Smack went a fist against Jin's open-eyed face. Then came another and another. Yet he refused to fight back... Thinking himself to be just like Jesus Christ. Jin literally turned the other cheek, again and again. These three assholes had ganged up on him, and the guards were doing nothing. Jin wasn't yelling, screaming, nor anything to fight off the attacks. Not to mention doing anything to warrant the attacks in the first place. That was his first morning in Harris County Jail.
The next day was worse for him. He had tried to get help from the guards. Only to have his face smashed against the plexiglass by one of his assailants, and having the guards turn their heads just as Jin was turning the other cheek. On the third day, he fought back. Jin was of small stature, to say the least. Five foot eight and a hundred and forty pounds soaking wet. So, he did not put up much of a fight, but it got the a-holes to look for an easier, fresher target. That's life, you don't know why you're in jail, your only family is dead, you get your ass beat, and you go on. A very enlightened approach to life on Jin's part...
As one week passed, Jin finally went to court for the first time to be told by his public defender only an offer by the District Attorney of seven years. To simply get an explanation of why he was in jail was above the Public Defender's paygrade apparentely. So Jin picked up a Bible, and started reading the scripture again and again. With nothing to do but play chess, or read the Bible. Life was ... exciting.
After a month, he went to court again and hearing an offer of six years. Jin needed a lawyer, this one wouldn't even explain his charges. The public defender was handling like at least twenty other cases. Which would explain why Jin was being blatently ignored, but this was his life on the line here. Life was ... unfair. Back in his tank, i.e. his prison cell with the other inmates. Jin was passing time pretty comfortably. He played a pretty good chess game, and was getting better by the day. The trick was to plan ahead, and almost all inmates cannot plan further than the next meal.
Along comes the behemoth to spoil Jin's peaceful daily existence. His name was Bailey... All you needed was his last name because respect is everything in jail. Funny thing is that he did not respect you back. It wasn't the first time in jail for Bailey by far, but he seemed to like it. If not for the fact that Bailey made Jin wash his underwear, write all his letters, and even wipe the toilet seat whenever Bailey wanted to take care of his business. Being the smallest guy in a jail cell had it's drawbacks, and life was ... peachy.
Jin was fine with it, for about four days. Then Bailey told Jin that he was to be his bitch, and would take it every day after lights out. That was not alright with Jin, but he played the part well for the two hours that it took him to come up with a plan. The only thing he had for a weapon was this razor blade from the ones that they sold on commissary. So he slipped back to his bunk. Waited until Bailey was distracted with someone else, and broke apart 3 more razors with the intention of severely lacerating his adversary.
It worked in Jin's mind at least. When he actually went to go slash Bailey's face... That didn't work too well. Jin grazed him with the razor blades in his fist, then came Bailey's fists, and boy did they hurt. For what seemed like hours, the watchmen let the beatdown continue. When they actually intervened, Jin's face was a bloody pulp. His nose was broken, his jaw dislocated, and 3 teeth knocked out. Bailey knew what he was doing not hitting on any of the major organs.
The guards took Jin away. Threw him into a cell where he could at least asses the damage to his face. As he was checking himself out in the metal mirror, his door pops open. Five guardsmen walk in and without a word proceed to work Jin over. The first guard throws Jin on the floor, and all five of them start kicking Jin with their steel-toe boots. "Jesus, I am gunna die tonight!", Jin's enlightened mind blurts out the single quote.
The next morning, Jin was moved to Administrative Segregation. A small cell, but it was a small cell that he could call his own! After living in Texas for the past 21 years. Jin knew what the mentality of this great state was. If you're foreign, have a weird sounding name, and were arrested for terrorism all do not bode well. But at least Jin was content again. He had many wounds, but no big nasty scars, and just three broken teeth. Life was ... dandy. After three weeks in that small, lonely cell. Jin actually started playing chess again by yelling out piece positions under his door. He couldn't even finish a game though because of his jaw. So he just sat, stared at walls, and thought...
Turned his mind towards Jesus, and praise the lord, didn't get any answers. His main query and quite the quandary was Jesus' statement in Revelation 22:18. Jesus plainly states in that passage that He is the bright, and shining morning star. Why would Jesus equate Himself to Heylel, or Lucifer in Latin. When it was He, Himself, who likened Satan to that same title. He just could not figure it out, and then it happened. As he was talking to "Solo", one of his chess buddies, he discovered that Solo was taking a correspondence course on Siddha Yoga. This was perfect! Something to take his mind away from his dilemma, and a chance to study an Indian religion.
And the next chow time, Jin actually received five courses. He could not put them down... He was to the fourth course, and was amazed at how true they sounded. Siddha Yoga appeared to be the religion he'd been searching for. The courses just made so much sense that he needed to reread a passage six times to realize another one of it's meanings. He will definetely read up on Siddha Yoga when he had the chance. The five correspondence letters were enough to get him on a different mental plane though. He had sent his ego on a one way trip to non-existance.
Jin was going to court about every two months, and still had not gotten an explanation of his charges. Life was ... baffling. In his cell, away from everyone, Jin meditated. His mind had become calm and serene about a month or so after reading the Siddha Yoga courses. Solo had been moved to another cellblock, and Jin was left with just his thoughts again. Of course, there were other chess buddies, but more of the same old crappy players. Sitting on a bed for twelve or more hours at a time puts some mighty interesting thoughts into your head. I mean, Jin didn't think like you any longer. His mind was a complete blank. Until he came up with an interesting idea that he wanted to pursue further.
After about a year from his grandmother's death, and his arrest. He finally went to trial after not taking any plea bargain. At first, it seemed ludicrous that the film production companies would accuse him of terrorism. He had just hacked into the site on the day that he got arrested! No way they could've traced his address down so quickly. And then he remembered, he had added links to his own site advocating a new religion. Sometimes it did seem that Jin was as brain damaged as they said he was. So, after about twenty witnesses for the prosecution, and only Jin to vouch for his own defense. The judge heavy handedly ordered Jin'Mei Kim to a ten year stint at a maximum security prison. Life was ... funny that way.