I noticed this white dude doing dips on the bench connected to the wall, I Remember thinking "Damn this guys gonna have a hard time in here."At first Glance he looked like the type of kid that hung out practicing skateboard Tricks in a parking lot. " You gotta change that look on your face dude" he said mid dip. I wasn't sure he was speaking to me, " Your thinking about your girl, you can't worry about that shit dude" he was speaking to me and he was right, aside from not sleeping in three days all I could Think about was my girlfriend"He continued , "These guys in here will look in your eyes, take It for something else. " now the dips had turned to push-ups, "They'll think It's fear". They'd be right, I wanted to trust him, but the first rule of prison is ( D.T.A) "Don't Trust Anybody". As though he had been reading my thoughts He said " I know you don't know me and shit, but us white guys gotta stick Together ". It was true, in prison whites were overwhelmingly the minority. Of the 14,000 prisoners on Rikers Island whites made up about 3% 2% Asian 95% was African American and Latino. Of that 3% probably half were in "P.C" or Protective Custody, the few of us who soldiered on were easy targets. I just met this guy so I wasn't about to blab about my close encounter with Oral rape. Though he was schooling me on the do's and don'ts of prison #life and there was only a few stand up white guys on Rikers I still kept my Distance. I thought after the ordeal I had just experienced I wouldn't be trusting anyone for a long time. "D.T.A".