I credit my irrational, yet very real, fear of being raped in prison to a combination of things. In other words, I’m the guy they’ll rape first. He adds that someone like me would be better off in the warden’s office as a “trustee,” which means wearing all white and sycophantically shadowing prison guards so that they’ll protect you. “I just can’t see you being successful doing that,” Mark says, rightly, when I reach back out to him last week. Gangs are based on race, so as a Whiffenpoof ( third from left), my options were probably the Nazi Lowriders or the Aryan Brotherhood, both aligned with the hardcore Sureños Latino gang. That’s why Mark advised me to promptly join a gang if I had ultimately been sentenced to prison (luckily, I was not).
