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Post From Prisoner Hunger Strike Solidarity


Thanks for putting this out there as it is close to my heart. I was once, one of the countless targets in prison of the overzealous, unconstitutional California Department of Corrections. I’ve been through the SHU process and was falsely labelled so I know what the 5 core demands stand for better than most. I write friends who are in the Pelican Bay SHU and am being told CDC is lying to them and setting them up for failure no matter what they do. I’m extremely glad that the prisoners have found this united, peaceful path of protest to shed light on their plight.


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Originally posted on Prisoner Hunger Strike Solidarity:

ATTENTION: Governor Jerry Brown; CDCR Secretary Jeffrey Beard; and all other parties of interest.

In response to CDCR’s failure to meet our 2011 Five (5) Core Demands, the PBSP-SHU Short Corridor Representatives respectfully present this notice of, and basis for, our indi- vidualized, collectively agreed upon, decision to resume our nonviolent peaceful protest action on July 08, 2013.

The upcoming peaceful protest will be a combined Hunger Strike [HS] – Work Stoppage [WS] action. Once initiated, this protest will continue indefinitely—until all Five (5) Core Demands are fully met. Here’s why.

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The Raw Truth About Life in the California Prisons by Glenn Langohr and David Bitco


This is the best review of my new prison thriller yet. You want the raw truth, check out the interview and all of my books in print, kindle and audio.

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By BitcoDavid

While reading Prison Riot, I was struck by how similar this story is to the classic Melville novella, Billy Budd. Of course, the latter was written in a much more stilted voice, and was built on Biblical allegory – but the thread of the story is very much the same.

Here we have a power struggle between a cruel and sadistic Corrections Lieutenant, and a fair minded but ineffectual Warden. The victim in that power struggle ends up being the innocent – the powerless everyman,whom in the Melville book was represented by Billy, and in Prison Riot is represented by B.J. and his friend, Giant.

Where the analogy breaks down however, is that Billy Budd was fiction.

Suspension of disbelief is not necessary when the writer actually lived through the hell of the California prison system. As a student of…

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Check Out My New Ad For Prison Riot, A True Crime Story of Surviving a Gang War in Prison (Prison Killers – Book 5) by Glenn Langohr


Author Glenn Langohrabout his book: Lock Up Abroad contacted me to be on their show this year as they focus on Prison Life in the U.S. They want me to be in one of the final episodes to end with a redemptive theme. While being interviewed they asked me, “How much of your books are fiction?” I told them, “Society can’t handle all of the truth!” With this in mind, I wrote Prison Riot.

Prison Riot is a true crime memoir where BJ, a young and battle tested inmate serving time on drug charges, gets caught up in a Mexican gang war over gangland tattoos. The prison explodes into chaos as each building erupts in deadly violence. For BJ, the war isn’t over when he and over a hundred inmates get housed in solitary confinement, it’s just beginning. For getting involved, he’s labeled a southern Mexican gangster.

• “Wow! I read this book in one sitting, I couldn’t put it down. The way Mr. Langhor writes this book, made me feel like I was in that cell woth B.J. and Giant, I actually felt claustrophobic and trapped and could almost feel the pepper spray burning me.” — MSMAD 2009

• “I am reading all of this authors books and this one is incredible. I can’t even imagine having to survive through what this guy has lived through. Prison war riot, Solitary confinement, respect, pride, survival. Forget reality TV, this is much better, it is reality!” — JDOG

To check out all 8 of Glenn Langohr’s books in print, kindle or audio book (Listen to a free sample) go here~ Sharing is caring so pass it on and leave reviews to keep it pumping.




Another great post by BitcoDavid at DEAFINPRISON…

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By BitcoDavid

This video by I Shot Him, a San Francisco based graphics studio, details the effects of America’s drug war, in Mexico and chronicles the violence by

¡Amigos! ¡Deportistas compañeros!

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Mexican Cartels and the military. The video is also available on YouTube, but only with their speech recognition captioning, which even in a simple – single voice – video such as this, is still horribly inaccurate. It’s 2 minutes long, but extremely informative.

It was published by the Washington Post, and brought to my attention by PrisonMovement’s Weblog. The video was Produced by, and created by I Shot Him. The DeafInPrison version was captioned by me.

