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Drama In The Warehouse

One of the inmates here hid some videos in the warehouse, movies that got smuggled into the camp. None of the inmates got caught in the act. So nobody got in trouble.

But one inmate was seen in the back of the warehouse near where the movies were found. He was in the cage where the prison clothing is stored. The same cage where my sewing machine used to be before it went in for repairs and got destroyed when it fell off the prison truck.

This inmate was sitting back there for hours in the cage, with the lights out. They say he was lamenting his miserable life. I don’t know what he was doing, but the next day a can of tuna was found by the Blue Boyz that looked like it may have been opened with a can opener.

The Blue Boyz for the most part are decent guys. But when you start acting like an idiot, they will get fired up and can throw you in the SHU (solitary confinement), or at least get you fired — in which you go to another job where you get those Blue Boyz riled up. 

The Blue Boyz went into a rage because can openers are not allowed in the prison, unless you work in the kitchen and they hooked up to chains attached to the wall. Knives are also chained to the walls; it is awkward to use them with the chains.

The day after that, an open bottle of grape juice was found hidden in the warehouse. That is a problem, because grape juice can ferment and turn into hooch. You can’t have inmates drinking hooch in here.

The leading suspect of all of this criminal activity is Mork from Ork. Because of Mork from Ork the B;ue Boyz are searching our bags, patting us down, giving us a hard time — in short, collective punishment.

Everyone at the camp is angry at Mork from Ork; nobody will talk to him.

Mork from Ork must be aware of this, because he called a meeting with all the inmates in the warehouse and told everyone that what goes on in the warehouse stays in the warehouse. He doesn’t like it that everyone is making fun of him at the camp.

Gucci Boy got in an argument with him during the meeting and called him stupid. Eventually things settled down, and it appears things are back to abnormal.

Mork from Ork is an ex-chiropractor from Connecticut. There are a lot of Russian guys from Brooklyn in here for Medicare and Medicaid fraud. Mork from Ork blames them for all his problems; he thinks because the Russians abused the Medicare system, it made guys like him a target for the feds.

He was involved in a conspiracy with an attorney I knew from Bridgeport, a pill-popping older druggie who was running all sorts of ambulance-chasing scams, paying for runners to chase down accident victims, you name it. He had a bad reputation.

Mork from Ork was living the high life on the outside, he had fancy sports cars, a wife, girlfriends, a big house. Plus, he descends from a wealthy family from New York. But crime runs in his family. His brother was just here in this prison camp a couple of years ago, so when his brother visits he knows half the camp and all the Blue Boyz.

After The Admission

Many reviews have been coming in from former and current inmates about these blogs. So far inmates and former inmates have been giving my blogs rave reviews. Nothing but positive feedback. Former inmate Little Joe calls the blogs, Hilarious.” Inmate Newmark yelled out, Keep blogging!” Other inmates are looking forward to getting out of here and reading the blogs. As far as reviews coming in from residents of the City of New Haven, well, things haven’t been so positive.

In fact, reviewers from New Haven have been downright hostile! People in New Haven think I should express remorse at my crimes that occurred almost ten years ago.

I believe most defendants express genuine remorse at their sentencing hearing. The sentencing hearing is always high drama. When a victim is killed or badly injured it is very sad and turns into a Greek tragedy. The victim will speak. The victim’s family will speak. The defendant will speak. The defendant’s family will speak. The judge will ask a lot of questions to try to understand all the details about what happened and come up with a decision that is fair to the victim, and fair to the defendant.

Sentences should be fair and take into account the life of the defendant, his good traits, bad traits, his life story, and the harm to the victim.

Unfortunately this rarely happens. Judges don’t want to appear to be soft on crime. The prosecutor is always looking for more rather than less punishment. If the defendant lost at trial he will show less remorse than a defendant who pleaded guilty.

It takes a lot of courage to plead guilty. Admitting guilt is difficult. Mentally it is far easier to declare your innocence and fight it out, let the chips fall where they may.

But once you admit guilt, the natural human response is to ask for compassion from the prosecutor and judge. The problem is that you are asking for compassion from government employees who have no understanding of where you are going after sentencing. People who have no comprehension of what the prison system is all about. No idea what the actual punishment will be.

Yet the judge and prosecutors throw around numbers like the numbers are coming out of a crystal ball. Six months for DUI, one year for assault, five years for gun charges.

The legislators pass laws to take decision-making away from judges, sentencing becomes one size fits all: mandatory minimum 5 years for this felony, regardless of the particular circumstances of the case.

In the end, once the defendant checks into prison he realizes that all the remorse he expressed at sentencing didn’t do him a bit of good. The judge would have given him the same sentence regardless. I expressed genuine remorse at my sentencing. I felt remorse from the day I was under investigation, which started many years ago.

The federal sentencing guidelines does not take into account remorse. The prosecutors in my case didn’t care about remorse. The prosecutor argued for a high sentence for deterrence purposes, so that I would not be seen getting the proverbial slap on the wrist.”

So you go off to jail and live with many other guys with similar stories. Everyone tells the same tale.

New Haven attorney Lawrence Dressler is serving a 20-month sentence in an out-of-state federal minimum-security prison for his part in a mortgage-fraud ring.


Previous installments:

Larry Noodles & The Tossed Banana
A Peanut-Butter View Of A Real Prison”
Arrival
Tempers Flare Over … What?
Blinded By The Light
The Russians Take Control
Welcome To The Hole
Slider Takes On The Roman Empire
Waiting For Johnny
Limping Toward Passover

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