The story of Johnny Marlowe’s fourteen years in prison for circumcising his son. 

Two guards stepped into my cell as a third waited by the door. The first guard pushed me backwards as the second guard entered the cell dragging a rather tall, skinny saw horse. My mind raced. What could this possibly be? I was terrorized and confused. I recalled the numerous times the guards had beaten me with their fists, boots and clubs. The first guard pushed me back against my bunk. The sawhorse was pushed in front of me. There was nowhere for me to run and no way to escape! My heart raced violently! The first guard grabbed me behind my head and pulled me forward, shoving me down onto the sawhorse. Fear struck! Were they going to rape me? The third guard threw some shackles to the second guard. The two guards put a set of handcuffs on my wrists then connected the shackles to my ankles wrapping them around the handcuffs so I was bound hand and foot bent over the saw horse. I began to pray to God for mercy. I knew I was about to be raped. I was wrong….