Here’s the original YouTube link: 


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My Friend Steven Smith, A.K.A. “Giant” is in My Book Prison Riot in Print, Kindle and Audio Book

My Friend Steven Smith, A.K.A. “Giant” is in My Book Prison Riot in Print, Kindle and Audio Book. It’s found here in audio book~ To find it in print or kindle go to the side bar. Remember, you can download a kindle free in 2 minutes to your phone, tablet or computer. Image

I met Steve in a northern California prison and immediately called him “Giant”. As with most prisons, the White inmates were heavily outnumbered. Giant was similar to me and most prisoners, he was doing his time for drug related charges. In both of our cases, we were addicted to the power that being a drug supplier brought. Thank God we outgrew that. I turned into a writer and philanthropist and Giant turned into a hooker. Just kidding, he turned into a prolific artist and mentor to wayward kids. Here’s some pictures of him in the “Feds”. ImageImageImage

Both Giant and I did our time by working out a lot and playing handball and basketball. Those areas on the yard were heavily regulated by the Black inmates and the northern California Mexican inmates and we didn’t have much airspace. The book, Prison Riot, A True Story of Surviving a Gang War in Prison eventually happened… Buy it, gift it to inmates and families of inmates, review it, share it, I love you. ImageImage


An Old Prison Photo of Me and Characters in My Books

Old prison photo. God is so good to get me from there to here! Half the characters, including me, are in my prison thrillers on Amazon found here- Download them to your phone or any computer for .99 cents and spread the word. My books shine a light on corruption and are full of redemption!


I’m the one in the top row on the right without any tattoos. Blitz is in a couple of my prison thrillers and is in the top row. Damon, also known as Sir Rott is in all of my books and is in the top row. That’s what he gets for being in my cell for a couple of years and having a bullet shaped head.

Here’s a review from my first novel Roll Call. “A harrowing, down-and-dirty depiction–sometimes reminiscent of Steven Soderbergh’s Traffic–of America’s war on drugs, by former dealer and California artist Langohr. Locked up for a decade on drugs charges and immersed in both philosophical tomes and modern pulp thrillers, Langohr penned Roll Call, a light fictionalization of his troubled life. “I went from obsessively pacing my cell and wondering and worrying about how I was actually going to get my attorney to defend me, and how many years this sentence would bring,” writes Langohr in an afterword, “to realizing that if I find a way to write what’s in my head, I can find a way out of this hole I had put myself in!” Roll Call makes for exciting reading–gunplay, covert operations and backhanded deals abound. A vivid, clamorous account of the war on drugs.” –Kirkus Discoveries, Nielsen Business Media, 770 Broadway, N.Y Yk

Here’s the blurb for Roll Call by Glenn Langohr Number #1 Best Seller. Roll Call is a story with a cast of characters that include Mexican drug cartels, southern California street gangs and Hell’s Angels all fighting for their piece of the drug culture. In the middle of it all, B.J. is hell bent for destruction until he realizes his destiny in the nick of time.

Add a good detective squeezed out of the loop by an overzealous narcotic detective; a robust prison union trying to call the shots; a handful of drug criminals trying to find their conscience and you have the perfect recipe for a revolutionary uprising, bound by blood, all leaving the reader wondering, who are the real criminals? 

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Prison Riot, A True Story of Surviving a Gang War in Prison- Excerpt

You can buy any of my drug war and prison thrillers here on Amazon-

Here’s an excerpt from my latest in the Prison Killer series…

We stood there staring at each other and neither Johny nor Topo said anything. I let what seemed like an eternity pass and said, “We have a problem. We’re being housed and labeled as southern Mexicans.”

There wasn’t any shock on Topo’s face. He was a stoic warrior who I knew had already given our situation a lot of thought. It began to dawn on me how much deeper our problem was. The southern Mexican politics in prison could be looked at like a mafia battle that incorporated up to 500 southern California street gangs. Not to mention their business with all of the cartels from Mexico. With all of that to deal with the pressure on all of them was enormous. They surely heard our problem discussed through the vent and heard Giant vehemently telling the Warden he wasn’t a southern Mexican. Maybe they felt insulted.

Topo nodded his head and said, “This is your ticket to enter if you want it?”

I realized that he was offering us his blessing to become southern Mexicans. Maybe the I.G.I guard at classification had that part of it right. That it was a Mexican Mafia tactic to recruit White inmates. I felt Giant looking at me to say something. I didn’t feel any pressure at all. I had never wanted to be a gang member or join a group to feel protected or part of another family. I made a show of looking at my arm and said, “I’m White and I’m not a gang member. So thanks for the offer but I think we make better friends.”

As soon as I finished I realized that Johny’s body posture relaxed. I looked at him and saw that authentic smile I remembered. I looked at Giant next.

There was a silent expectation building to hear what he had to say. Topo stared into his eyes. Johny turned toward him as well.

Giant stood there a foot and a half taller than Topo. I realized with his hair shaved down to the scalp he looked even more intimidating. I imagined him as a southern Mexican being used as a soldier to earn his points. He would never be able to break free and would spend the rest of his life in prison. He nodded his head to Topo and said, “Thanks for the offer Topo but I want to go home on my parole date in just under a year.”

Topo’s stoic expression didn’t waver. He nodded his head and said, “No problem. I can respect that.”

