Chance Wallow spent years in segregation and was known for his serious suicide attempts. He is now in general and will be getting out soon. His first issue here is about the fact that The cells in the prison he is in , WSPF ( formerly supermax), have no source of outside light- no windows that open to the outside. This causes depression and serious health concerns
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| Chance Wallow MY STORY Chance w a l l o w 458649 WSPF 9 2924 Me growing up wasn't easy but it wasn't horrible either. It's always been me and my brother, Shawn. When we were born my mother was in taycheedah for forgery. My mom kept me and my brother Shawn but gave our other three brothers, Allen, Chad and Brock and our two sisters, Gwen and Crystal up for adoption. And me and my brother got put with our mean grandmother because two years after we were born my dad went to prison for kidnapping and assault and at this time my mom was still in Taycheedah finishing up her sentence. Anyway, my grandmother was mean. She cut off all our hair, made us use the bathroom in front of company and she would put us out in the rain if we cried or she was in a bad mood. Sometimes we would sit outside for hours at a time. Anyway, shortly after turning four my mom came home and we were so happy we finally had our mom back. After a couple weeks of being out she got a job waitressing at George Webb's in Milwaukee on the south side and made sure we were straight. My dad wasn't coming home for another year and we couldn't wait. Finally the Year passes and my dad comes home and we were super happy. We finally had both .parents back and it felt good. My dad had got a job as an electronic technician at the store down the street from where we live. Then he got a job as a drummer. He was very good. He opened up for Cheap trick Journey real Speedwagon and a couple others. I could still remember like it was yesterday. It was Father's Day I believe .The year was 96. anyway my dad came home to a brand new drum set . He loved his drum set and as time went on he had it BAngals and all the professional stuff. I remember when we used to live on 7th and Becher in Milwaukee my dad would open the windows and play the drums he had in the attic and people would stop and sit in front of the house and listen to him. My parents barely ever argued. As time went on they started drinking. Let me note that even though they drank they always made sure we had everything we needed. They were very good parents. Anyways when I was 11 and my brother was 10 we were bored walking down this alley and out of nowhere he gets the idea to start a garbage can on fire. So us being young we went with it. Anyway the same night a cop came to our house and asked which one of us did it. I lied and said I did it cuz that's my brother and I didn't want to snitch or see him in trouble. Anyway they took me to DT I was let out but I had to be in house arrest, which is when a person comes to the house three times a day to make sure I'm home. If I wanted to go somewhere they had to approve it. Well my parents would have people over drinking sometimes when the house arrest people would come. so little did we know, they were marking it down. So one day while me and my brother were at school, I went to a long Fellow my brother went to Lincoln, the social worker Mara Youngbouer pulls me out of class and tells me I can't go home. I asked her why. she said it wasn't safe for us to live there. In my head I know she doesn't know what she's talking about. so I asked her where my brother was. What she said ,there was a social worker at the school and they will be meeting us at her office. So we left and went to her office where they were waiting. It took her like 4 to 5 hours to find us a foster home after finally finding one in Milwaukee It was real nice Church going black family. We continued going to our schools. I don't know exactly what happened but we ended up getting sent to another foster home in Beloit. At this point I was getting in trouble regularly. So I did good at this place for like a year then I started getting suspended and stuff so these people said they didn't want me no more. So they separated me and my brother. I didn't care anymore so from that foster home I went to this other foster home by Lacross, ran away from there and I ended up in a Group home In Platteville. I got super drunk one night went out and stole some alcohol. I got underage drinking ticket and put in detox. From there I went to a residential Center, went to court and ended up running. Ran home cops came a couple days later and got me. I then went to Lad Lake, was there for about 2 months, finally earned privileges to go home for weekend visits. Well,I left and never came back. They called authorities and they found me hiding in my mom's closet. From there I went to foster home in Dodgeville. did good there; eventually ended up getting caught with drugs in my locker which got me expelled from there. I went to another foster home. I messed up there, went back to Lad Lake; completed that program,, ended up getting stuck in a group home in Bangor, ended up running around drinking and getting into trouble. I finally ended up in Morris residential Center. I acted up there also and now they had nowhere to put me.So since they ran out of places to put me and I'd almost 16th they put me back home with Mom who was living on 68th and National in West Allis. A couple weeks after being back home I met some kids in the neighborhood and it didn't take long for me to fall into drinking and smoking weed and by this time my parents were full-blown alcoholics. My dad was at this time living on 8th and Grant so as time went on I got introduced to the gang life and after I put my work and it showed my Loyalty, I got jumped in and was in the hospital for 2 weeks with fractured ribs. I was then givin my flags and once we left Chicago I was officially a Almighty Imperial gangsta. Two and a half weeks after turning 16 me and three others decided to rob the sky that had plenty money, drugs and Jewelry We tied his wife up and Pistol whipped him till he gave us the combination to the safe. Once we got it we took everything;was going good until one day one of the people got pulled in for questioning about the robbery. He folded and snitched on all of us so I ended up doing a year in Lincoln Hills. Once I did my year I was 17 and a half I got placed back home. I got my own place. I went to prison at the age of 18 for substantial battery intimidating a witness and. bail jumping.I did three and a half years, one and a half in, Two Out. Since then I've been to prison five other times due to poor choices. In 09 when I was locked up my mom died .When I just did the 6 years in Waupun from 2015 to 2021 my dad died. I'm going to make this my last incarceration. my getting locked up this time has really opened my eyes to some positive things. I don't get as mad as easy as I used to. I also think before I act. My brother is still in my corner always has been. We got a strong bond I also got an amazing woman a good friend named Peggy swan in my corner which I am thankful for. There's a lot of stuff I didn't write in this story because some stuff I'd rather not think about. Changing takes time. It doesn't happen overnight. When I get out I've made a decision to remain sober. I'm also not going to smoke no weed till I'm off. paper.. handwritten copy of Chance's story: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1WW5H8b8nOJ0SYK3R_UlkHojsTWZ4mHWS/view?usp=sharing |
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