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them bonded very well in the prison and they formed a close friendship. Each cell was very small and tight, it had a small bed which could barely fit a full grown man, it had a tiny fan which was used for ventilation, a small door, no window, a very tiny black and white tv which was not in good working condition, a white fluorescent bulb and sheets of white prison apparel. The prison doors were made by metal and was controlled to open and close automatically, meaning it could not be opened by any individual except from the main control room. “John! John! John, are you there?”, Mr Springs called him out from his own holding cell. “What’s up, Springs?” Johnny replied “Ray!”, John cried out so they can all have a conversation as usual. “So, John, what do you think about the lawyer?”, Mr Springs asked. “I think he is a kid. He does not know what he is talking about. He is making all these promises that he is not going to keep!” John said. “I think he was nice”, Mr Springs replied. “Nice? What do you need a nice lawyer for? Nice is not going to take you anywhere. Just take a look at John, he was nice at everything and he still landed in jail despite being completely innocent of what he is being accused of. I am done believing any of these white folks who claim to be nice guys but meanwhile, they are fraudsters whose sole aim is to reap you off your money and leave you in total chaos to carry your cross all by yourself”, Matt said. “He is not a white guy, you know?”, Mr Springs replied. “Are you serious though? So, you are saying he is black? Maybe he is a blessing in disguise, who knows?”, Matt added. “He is just a spoilt rich kid who does not know what it means to grow up in a neighbourhood as ours. He does not know what it means to face poverty or be racially abused every day. I am pretty sure he is a fraud and he is not going to make much of an impact even if I had given him a chance. Honestly, it is a lost cause already. No one goes out of Phils Correctional Centre after being sentenced to death. That is our reality and it is something that we must live with having been born into this cruel system of things”, John added. Matt later told a joke and they all laughed about it. Afterwards, sounds were being heard from across the other cells hon the ground floor of one of the prison wardens beating up an inmate. Sounds of metal could be clearly heard and shouts of the prison wardens too could be heard as well. “Turn up the radio, Mr Springs”, Matt said, trying to get his mind off things and get a proper rest.
As per custom, Mr John took a bible in his cell, opened it and read it. While reading, tears rolled down his cheeks as he remembered his wife and children whom he left behind. He had not seen them since he was arrested and was convicted of murder. He missed them and longed to see them once again before he finally dies. Death to him was a fate he had already accepted. He also remembered, Mr David, the young lawyer who visited him earlier and thought to himself “Do I really have hope? Could there be hope for me? Will things
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