Enlightening the Cons
Through the authorization of the Fisherman’s Evangelistic Ministries, a local prison ministry, I traveled to prisons and gave lectures on the deceptions and dangers of religious cults. Since I wasn’t a felon, Art, the founder of the ministry, was able to get me into both Soledad and Folsom prisons as a guest lecturer. I made about a half-dozen trips to Soledad with him during the early ’80s. Soledad is known for incarcerating notorious criminals, and has a long history of violence.
The prison is also the place where the infamous “Nortenos” gang and the Nuestra Familia syndicate were founded. On January 16, 1970, three black inmates known as the Soledad Brothers were charged with whacking a guard at the prison in retaliation for the shooting deaths of three black prisoners during a prison fight a few days earlier by another guard.
Following are more specifics about the Soledad Brothers from Wikipedia:
The Soledad Brothers were three African-American inmates charged with the murder of white prison guard John V. Mills at California’s Soledad Prison on January 16, 1970. George Jackson, Fleeta Drumgo and John Clutchette were said to have murdered Mills in retaliation for the shooting deaths of three black prisoners during a prison fight in the exercise yard three days prior by another guard, Opie G. Miller.
The inset YouTube video titled Conrad George Jackson Documentary was posted by ansar muhammad, on July 19, 2012 (1:32:42 mins): The clip is forwarded to 12:22 – the documentary of the Soledad prison killings. It may be manually forwarded to 26:15 – the beginning documentary of the San Quentin uprising.
During my visits to the prison, the inmates would look on me with wonder; as if they were amazed that I happened to be an authority on the disreputable cults that were so prevalent a few years earlier during the ’70s. Moreover, they gave the impression that I was delving into forbidden territory? The inmates themselves looked hardened—as if they weren’t serious Christians. On the contrary, in an institution like that, they dared not look like wimps; that’s if they wanted to survive in such a malicious environment.
Brad, the treasurer of BRM, was a blond curly-headed young man who appeared to be somewhat wimpy. During one visit to the prison, Art and I had him tag along. After the visit, Brad complained about how roguish the inmates looked.
He said, “Are you sure they’re Christians, looking and acting like that? Maybe there faking it.”
Abruptly Art broke out with a torrent of rebuke, and lectured him all the way back on the return trip to San Jose. One statement he made was, “These are hardened repeat offenders. This ain’t no Sunday School class we’re teaching here.”
After we dropped him off, Art said, “He’s an insult to those men. Where did you find that sissy? Make sure you leave him home next time. He better hope he never has to do time in a place like that. There’s rump humpers in there that will show no mercy.”
The next time Brad came to the office in my home; I confronted him and terminated him. After which he said he was glad to go anyway.