Its a commonly known fact that when child molesters and pedophiles are imprisoned, they get a pretty tough ride from their fellow inmates. Oftentimes prisons will segregate sex offenders so that they dont mix with the general population, to avoid incident. But in penitentiaries that do this, it doesnt always work.
Understandably, very little sympathy is given to child sex offenders and many people might even revel in the notion that jail time is especially difficult for them. But just how tough a time do they get? Well, a recent Reddit Q&A session saw various ex-convicts recount their experiences and what they saw inside. And it makes for quite harrowing reading
I was just in a high security felony wing of jail waiting for extradition to another state, not in prison at the time. Well the few that came in were told to go to seg or get their f*cking heads busted everyday till they did. The one dude came in and refused to leave was yelled at, spit on, and threatened until everyone had enough. 3 dudes ran up in his cell and threw him the most vicious beating you can imagine.
I remember him crawling out of his cell and the dude pulling him back in for more. I could hear the bones breaking from 20ft away. He died on the way to the hospital. All the guys that took part were there on murder beefs anyway so the extra 5 years they got was worth it to them. This was an extreme case as the jail was over populated and they tried to sneak the chomos in gen pop because seg was full. Everywhere else I was incarcerated they keep the touchers far away from us.
I was in a tank that held about 70/75 people. We were the workers (janitors, food servers, maintenance, etc.) and had more freedoms than the other inmates. The guards were very cool with us, we prepared their food, cleaned their locker rooms, washed cars, etc. So we werent treated as bad as the regular inmates. We could even request shit from them (cigs, cookies, magazines, if you were tight with them). We always get newspapers, magazines, TV is ALWAYS on, etc.
One day the main guard (typical shaved head bad mofo) hands an open newspaper to each leader, Whites, Blacks, Mexicans, Paisas (non English speaking Mexicans, why they are separate, I dont know) and Others. The paper was opened to a specific page and it had a photo of a man with the initials A.A. He kidnapped and molested 2 kids and let them die in a trunk of a car in SoCal. The guard simply nodded as he passed out the papers. It was an ice cold stare and I will never forget those few seconds as he called out the names and handed the leaders the papers. I didnt know what was going on, but I knew it was bad. That feeling in the pit of your belly. That feeling where you know everything changes from THIS particular point in time. My groups leader comes to me and says a few slang words, blah, blah, blah, ChoMo, blah, blah, you in fish? I was the fish. I didnt know what the fuck was going on so I just agreed like everyone else.