Supercop
E-Mail By Seth M Ferranti Bio/Address
C/0. Correctional officer. Five-0. Police, the man, screw, hack, or turnkey. All names for the prison guard. The up and coming profession for the new millennium. Do you want a government job? Do you want that 401(k) retirement plan? Do you want to be a member of the biggest and baddest gang in the world?
Then sign up with Uncle Sam. Go to work for Charlie. It's the American way and you don't even need a high school diploma. If you're bilingual that a plus, but not mandatory, since communication with the prisoners is not required. You only have to be able to give a direct order and if the inmates don't respond, lock them up in the hole. And guess what, reading and writing are not required either. The feds welcome your ignorance. Even desire it. They just want you to follow orders without questioning the legalities of right or wrong. With the boom of the United States prison industries a Bureau of Prisons phenomenon has occurred. The birth of the Supercop. And if you've ever been in prison, you know exactly what I am talking about.
The Supercop goes above and beyond duty. He is every politician's wet dream. Their job is their life and they take their work deadly serious. They think every prisoner is out to scam them, cheat them, or run a game on them. They consider those they guard to be the scum of the earth. It doesn't matter the circumstances of the individual’s incarceration. To a Supercop if you are in prison you deserve it. They consider themselves societies protectors.
They know all Bureau of Prison policy and what they don't know they make up. On the spot, if necessary. Their job, their goal in life is to harass, fuck with, and in general give a hard time to any and every prisoner they encounter. Because to them every prisoner is trash. Garbage not fit for life. They think every inmate is a criminal of the highest order. A potential murderer, rapist or thief. They don't care about your honor or your integrity or you honesty or responsibility. If you are in prison then you are a piece of shit as far as they are concerned. And don't you just know, a Supercop is a pig, and pigs love to wallow in shit.
There are cops in here who will latch on to a prisoner. They will become obsessed with busting you. For what it does not matter. They will create imaginary situations and fictitious scenarios. All for the benefit of trapping you off in something. Guilty or not it makes no difference. There is some serious "power tripping" going on in here. It doesn't matter that you already have a ten or twenty-year mandatory minimum federal drug sentence; these Supercops are not satisfied. They want to nail you. They know you are up to something.
I knew this one cop they called Tobby. He was gung ho. Thought he was DEA or something. Sherlock Holmes and shit. Every time I saw this guy he was harassing prisoners. Wanting to shake them down. Look in their pockets. Look through their lockers. He was determined to find something. Anything. It didn't matter. He was on a mission.
I was thinking who the fuck is this guy, Supercop? But I should have known. Obviously, with his super powers, he picked up on my thoughts. And then it was on. From that point on I was public enemy #1. The C/0, who was in reality an SIS wannabe, was all over me. Every time he saw me.
He wanted to check my radio. Look through my personal papers. Legal work. Whatever. He wanted to shake me down. Interrogate me. Every time he saw me it was something different. Sometimes I wondered if the cop was gay. I thought maybe he had a crush on me or something because he was always in my business. After about 6 months of this I asked him if he was tired of harassing me yet. The joker told me, "No, it's my job to bust people like you."
I was like, "alright, whatever, but you ain't busting shit." I told it to him straight, "I don't gamble, I don't do drugs, and I don't fuck with no punks. So bust away Supercop." This pissed the joker off and got him in his feelings. He looked at me all serious like, "How much time you got left?" Sixteen years I told him. "Well," he said. "I got about that much left too and I will get you."
But this joker didn't get shit. A couple of years went by and the Supercop forgot about me and moved on to other easier and newer prey. Then one day I was in the bathroom getting ready to smoke a little joint. You know get my head right. A little marijuana break. I spark up a black and mild to offset the smell and am about to light up the weed when I hear some keys.
Playing it cool I stash the joint, still wet from where I licked it, in this magazine I got in my back pocket. And guess who walks up to me all smiling and shit. Supercop. I'm like fuck – "he got me" - but still I try to play if off like I'm just smoking a cigar. The motherfucker tells me "you know the routine" and I put my hands against the wall.
Supercop goes through all my pockets. He takes out the magazine. Looks through my matches, cigarette pack, even holds up the cigar to smell it - like the weed is in there on something. But he never flips through the magazine. Just hands it back to me with all my other stuff. And tells me to follow him.
So I'm like fuck. He's gonna strip search me or something. I gotta get rid of this magazine before the joint falls out or he looks through it for real. But I can't pass the magazine off to nobody in the hall as I'm follwing him because it will look suspicious. So I ride it out and follow him into the unit C/0's office
He tells my unit C/0 that I was smoking in the bathroom and volunteers me for extra duty to clean the same bathroom. All this time I'm thinking, "Supercop, you stupid fuck. You got me and you don't even know it. All this time you've been saying how you want to nail me… and boom, you got me. But you are so stupid you don't even know it."
I got off with cleaning the bathroom. As soon as the Supercop leaves I spark up the joint and clean the bathroom stoned. That just goes to show you. These Supercops got no life. Their life is their work. But truthfully they're not that smart. They are all bluster. If they had an inkling of intelligence they would be FBI, DEA, or something. The Supercops are ambition but lack wits. That is why they are working for the Bureau of Prisons as mindless robots all wrapped up in their individual intrigues about what is going on imagined or not in the prison where they work.
The Bureau of Prisons has them brainwashed. When they see ketchup in the garbage on a T-shirt or something, they think its blood. So they lock the unit down, call the Lt. and check everybody's knuckles to see if someone was fighting. Most of these Supercops are straight assholes with limited intelligence. They have no humanity, no decency, and no compassion. They are robots. Just what the government wants.
They will take the cookie you walk out of the chow hall with and say that they are just doing their job. And don't try to reason with them either because their brain will lock up. Some of the C/0's in here are alright. They are still making their money, their livelihood off other people’s misery but at least they have some compassion for the people locked down in here for decades of their lives. They have on ounce of humanity. But usually the ones like that don't last that long. They quit. What rational, caring person could stand to work in a prison? The C/0's see the injustices and unfairness on a daily basis. Only a brainwashed, robotic, soulless person could stand it over years and years.
I would like to ask these Supercops. What would you do if the prison administrators told you to shoot the prisoners? Would you just line them up and shoot them? For real though I am afraid of the answer because I know. They would simply justify it, by telling their conscious, "Well, I'm just doing my job."
