Glenn Langohr's Real Life Prison Book Character Damien: Edits for Drug War Documentary

This is Damien, One of the Characters in Many of Glenn Langohr's 11 Prison Books. Check Out His Books in Print, Kindle or Audio Book Here~ http://amzn.to/19c9Gvo If you believe in Redemption please Buy, Share and Review His Books. God Bless You!

The Art of War: A Prison Memoir, is Glenn Langohr's newest book. It is in the top 10 in Criminology on Amazon for kindle. Join his Facebook page for a Free copy.

Best Selling Author Glenn Langohr Speaks About How a Prison Guard Helped Inmates Stab a Child Molester

Best Selling Author Glenn Langohr Speaks About How a Prison Guard Helped Inmates Stab a Child Molester. In Glenn Langohr's newest prison book, "The Art of War: A Prison Memoir", Glenn Langohr explains how a prison guard gave inmates the court paperwork that showed an inmate had 44 counts of Child Molestation, then looked the other way while the inmates slashed the child molesters face on the yard. Langohr also explains how the prison guards get paid time and a half while the yard is on lock down for riots and stabbing incidents for Hazard Pay. You can purchase his newest book here~ http://amzn.to/1d72MKi All 11 of Glenn Langohr's Drug War and Prison Thrillers can be found in Print, Kindle and Audio Book here~ http://amzn.to/19c9Gvo

Another Powerful Review for the Prison Book Underdog by Glenn Langohr

Underdog by Glenn Langohr is a Prison Memoir that shines a light on the current California Prisoner Developed Hunger Strike over Solitary Confinement.

It follows a prison riot over an out of control drug debt between the White inmates and the Mexican inmates and shows how the Prison Officials guess at who started the riot. Those inmates are sent to Solitary Confinement without a court system to overlook the process on a system that never lets you out to see the sun again. Purchase Underdog in Print, Kindle or Audio Book here~ http://amzn.to/17ePHd1 Consider sending it to a prisoner to inspire hope.

Here's the review: UNDERDOG is the real Deal!, August 9, 2013

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Juan Soria - See all my reviews

This review is from: UNDERDOG, A True Crime Thriller of Prison Life: Prison Killers 4 (Volume 4) (Paperback)

As I move towards middle age, I have become more and more perplexed with the world that I live in.

A world that from the start of my youth began as a crystal clear vision of harmony, peace and love that was shown to me from the folks that I grew up with - the friends and family who showed me a much simpler and easier way of life but in truth, represented a shield of sorts that sheltered me from the realties of what it meant to grow up poor & from humble beginnings that for the most part, confused me because I grew up thinking in terms of black and white all the while not realizing that a multitude of grey existence lay waiting for thousands and thousands of young men and women that would soon face the reality I now come to understand as the American Prison System.

"UNDERDOG, A True Crime Thriller of Prison Life: Prison Killers 4", written by Glen Thomas Langohr presents a visceral description of that world and what it takes to survive. This book is far from fiction but rather a direct personal experience of the Author who spend over ten years in the State of California Prison System.

Without giving away too much detail, what I can say about the book is that it hits you right in the gut as you read for example about the politics, the gang wars and most horrific of all, solitary life in a Super Max Prison where inmates can literally spend DECADES in solitary confinement, most often at the hands of corrupt Correctional Officers who are motivated by the prison's financial gain as the prisons that are being built require more and more bodies to fill them.

The author also speaks on the Hunger Strikes that are now taking place across the prisons in California in protest of the horrible conditions that the inmates face in addition to having no limit as to how much time an inmate can serve in solitary confinement of which in my view is inhuman, barbaric and straight out evil.

America is most often referred to as a Civilized country but yet our prisons reflect a different reality of which decency and respect is absent and in its place is indifference, human slavery and the supported and sanctioned racism of which prisoners are then divided up by race . . and region.

Though I am fully aware of the Author's established faith of which through his higher power, he has managed to completely turn his life around, I can't help but feel that as long as *MONEY* is involved which drives the passing of laws designed to incarcerate, the building of new prisons regardless of type (Federal, State and Private) in addition to the failed war on drugs which continues to lock good people up by the thousands, we will continue to see the rise of the Private Prison Industry of which already, outfits like Corrections Corporation of America (currently trading at $34/share), are lobbying at the halls of Congress more than they ever have before. This all ties in of course to the militarization of the police and the emerging police state that will soon turn this country into one gigantic prison.

Will we see sanity and true prison reform take place in this country? I'm highly doubtful but until that day comes, we must look to Good Men like Glen Langohr who are not afraid to stand up and be counted as the true prophets & seers of our times.

I highly recommend this book.

