by Dustin Costa in his own words from a prison in Colorado for growing pot in CaliforniaBeing able to walk the track, lift weights, play a guitar, visit the prison library and browse books, take classes, buy decent
underwear, sweats, athletic shorts and shoes...all of this was a refreshing change from life in the county jail.
But it was still prison! The guards were still the same, always on their toes against inmates trying
to get something over on them.
There were frequent shakedowns, fights and a few riots while I was there. One riot in particular stands out.
The Mexicans and a few whites attacked the nearly two hundred pedophiles one night and ran them out of the housing units.
Several of them were hospitalized, but there were no fatalities. Within a week, the cho-moes (prison slang for pedophiles) were back.
Their attackers were in the hole, and were later shipped to a disciplinary prison in Louisiana.
Cho-moes have it pretty bad in Big Spring. They can't leave their bunks except for meals, classes or work.
If they are caught away from their bunk without a good reason, they get a beat-down. Another was to get regular beat-downs is ratting out your fellow inmates.
The "rat" label is just as bad as the "cho-moe" label. Another was to find yourself in deep doo-doo is to steal from your fellow inmates, or not pay up on gambling debts or loans.
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