Dr. Kim Hongjoong visits America's most dangerous criminal and tells him his personal experiences in Juvenile Detention.
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This cafeteria is crowded with chattering minors. Wow, American prisons are a daycare center compared to Korean juvies. Even the prison guards with different ranks are idly chatting with one another, something rare among the stirct senior-respecting attitutes of us Koreans.
It's not loud but loud enough where Mars and I have to lean towards each other across the rectangular table to hear.
So this is the type of environment my paitent is dwelling in. It's great that he's living in a decent place.
American prisons seem to vary on what type of demographic and state they're in, (state funds of involvement in their federal prisons determine the condition of the prisons). What a diverse country! Every state has its own regulations and laws among prisons.
But I have seen a commonality among this melting pot of a country.
A caucasian boy, slightly taller than me, enters the room alone. It's too far to see his name but Mars has a small sneer on his face and is silent. Contrarily, other prisoners look at him and suddenly I could hear a pin drop. The police and lunch ladies mind their own business.
Ah, one of the abnormal ones I see. Either he's a powerful figure or the biggest loser in the facility.
His stringy blond hair is getting gripped by a muscular boy. Closed lips foil into sneers then burst open into chants.
"RIP HIM APART! TEAR HIM APART! TEACH THAT RAPIST TO RESPECT A WOMAN'S HEART!"
Disengaged, Mars takes a sip of his milk and watches the scene as to how one watches a comedy show, "It's like eating candy doctor —sick— but sensually electrifying. You must know why don't you?"
Indeed he's right. That kid was charged with statutory rape and in this continent, he forged his own personal hell. Disregarding demographics, old, young, male, female, whatever; rapists are desolated untouchables in every North American prison's caste.
As they should. There's a devilish repulsiveness in forcing oneself into someone's body as the viper's fangs penetrate personal privacy in which defiles the holy sacrilege of personal autonomy. As they say, one rotten fruit spoils the entire tree.
For once I agree with Mars. This is an actual act that I enjoy looking at. It's a fresh breath of air compared to how rapists were the royalty within Telegram.
That's why they had to go.
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What bothered me during the entire morning was when Wooyoung was smiling. He was smiling. Wooyoung only smiles when he beats the shit out of someone.
And he did.
He was grinning when I encountered him shoving a nail file against the throat of a beaten boy who was a good five inches taller. Despite his muscular figure he was a strong as a rag doll as he plopped to the ground.
"That felt good," Wooyoung ruffled his hands in compliance and kicked away the guy's head in annoyance, "the guy's Oh Sangwoo, new transfer. Was acting all strange and shit towards me, thought I was someone called Yoon Bum but whatever that beating will hopefully smack some sense in him."
