
We began with a check-in. Our new prisoner said nothing, glowering from the sidelines. As we did some stretching, he remained cold and stiff. I then began the mental training portion of the instruction, suggesting to the “guests” that they could have eyes open or closed, depending on what they felt comfortable with. My eyes were wide open.
I began the meditation, asking everyone to settle into the body and recall someone who had really suffered. I then slowly recited Metta phrases such as “May you be safe, may you be peaceful…” Not a minute into this part of the program, the new prisoner jumped up to his full height, his face red with anger, and began to shout: “You f***** b****! You don’t know what you’re f*** talking about!” The rant, and the expletives, continued.

I saw the guard exit the guard-box, and knew he was heading into the chapel to de-escalate the situation. I caught my prisoner’s bloodshot eye, and said with a kind of humorous humility: “You are right. I just don’t like how you are saying it.” The room melted into raucous laughter, and as the guard burst in, he discovered that all was better than all right.

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