In Glenn Langohr’s Newest Prison Memoir, The Prison Guards Pointed Out the Child Molesters for Some Victim Restitution, Prison Style

Chapter 3

Sex Offender Alert

Twenty minutes later the vestibule door rattled outside again. The tower guard walked to the window overlooking the yard and looked down. He nodded his head and the other tower guard at the podium opened the vestibule. It shrieked and rattled open.

Security Escort Heart was the first through the tunnel. Behind him was his partner Ligazarro. They walked to the podium and talked to an unhappy Gomez.

Everyone heard Gomez yell, “This is my F###ing building!”

I remembered how Heart had escorted us from the bus to the building. He had been talkative and seemed to take a liking to me. I had asked him about the riot between the White inmates and the Mexican inmates that made the news over six months ago. He’d explained that a White inmate had run up a $1000 heroin debt and then stabbed the Mexican dope man in the neck. Within a month, after the initial lockdown was over, over 100 Mexicans swarmed about 20 White inmates in a yard riot. The Whites took a massive beating and almost all were knocked unconscious with 5 minutes of unhindered violence that sent 16 of them on stretchers to the hospital.

Since we arrived in the building we found out that a 50-year-old White inmate by the name of Mark Grisham worked in the program office and got inside information from Heart for the two Mexican Mobsters on the yard, Sano and Boxer. We told Mark we were taking over the yard for the White inmates and talked him into moving us as close to the two influential Mexicans as possible. He’d succeeded with Heart’s help.

Heart wasn’t arguing with Gomez. He wasn’t even raising his voice. Ligazarro stood next to him leaning on the podium and it didn’t look like he liked Gomez. He leaned back and stepped away in irritation and looked at one of the tower guards holding a gun out the portal pointed at the ground.

He nodded his head to the tower guard and walked to our cell. Heart followed him.

Ligazzaro opened the cell door and Heart stepped almost into our cell. He said, “BJ and Damon, you ready to go meet your new neighbors?”

Heart looked like a Mexican version of me. He had short brown hair combed back over expressive eyes that tore into you. He wasn’t shy and when he smiled his dimpled cheeks made him look friendly. But his strong jaw, with a scar down the middle, similar to mine, told a different story. I pegged him for a borderline criminal, or at minimum, a drug user and someone who was more comfortable around gangsters.

I nodded my head and said, “Thanks for making it happen.”

He said, “No problem. Strip down. I have to follow protocol and search you.”

I took off my clothes and handed them to him and Ligazzaro until I was naked.

Heart and Ligazzaro felt the clothes for all the spots inmates sewed stash spots and then studied the shoes.

Done with the task, Heart dropped the clothes on top of the shoes and said, “Arms up, open your mouth and stick you tongue out, lift up your nuts… Okay, turn around. Lift each foot and wiggle your toes. Alright, bend over and squat and cough three times.”

I followed all the instructions and was glad that he didn’t make me grab my ass cheeks to open them. He had a better style than that and this was mostly for show. I grabbed my clothes and shoes and got behind Damon while he went through the motions.

After Damon was done, Heart pulled him out of the cell and walked him ten feet to a bench.

Ligazzaro stared at me and said, “BJ, back out of the cell, we have to follow protocol.”

I backed out of the cell and felt Ligazzaro’s hand grab my shoulder and turn me. We were following Heart and Damon to the benches.

Damon was already kneeling uncomfortably on one of the benches. Heart lifted a pile of chains on the ground and wrapped Damon’s legs together at the ankles. He pulled Damon off the bench and wrapped some more chains around his waist and locked his wrists to each side.

I went through the same process and we were steered toward the vestibule door. I looked at the gun tower above to avoid Gomez. There was a block gun pointed at me. The Mexican prison guard holding it was smiling. He said, “You pissed off Gomez. You better avoid buildings three and four where his friends work the towers.

We were on the border of Mexico and nothing was stopping a Wild West scenario from unfolding. The cards we were dealt forced us into action.

The vestibule door weighed over 400 pounds of steel and it shrieked and rattled open. We were pushed through.

I looked up at a two-foot thick clear bulletproof window above us and saw both tower guards staring down at us. At the other end of the 20-foot long tunnel the other vestibule door rattled and erupted open. It shrieked insane noises for 5 seconds and latched into a locked position giving us 5 feet of space to walk through.

The sunlight was blinding. I closed my eyes and barely opened them. Long ago honed survival instincts forced me to look to the left of our building to get a complete study of the yard. There was nothing that way except the fenced entrance to our D-Yard. I could see C-Yard’s gated entrance 50 yards further and noted that the yard next to our yard was also an empty ghost town and still on lockdown. I turned slowly and paced the foot and half with each foot before the chains bit and held me. It was a slow pace. We weren’t in a hurry to get locked back into a cell for 24 hours of 7 days a week of slow motion lockdown.