Now that we had the preliminaries out of the way I was curious to see how he and Johny would problem solve it. Johny got the ball rolling. He said, “When you get done with this SHU term in Solitary the next prison is going to send you to a southern Mexican’s cell. If you go in the cell it will be a big headache. Imagine if there are tensions with another race already on the yard you pull up too? What if one of the White inmates on the yard owes us a bunch of money for dope? Or what if there is a war brewing with the Black inmates?”

I thought about the level of secrecy the southern Mexicans held together with all of their gangs and issues. Having a White inmate in the cell would disrupt that.

Topo pointed out the problem even further. He said, “Plus you will have a hard time explaining to the rest of your White people why you are in a southern Mexican cell.”

I thought about it. If the wrong White people were in power on the next yard we landed on, they might shun us.

Topo said, “I’m not telling you what to do, but I wouldn’t go in a southern cell and let the door close on you.”

Giant said, “Refuse to get housed?”

Both Topo and Johny nodded their heads. Topo said, “But that is where your problems really start. Once you refuse to go in a cell think about how that will look to all of the southern Mexicans and all of the White inmates?”

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it! The next prison would be like all the others. As soon as we got there the politics would began. An inmate would be in charge of studying all of the new arrivals to find out if they were a child molester, rapist or informant. They would ask for our criminal history paperwork. Not locking up was going to make us look like we had something to hide in a big way.

I shook my head in disgust at our positon and asked, “What do you suggest?”

Topo said, “Me and Johny’s names are well known. We’ll write a message for you to give to the southern Mexicans. That will take care of you at that level and it will actually work out well for you. The message will circulate up the chain of command to the shot callers. All the southerners will know you did us a favor and had our backs. How you deal with the Whites is on you.”

I realized that a message from both Topo and Johny would save us a lot of explaining. It dawned on me that our criminal history paperwork wasn’t in our cell right now. It had been boxed up and stored somewhere after the riot. All we had was the paperwork related to the riot. It would be enough to start with.

Johny filled in the rest of the blanks. He said, “You both better take our messages and your riot paperwork and wrap them up as small and tight as you can in plastic to wear out of here.”

What he was saying was to stick the paperwork up our asses and carry it to the next prison. Our property wouldn’t come with us to our next cell. Instead it would go through a search at the next prison for up to a month after we were cleared for the mainline.



Prison Riot, A True Story of Surviving a Gang War in Prison is available on Amazon Kindle

My newest prison thriller is available and on sale for .99 cents on Amazon Kindle. To check out all of my drug war and prison thrillers go here-  Here’s an excerpt: Yard business

For yard we were only allowed to wear our boxer shorts, a white shirt and flip flops. We went through the strip search and backed up to get handcuffed. We walked to a door that opened to a narrow concrete path that went for 30 feet to the yards. The sunlight blinded me after not being out of our cell for a month and I had to walk slower to let my eyes adjust.

We walked the path that led to two mini yards. Each yard was about the size of a half court for basketball. There was a 10 foot high fence around it and razor wire in swirls at the top. In place of a tower, above the yard, was a steel catwalk with two prison guards holding guns. The escort guards led us into our yard. It started with a separate boxed in fenced area about the size of a bathroom. We got our handcuffs released through the tray slot and one of the guards asked, “Do you want to use some clippers to cut your hair or trim your beard?”

We needed some man grooming in a desperate way and used the clippers to make us as close to bald headed as possible. My facial hair had turned into an out of control goatee and I removed as much as I could. While we played barber on each other the southern Mexican inmates started to arrive.

Pericho and Sureno walked with their backs straight and their chests sticking out as far as possible. I almost laughed out loud but instead thought about how sad it was. They were a couple of 18 year olds who desperately didn’t want to look weak. The guards unlocked the first cage in the mini yard next to ours and they walked in. Pericho was the crazier one with wild eyes and a bald head with scars in multiple places. As soon as he got his handcuffs off he took his shirt off.

After we finished grooming ourselves we entered our mini yard. There was a basketball hoop on one end that faced the other mini yard 6 feet away. On the other end of the yard there was a shower head and a toilet. I noticed a basketball in the corner and got it. Giant and I took turns shooting free throws and watched all the southern Mexicans walk in handcuffs to the yard cages.

One by one they got their handcuffs off and entered the yard. The inmates from the bottom floor were put in our yard and the inmates from the top floor went into the other one. The younger inmates all took their shirts off as soon as the handcuffs were removed and I realized it was in defiance. They weren’t going to let anyone tell them they had to wear a shirt to cover neighborhood tattoos. I saw Johny get his handcuffs removed and he walked toward us with his shirt on. He looked different, like his outlook on life wasn’t as positive. Maybe it was that all hope of ever getting a chance to parole on a life sentence was gone.

He stopped in front of us and forced a smile. Giant was so happy to see him he gave him an immediate hug. I followed up with one next and asked, “Are you alright?”

