A Prisoner's Tale

Bad medicine

A large prison complex, like the one in which I was incarcerated until recently in Arizona, has several units, each with its own set of facilities and interior fences. As some inmates are moved from maximum- to medium- and eventually to minimum-security units, they are seen by different doctors for a variety of minor ailments. Those like myself who develop more serious problems are seen by specialists outside the prison after being...

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About the Author

Raymond E. Williams says this about himself: "My first computer had vacuum tubes. I was once a respected member of the computer world, looked up to by my customers and associates. Today I am serving seven-and-a-half to fifteen years for attempted child molesting. I do not excuse my actions. What I did was wrong. I hope that my writing will present a view of my life in prison on several levels."