In front of me was the asphalt concrete track that circled the yard. It was around the same width and length as a high school track. The sweltering 110-degree desert heat made me dizzy looking at the heat waves rising from it. Just inside the track on the yard there was grass and a couple of concrete tables that would hold about three to four prisoners on each side during regular yard. I knew from experience that this was where the White inmates and southern Mexicans would congregate so I asked Heart, “Is this where the riot was with the Mexicans and Whites?”

Heart nodded his head and said, “Yep. I remember how bad the White inmates got beat. We couldn’t get the Mexicans to stop stomping and kicking them. After we finally got them down, one of the White inmates regained consciousness and started trying to crawl away. He fell on his head trying to crawl and was knocked out again for hours. His face had boot prints all over it…that guy has brain damage and can barely talk now.”

I looked at Heart and wondered if he was trying to intimidate me. I said, “The Whites are lucky prison knives weren’t used.”

Heart nodded his head but didn’t say anything.

I wanted more information so I asked, “Who had the yard for the Mexicans at the time of that riot. Whoever it was had the decency to keep weapons out of it.”

Heart nodded his head and thought about it. He said, “It was hard for us to tell who was calling shots. There wasn’t a bona-fide Mexican Mobster here at the time. I think it was some one from La Puente in LA. I can’t remember his name.”

All of the sudden I realized why Heart was helping me. He wanted to be involved and in the know. It was a competition among a certain class of prison guards to know things. It gave them clout.

One foot in front of the other locked in chains was taking a long time to get anywhere. The dry heat was drenching me in perspiration. To my right was building 4. The prefabricated building was a tan dreary color except for the green vestibule door and the tinted bulletproof tower window above. A tower guard stood watching with his gun pointed at the ground near us. I asked, “Does Gomez really have gun tower friends or was he just acting?”

Heart grunted and said, “He’s serious as a heart attack. He still lives in Mexico and drives across the border everyday to work, his friends caravan with him. Stay out of building three and four.

One foot in front of the other in a shuffle step got us to the middle of the yard. There was a handball wall that was 20 feet high. After that there was a thin cement walkway that cut through the middle of the yard. At the end of it to the right was the gym. Mostly Black Inmates were standing at the window watching. I saw a couple of tattooed down Asians and asked, “How long have the Black inmates had the gym?”

I knew the answer. Ever since the Mexicans and Black inmates had their riot.

Heart said, “It’s been over six months now. The Prison Administration is thinking of trying to put Mexicans in there from another yard to see what happens.”

I grunted and didn’t say anything. It wouldn’t work. It would be an immediate riot.

Heart surprised me by changing the subject, he asked, “Do you want help with this yard?”

I didn’t know what he meant so I remained quiet.

Each shuffle step seemed to take longer waiting for one of us to talk.

Heart finally said, “Do you want to know about any skeletons in the closet?”

Now I understood. He was asking if we wanted to know about any protective custody cases. I was immediately repulsed by the thought and asked, “Is this a protective custody yard?”

Heart noticed me staring right at him and said, “Not at all but there is always a sex offender who flies beneath the radar on every yard. Do you want help uncovering those kinds of things?”

I had stopped walking and felt Damon bump into me. I started shuffle stepping forward again and thought about it. Prisoners were given paperwork from their counselor that stated every crime they had ever committed. We really didn’t need his help. But who was I to muzzle the gift horse. I said, “I wouldn’t turn down help, but I was hoping for tobacco or a cell phone to start with.”

Heart ignored me and said, “There’s a notorious child molester in three building. Think about the worst Catholic priest scenario. He has forty-four counts and is doing a life sentence. I don’t know how he made it through New Folsom and Calipatria.”

What Heart was saying was he was surprised the inmates at those Maximum Security Prisons didn’t uncover his dirty deeds and stick a spike in his neck.

I said, “You would need to give me the paperwork that proves those charges for me to do anything.”

Heart said, “That I can’t do. You have to trust me.”

I said, “It has nothing to do with trust. It has to do with how it has always been done. Paperwork is the only way.”

Heart nodded his head and said, “I’ll see what I can do. I would have to go into his Central File to get it.”

I didn’t say anything. We were getting closer to our building and I wondered if Heart was helping the Mexicans the same way.

Heart said, “You have another potential problem that just arrived. A white guy just got here who has a “Cruelty to Children” charge and a “Corporal Injury to Spouse” charge. You should be able to fish that one out on your own. He had problems at Donovan Reception Center over it on his way to this prison. It will all be in his paperwork.”

Another revelation dawned on me. The prison guards at Centinella must like being on lockdown.

An Interview With Best Selling Prison Author Glenn Langohr

An Interview With Best Selling Prison Author Glenn Langohr

Posted on March 28, 2013by lockdownpublishing

How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in your books? A lot. I lived a life as a drug criminal for many years. It started as a runaway at the age of 12. It continued for 20 more years. Through writing, I found a spiritual way to deal with it in a positive way.