The love from both Giant and I brought back a little spark to Johny’s smile and he nodded his head. He said, “Thank you for helping us out.”

It hit me that maybe he was also depressed that he’d killed another person. Even though it was self defense, it probably had him thinking about how he’d committed himself to being in that position his whole life. I encouraged him, “Johny you protected your people and couldn’t avoid it.”

I looked him right in the eyes and his were brown pools of sorrow. He broke the eye lock and looked at the ground and nodded his head. Our attention was broken by a distraction on the other mini yard.

“Hey Johny!”

There were over 20 inmates on each of the mini yards and almost everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. The man who called Johny was Topo. He was staring at us from the other mini yard with his hands holding the fence. He looked like a Mexican Joe Pesci. He took off his white shirt and from his waist to his neck there was a collection of tattoo art. His usually bald head had a little hair on it and it made his widow’s peak more prominent. We watched Johny walk to the fence. He grabbed it with his hands like Topo was doing and stood almost a foot taller looking down.

I looked at Giant. He noticed the difference in Johny also. He said, “He’s changed. Even his voice is deeper.”

I nodded my head and noticed all the southern Mexicans on both of the mini yards beginning to establish positions. They were all somewhat watching Johny and Topo like they were waiting for orders. They constantly looked over at the two elders and then went back to whatever they were doing.

Johny nodded his head to Topo and turned and walked to us. His expression was even harder and I realized what it was. While I knew him on the mainline prison yard before the riot, he was himself due to the lack of heavy politics. Now in Administrative Segregation heavy politics were being forced on him.

The pep in his step was gone. He looked up at us while deep in thought and forced a smile and asked, “You guys want to work out with us?”

I felt my expression harden on my face over the stress of our situation. I nodded my head and said, “Sure… We need to see if you can help us figure something out after…”

Johny nodded his head and it was obvious he already knew it was over us being labeled and housed as southern Mexicans. I realized in that instant that every southern Mexican on both yards was aware. None of them had even greeted us. There were a handful of southerners that had looked up to us and loved talking to us on the mainline. Now they were avoiding us.

I heard Topo get everyone’s attention in Spanish slang and understood him. He yelled out, “Excuse me! Attention brothers! It’s time for our workout. Everyone line up!”

Johny nodded his head to us and said, “We’ll help you figure it out after we exercise.”

He quickly got into his role as leader on our mini yard and shuffled all of the southern Mexicans into a line. Giant and I maintained our positions and backed up to melt into the line forming around us. Our backs were to the fence and we were facing the gun tower catwalk above us. I looked up for the first time on the yard and noticed that both guards were studying the dynamics of how all the inmates were congregating. It was easy to see and understand that Topo was running one yard and Johny was running the other one. Both Topo and Johny had their backs to the tower guards while we were all facing them. It had to look like we were a part of the southern Mexican army.

Topo called out the cadence in Spanish and I understood it

“One hundred jumping jacks…Ready Begin!”

We did the jumping jacks.

Topo yelled, “Fifty squats…Ready Begin!”

We did the squats.

Topo yelled, “Fifty pushups…Ready begin!”

We did the pushups.

Topo yelled, “Southern Mexicans!! How do you feel?”

Everyone, including Giant and I, yelled, “One hundred percent!”

Our exercises continued for 45 more minutes. When we finished Topo came back to the fence and called Johny to talk to him. Giant and I watched the two communicate and waited for them to call us over. We both looked at the two tower guards.

Giant said, “This doesn’t look good.”

I looked my friend right in the eyes. His were confused pools of blue ocean water. I joked, “Where’s your Mexican pride?”

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I Got an Awesome 5 Star Review From Professor Keramet!

This is for my Pelican Bay Riot Compilation on Amazon. Professor Keramet teaches Criminal Justice at U.C.I. and is having me speak to her class of 100 students this fall. For a complete list of my drug war and prison thrillers on Amazon go here-
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5.0 out of 5 stars Fascinating Insights September 7, 2012
Format:Kindle Edition
This is a page-turner of a read about life inside the California prison system, told from the perspective of an experienced and thoughtful former prisoner, who describes remaining unaffiliated with the various prison gangs, but collaborating and mediating among them to maintain peace on the prison yards.This first-hand account of the California prison system is not only interesting, but provides an useful counterpoint (and compliment) to more academic accounts of prison life.

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I get to speak at the University of California Irvine about my books and prison life!

God is so good! Assistant Professor Keramet, who already interviewed me and read one of my books, now wants me to speak to her class. I am honored to also be speaking with Ms Dolores Canales about the criminal justice system and solitary confinement as it relates to the eighth amendment prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment. Ms Dolores is an activist like I am for prison reform. To purchase or check out my books on Amazon go here-

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