At the age of nine, Dwight Abbott's carefree life ended dramatically, his childhood thrown into chaos when his parents were nearly killed in a car accident late one night in the hills above Pomona, California.
Dwight was taken to Los Angeles Central Juvenile Hall, where he was soon after beaten by his peers, and raped by the counselors his care was entrusted to. It wasn't long before he understood he had to decide if he'd remain prey or become the predator.
He shares his childhood with us in his book, I Cried, You Didn't Listen, written upon toilet paper while in Solitary Confinement for five years at the Oregon State Penitentiary. And now, with CONSEQUENCE, for the first time shares what he and the children growing up with him went on to experience. The scary part is the nightmare he writes of is the fate of boys and girls today being raised inside California's juvenile penal system.
Today, in place of knives and zip guns, Dwight battles with pen and paper, choosing to believe, as he did in the beginning 20 years ago, that readers, learning of the consequences of unchecked authority inside juvenile institutions, will rise up and demand reform.
Dwight has spent most of his 71 years behind one set of bars or another, and is presently serving four consecutive life sentences at Salinas Valley State Prison. “THIS ,” he shares, “is in large part the consequence of, to name a few, Nelles, Paso Robles and Preston, spawn of California's Youth Authority.