How much of a story do you have in mind before you start writing? I usually have the story already done before I start. Of course a few new twists and turns can happen but for the most part, I see the story as if it is a movie.

How do you develop and differentiate your characters? I paint with the true colors of life, with real characters, so they are divided by different drug gangs, different races, different sides of the law and different motivations.

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track? At times, my writing turns to fiction to transition the story from point A to point B and that Is when it gets hard to stay on track. Sometimes I have to throw away sections and start over.

How (or when) do you decide that you are finished writing a story? In the beginning that was hard because I wanted the perfect ending. My first novel, Roll Call: A True Crime Prison Story of Corruption and Redemption is 700 pages but I got the perfect ending! Kirkus Discoveries from NY Nielson Media reviewed it and called me a “Master Director” and said, “A Harrowing-Down-and-Dirty Depiction of the U.S. War on Drugs” they also related it to my favorite drug war movie “Traffic”.

Now all my books are way shorter. I figured out how to end them a little easier.

Is there a message in your writing you want readers to grasp? I have nine drug war and prison books that are meant to do two things. I strive to shine a light on how “tough on crime” political platforms are hurting us as a society because they aren’t “smart on crime” and we need more compassion in relation to the drug laws. My books show human beings being sent to prison who are addicted to drugs and fighting poverty the only way they know how. While in prison, the readers can see for themselves that the addiction is bred into an affliction much harder to escape, where gangs, tattoos and violence are the solution to the pressure. What do you think that does for the community when those petty drug criminals are released without any new skills or way to live, starting over from scratch, without a job, or a place to live?

What are you working on right now? The TV show “Lock Up Abroad” interviewed me for the upcoming season that is going to focus on U.S. Prisons. They want me to write a story without any fiction at all about my time in prison toward the end of my sentence when some crazy stuff happened.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? No, I never imagined it until I was in prison for 10 years and stuck in a cell in solitary confinement.

At what age did you discover your love of writing? I was 32 years old at the time.

What was the first story that you wrote? Roll Call: A True Crime Prison Story of Corruption and Redemption.

When were you first published? How were you discovered? I published in 2009 after sending my manuscript to a bunch of publishers.

What is the most difficult part of the whole writing process? Going over it again and again to make it perfect. The rewriting can be overwhelming and it takes other professional readers and authors to add their thoughts.

What do you like to read? I love suspense thrillers, romance, young adult, crime anything, mystery and Westerns.

What writer influences you the most? There are so many it is hard to name one. Lee Childs is fantastic. James Patterson writes short chapters the way I do. James Clavelle writes culture the way I do.

If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, which actors would you like to see playing your characters? I envision making stars out of real prisoners who are in my books. Why have someone pretend to be a Mexican Mobster or Hell’s Angel when the real thing is available?

Where can people learn more about you and your books?

rollcallthebook@gmail.com

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Gangster Prison Life in California Exposed by Author Glenn Langohr

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Check out this review for my drug war novel Roll Call

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00571NY5A Roll Call, A SHOCKING True Prison Story ( Prison Killers )]] Available in print or kindle. Written by a former prisoner, 20 Five star reviews, "Whacks you aside the head with the force of a baseball bat. Langohr's incredible description of his fight for survival in prison has 'screenplay' written all over it." John South, American Media

Check out all of my other drug war and prison thrillers on my Amazon page. Somehow, my novella Race Riot is number 1 in the U.K again! It's only .99 cents so pick up a copy and help me get it closer to number 1 in the U.S!

The beautiful thing in the U.K is that with so many people buying Race Riot ( almost 700 this month! ) I am seeing a surge in sales for the follow up in the series, Lock Up Diaries. The next one in the series, Gladiator is also surging. To me this means that enough people are enjoying Race Riot to buy the other ones at 2.99! If you haven't read the fourth book of the series, Underdog, it is the best. I use an analogy with dogs abandoned in cages at a shelter to inmates in similar cages. It also shines a light on corruption in U.S. prisons in relation to solitary confinement.

Truth-out.org has a great post.

Truth-out.org has a great post about solitary confinement. I love finding humanitarian groups and support groups like these where like minded individuals love each other through the dark times into the light. I spent over 10 years in California's prison wharehouses on drug re...lated charges with a couple of those years in the SHU and most of the rest of it on level 3 and 4 yards where more then half the year was on lockdown anyway. I'm blessed to have turned it into something positive by writing novels about the drug war and prison conditions to shine a light on some of the corruption and the need for more compassion and common sense. I gift out kindle copies of any of my books to these groups to help get the word out, email me at rollcallthebook@gmail.com . I wrote Underdog to show the public that you can go into prison and be falsely validated into the SHU over just surviving a riot. Underdog and Race Riot are now available in audio to listen to like a movie and you can listen to part of it for free.