"But I do see myself as a criminal. I’ve killed somebody, and I’m a criminal. What I meant was that the inmates don’t understand my sense of humor. They don’t understand sarcasm or irony at all. The more sarcastic you become, the more they believe you. I was a porter once at Attica—a porter is a person who sweeps and passes out food. A lot of the inmates in my company didn’t want me as a porter because I’m gay and they figured, 'He’s gonna be jerking people off and serving food with his hands.' There was a lot of animosity there. I remember I was sweeping one day, and I swept dust in this guy’s cell, and he came up to his bars and said, 'Get that out of my cell!' I walked right up to his cell and screamed in his face. He said, 'You wouldn’t scream at me like that if these bars weren’t here.' And I said, 'But they are, Blanche, the bars are there.'"