I’m writing this to you…live from a cell in state prison. (Part 1)
Multi-part series following the life of my lil homie G-Sav, who at 18 years old was sentenced to 25 years for 2nd degree murder in Salisbury, MD. Soon to be back on the streets, this series follows his life, current situation and life after release. G we love you. Good Society La Familia ~ Brazi-P
Bless up. I’m savage by the way. I’m just gonna share a lil bit of my life and perspective, for those who encounter this article on their journey. I love discipline, structure and honor, integrity and love itself. Since I was younger, I always had a gift of inspiring people to step outside of their comfort zones. When I was 17 I motivated people older than myself to move out of their mothers house to get money and live life as an independent adult. They saw me living on my own, still in high school, holding down more than one job. They saw me paying bills, and it inspired people to grow up. And it was people up to 10 years older than myself. but here’s the flip side; I was greedy. I wasn’t content with what I had. My jobs, my car, my house, my friends, all these things.
I would take money that I made from selling drugs, and go to church and give 10% of my profits to tithes and offerings. Like who does that right? That’s how bad it was for me. I had no morals, direction, or compass. After I graduated, I was kicked out of the house I was renting, because I kept throwing parties that were wild and kept destroying the property. I rented another house for a while, then I decided I had to run away from the hamster wheel or selling drugs and everything that it involved. I enlisted to the military and went to basic training but was kicked out in 3 months.
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Then 5 months after that I was incarcerated for murder; for which I’m currently serving time for. The justice system is more like a company that negotiates how much time a person will be subject to indentured servitude. At 18 the state of Maryland offered me a plea deal for life, all suspended but 30 years. At this point it didn’t matter that the facts of the case proved that I never murdered anybody. What mattered was that the state could slander me and make me seem malicious enough to commit the crime. No-one cared if I did or did not do the crime. I’m locked up either way so we’re moving forward.
I’ve been incarcerated for almost 7 years. Just 4 months ago, I went back to court on a modification of sentence and the judge suspended 15 years from my 25-year sentence. I thank God for this moment of relief, and I won’t forget it. But the blessing has also come with difficulties. Just weeks after I went to court, investigative detectives from Hartford County police department came into the prison to arrest the supervisory maintenance correctional officer here at Pautuxent Correctional Institution. When an officer breaks a law in prison, the protocol is for the institution to blame the inmates at all costs to hide the systematic corruption. Pautuxent Institution put me on lockdown with no way of contacting the outside world for at least three weeks; then the intelligence division sent me notice that I’m considered a danger to the prison. They took my job without any further explanation. I haven’t received any infractions or anything like that. This has also happened to 8 other people besides me.
But this kind of activity is common in prison. About 6 months ago an officer was having sexual relations with an inmate and received no reprimand, but the inmate was charged with rape; even though I personally saw their relationship grow, because of her lack of integrity on her own job.
In my experience, and most would agree, prison is difficult to survive because of the institutional rules that prevent growth and development. We are being warehoused in an environment with too many bad opportunities and only a couple positive outlets. Things that are normal for people to do, like watch new movies; will earn you more time in prison. Flash drives, chips, drugs, cell-phones; they’re everywhere in prison. But if we as inmates have our mail opened for us, our visits are no-contact visits, since the beginning of the pandemic; and we never go outside of the fence, how are these illicit illegal devices and such getting into prison?
This means that I do not want to become complacent and comfortable with a 9 to 5 job. I want to LIVE. Because I’ve had to survive against all odds for too long. Bless up, thank you for your time; because I value your time, as well as mines. G Savage.
