The Jewish & African American Writer Encounter In A Criminal Facility

They both are writers-in-residence for an organization that places over fifty writers in local school districts, juvenile probation and criminal justice systems. The two are assign to one of the criminal justice facilities. Their mission is to provide creative writing and poetry lessons to the inmates. Other words, get the inmates to write and express themselves. To describe the Jewish writer, he looks like Jesus Christ and the African American is scared as hell. The Jewish writer isn’t a stranger to the environment. He has done previous assignment like this one, but the adventure is new to the African American.
The Jewish writer educates the African American before entering the facility. As they enter the facility, a big African American officer is sitting at the desk eating a sandwich.
They tell the man who they are and he point for them to sign the visitor book. The next doors open and lock after they enter.. Inmates are peaking through little small barred windows in their closed up rooms. The African American writer wonders, " what the hell have I got myself into?" Finally they walk into an area where four men are waiting with rough looking faces. Two of them are up for murder. The African American is trying to stay calm.
The Jewish writer begins his lessons and the inmates follow up with their stories. Things are going well until the African American is missing his eye glasses. He tells the house jailer. The house jailer order them to return to their cells. They plea that they don’t have his glasses.
The Jewish writer whispers in the African American ear, “are you sure about this? Did you really bring your glasses with you?” The scared and shaky African American writer thinks for a moment and replies, “I better go take another look in my car.” The Jewish writer looks concern over maybe a false accusation as the African American rushes out the building to his car. On his way back, the inmates are telling him they didn’t take his glasses. He enters the room where the Jewish writer is waiting. The African American whispers to him, “I found them in the car. I am so sorry” “What? We had them return to their cells for nothing and just when they were writing pretty good. To get them to do anything next week, we going to have to bring a lot of candy and watch our backs!" Explains the Jewish writer.