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incarceration<br />

What does the first day of a 5+ year<br />

prison sentence feel like?<br />

Kenyatta Leal, inmate San Quentin State Prison<br />

I remember my first day because it was my worst day. I was<br />

sentenced to life in prison on September 25, 1995, and about<br />

a week later was transferred from the San Diego County Jail<br />

to RJ Donovan Prison for intake into the state prison system.<br />

The morning of my transfer, a deputy came to my cell<br />

and told me that I was “catching the chain” to the pen. I<br />

had just made it to sleep as my cellmate and I had stayed<br />

up late playing chess and talking. He was a nineteen-year-old<br />

first-termer headed to the joint with a life sentence, and every<br />

night he would ask me a gang of questions about prison life.<br />

I felt compelled to answer his questions in as much detail as<br />

possible, because I knew he didn't understand the danger he<br />

was headed into and he needed all the help he could get.<br />

As I got myself together, my cellmate sat up on his bunk,<br />

wrapped his arms around his knees and watched me like a<br />

child would watch a parent. My heart went out to the little<br />

dude because he needed more guidance that I ever could give<br />

him. I started to remind him of some of the things we had<br />

talked about, but the deputy came back to get me. He told me<br />

to state my name and booking number, then turn around and<br />

cuff up. I complied and when I turned back around to cuff up,<br />

my cellmate was sitting there crying. I will never forget that<br />

look of hopelessness on his face, and I can only imagine the<br />

look on mine. I told him to keep his head up, and I walked<br />

down the stairs with the deputy. Right then I said a prayer for<br />

that kid, because as bad as my situation was, he was someone<br />

who had it far worse than me.<br />

We got to the holding cell and there were about twenty<br />

others waiting to catch the chain also. They call it catching<br />

the chain because we're all chained together as we go to the<br />

pen. The single file chain of men made its way outside, and it<br />

felt good to walk around a bit and breathe in that crisp morning<br />

air. As we loaded onto the bus, the deputies unchained<br />

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