Michael Becraft was transferred the following week, but it was after he told me the story of why Dead Serious had to take a day off, and why, when next we saw him, the number one Catch dog of New River C.I. East had lumps all over his face. Me and my new pal Michael Becraft walked around and around the track, right in front of Dead Serious, laughing and laughing, and I thought then that I'd write the story and put a big closing page about little boy guards and the nature of racism and unprofessional conduct and brutality and all the rest. But now, as I think back, I realize I don't need all that. The story speaks for itself. The sad thing is that this story is not remarkable, it's commonplace.
People know about the excesses, the arenas.
And people will live with any horror if they see it every day. Arenas, gas chambers, killing fields, they all happen because somebody lets them happen. Racism is like that.