"No talking when I'm talking, so shut the fuck up. No questions, no comments, no problems. If you talk, I promise you, you will receive new teeth, but not at the expense of L.A. County. I am your Landlord, I'm your boss and I'm the ultimate fucking authority. Follow my instructions to the letter. You'll get a lunch, punch, and a bed. If you don't follow my instructions, you'll sit here for another eight hours with no food and no blankets. Welcome to L.A. County Jail, gentlemen."
After hearing this, with the smell of 50 sweaty men in the air and being given sack cloth blue clothing, it began to sink in that I was in the largest County Jail in the U.S.
When you think of politics you think of the government, and when you think of segregation you think of the South, but both of these are an everyday part of life in this facility.
