As I walked down the prison hallway I dreaded the coming encounter. I was headed to the Restrictive Housing Unit: the Unit reserved for those men whose behavior issues required them to have close supervision. These inmates constantly assaulted each other and staff.
I’d gotten the a call telling me that Mr. Jones (not his real name) was banging his head violently against the door and screaming out unrecognizable statements about not being forgiven. They asked for my help.