From T-Bone (Letter 30)

T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter:

Things have been on edge for some time now because of the racist attitudes a lot of these guys have here. Apparently the “fellas,” the guys who are in charge, who call the shots for the Mexicans and the whites, said that none of their race can live with a black man. The Mexicans and the whites will back each other up on this rule and will even riot over it.

They moved a Native American guy in with me and all hell almost broke out because I am black. I said, “Why are you guys tripping? Why do you act like black people have an incurable disease or something?”

The Native American guy moved out and the guards moved a white guy in and the same thing happened. I couldn’t care less what colour a person is.

The next thing that happened was a butt bandit came up to me and said that a gay white boy in our pod is his, and that I need to mind my own business if he wants to take him in the shower.
I said I couldn’t care less what he did with his own body and all I can do is tell him the truth about things.

So the gay kid went into the shower with him, and there were three other guys wanting their turn. I was in my cell, reading, when someone yelled T-bone. I walked out and looked towards where the yell came from.

The butt bandit and his friends saw me and stopped. The gay kid came by my cell and said thank you, before rolling out of the pod.

It’s a huge misconception in here that gay people want to be harmed and/or gang raped because they are gay.

After we came off lockdown, I talked to those guys. It simply came down to them not having the spirit of self-control.

One of them came up to me and tried to take advantage of the fact that I am a Christian. He started yelling at me, saying that I owed him this and that and he got up in my face. I didn’t owe that guy anything at all. He was trying to play me with the old game of testing me. He made a move like he was going to hit me and down he went.

I know I have a long way to go. A looooooong way to go. Self-control!

I now have two books featuring T-Bone, the hard-hitting Prison Time and a self-help book, Lessons

Shaun Attwood  

Greetings from the Abyss by Jack (Part 20)

Jack is serving life without parole, and has terminal cancer. Throughout my incarceration, Jack was a positive influence. He encouraged me to keep writing, to enter short-story competitions, and we proofread each other’s chapters. Jack is seeking pen pals, so anyone interested please email me at for his details.

It has been a rough go this last few months or so. I have had two rather nasty bouts where my pain has gone off the scale. The first was the last week in May. I had got up at my usual time of 4 AM to catch the BBC broadcast of world news, and get ready for work, when the usual pain began to escalate rapidly. In a matter of just a few minutes I was in absolute agony. It felt like some demented animal was trying to claw its way out of my body.

The officer came through to do the 4 AM headcount and saw me. He then activated an ICS emergency and requested a medical turnout. By the time medical showed up, I was drenched in sweat, my breathing was rapid and shallow, and I was unable to focus or respond to the most general of questions.

Medical, then loaded me in the van and carted me off to the HUB, where they accessed my chemo port and began pushing IV solutions of various drugs. They drew a gallon or so of blood (well it felt like a gallon considering how many vials they took) and put a rush on the results so that they could better understand how to treat me.

The rush results were returned approximately 10 hours later. During that time, they continued to force the various generic IV solutions into me. Somewhere around hour six, the pain began to recede and eventually it re-established itself in its usual area and level. When my test results did return the doctor stated that “my numbers were wonky, but they did not explain why I was experiencing such severe pain.”

Because my pain had return to its usual level, Medical decided to send me back to the yard and follow up with the assigned nurse practitioner (who earlier cancelled my painkillers) for further testing. 

Shaun Attwood  

From T-Bone (Letter 29)

T-Bone is a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter:

Things have been crazy in here. There has been three deaths. I’ve been watching myself, meaning I’m being more aware and alert because I know I’ve made a few enemies. From what I’ve found out regarding the deaths or killings, one was because of someone ratting on someone else.

I’ve been waiting to get my stolen stuff back. It’s not been easy because so many of these people in here want to see me lose it. They’re just like that guy Cannonball I smashed in
Tucson prison. They have no real concern for anyone, just like him. They want to see someone hurt or bleeding.

I had words with a young man about my stuff that was stolen. He called me out. He said that I was a punk, which meant that he wanted to fight me to the death. I walked away. He said to meet him in cell 1 because it’s bigger.

He was all mouth. He tried to talk his way around it, but his people, the blacks, told him to get in cell 1 and handle it. I hit him with a right to the solar plexus, a left to the short rib and a hand to the left side of the neck. Down he went and stayed. I mopped that guy up in 23 seconds. An old man afterwards told me he had timed it.

I had to go to the doctors because my leg was hurt.

I need to sit down and thank God for everything he’s doing in my life because they just moved four guys out who were up to no good. I’ll write you later.

I now have two books featuring T-Bone, the hard-hitting Prison Time and a self-help book, Lessons from a Drug Lord

Shaun Attwood  

Radio 4

I had a brief spot on BBC Radio 4 talking about the concept of waiting in the context of prison. My audio starts approximately 12 minutes into this recording.

Here are my upcoming public talks for the next three months. There are two in London and one in Warrington.

Shaun Attwood