Prison Professors With Michael Santos

Chapter Nine: 1998-2002 Months 127-180   The summer of 1998 advances me into my 11th continuous year of imprisonment, and I’m coming to the conclusion that it’s not so bad. Human beings can adapt to any environment.  As crazy as it may sound, I’m now used to imprisonment.  It has become the only life that I know, and I really know Fort Dix, the low-security prison where I’m serving this portion of my sentence. Fort Dix is a big prison, with three separate compounds.  About 2,400 other prisoners share space with me inside this low-security facility, and an adjacent facility of the same size is on the other side of these fences.  A few hundred men serve their sentences in a minimum-security facility outside of the gated perimeter. My studies and preparations for the future keep my thoughts focused on where I’m going, not where I am. Law school was an important step toward my pursuit of financial stability, as the population of prisoners on this compound could have provided me with sufficient business opportunit