(And it doesn’t matter if you were male or female.) I really wouldn’t want you helping my kids in this way. If the parents say yes, then it is your back! This is all a personal family issue, so tell the kids that you don’t know if their parents want them doing it before they are tall enough to do on their own.
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Teaching them how to throw the ball, or telling them how to do it (letting them do it on their own- like, “put your foot over here, grab there…”) or something like that? Go for it! I always love having dads at the park. I had one set of grandparents because I never knew my late father or his side of the family. I also had a big brother from Big Brother’s Big Sister’s of America. My big brother was a middle aged man and now he is about to retire. I was born in 1984 but was raised more like a kid in the 1960’s. This story was produced in collaboration with The Atlantic.My grandparents are now gone, they passed away in 2008. Standing in a line with several dozen other men, John stripped off his navy blue scrubs, squatted, and coughed to prove he wasn’t hiding anything. Once inside, he could try grimacing to look tough, as he had in his early mugshots, though he couldn’t hide his skinny frame or his high-pitched voice. Over the next few days, while bringing trays of food around the blocks for his new kitchen job, John would learn that he had been placed in one of the nicer units (another he saw “looked like a basement, with the lights busted out”). But he also noticed that he was one of the youngest prisoners on the block. His first cellmate was an older man, black like John, who was serving a life sentence, and he didn’t say much. Something about him seemed a little off, and that night, John says he awoke and saw this man sitting at a desk, wide awake, and staring right at him. John requested and received a new cell assignment. His second cellmate was also a lifer, and friendly enough, but after a few days the man asked to be paired with another lifer, so John was moved again. It was around this time that the letters started sliding under his cell door. “You need a white man to show you how to act.When the opportunity comes I want to sneak in your house and hit that.” Another letter said he had a “fan club.” John would get a lot of letters from other prisoners over the next few months, and while they were not always explicit, some certainly were. John didn’t take these letters seriously he threw many of them away. He settled into GED classes and shifts serving breakfast and lunch. From the prison library he pulled volumes ranging from the poems of Langston Hughes (“They’re so simple, but they explain so much”) to thriller paperbacks by Dean Koontz and James Patterson. His new cellmate, whom we’ll call David, had already served a little more than a year out of a minimum of eight for robbery. He was in his early 20s, over six feet with a tuft on his chin and a thin mustache. They talked about their families and the crimes that had gotten them locked up.īut then David said something that struck John as strange. He asked him if he would ever get involved sexually with a man. John knew himself to be heterosexual he had lost his virginity to a girl the year before. “I just kind of laughed it off,” he recalled.Īnd then it happened.
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One night after the last count before bed, John says, his cellmate suddenly attacked him, pulling down both of their pants and wrestling him onto the bottom bunk. John tried to resist, but he was less than 140 pounds, and next to David’s bulk of more than 200 he stood little chance as this powerful man forced his way in, slowly and painfully and in silence, without a condom or lubricant. John would later estimate that it lasted seven minutes. When David was finished, he told him to keep quiet. John obeyed though still a fish, he had been down long enough to know that snitches suffer fates worse than rape. I n 2003, while John was still in elementary school, Congress passed the Prison Rape Elimination Act, now usually known as PREA.
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It was intended to make experiences like his far less likely.
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But like many ambitious pieces of legislation, its promise has proved difficult to realize. The law required studies of the problem that took far longer than initially intended, and adoption of the guidelines they produced has been painfully slow, resting on the competence and dedication of particular employees. PREA has not been a complete failure, but it is also far from delivering on its promise, and John’s story illustrates many of the hurdles that have impeded the law and still lie in its path. There is a toughness about John that evaporates into shyness the moment he opens his mouth.