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A gay prison employee has his personal life ripped up and exposed by his superiors

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By Brian Wallstin

Published on November 03, 1994

After five and a half years as an employee in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice, Kenneth Williams knows that in prison each minute of visitation time is a precious commodity. A former guard who is now a laundry manager at the Jester III unit in Richmond, Williams has been threatened by inmates and visitors over minor misunderstandings.

"Working for the system, I know how things can go bad," he says.
Just how bad, Williams never suspected -- that is, until someone close to him began serving time in a TDCJ correctional facility. When Williams paid his first visit to the inmate, he got into a brief argument with a guard over whether he had 10 minutes of visitation time left. For his part, Williams decided to forget about the incident. So did his friend, Thomas Lee Johnson, who was then an inmate at the prison unit in Diboll in East Texas.

TDCJ took an extraordinary interest in the visit. Before long, Williams' superiors had discovered -- and then shared with others -- much more about the 28-year-old Williams than he wanted anyone at work to know. And, though Williams has been ordered to cease communication with his friend, TDCJ is still digging into his personal life. They have placed Williams under an internal affairs investigation for possible violation of a TDCJ policy that prohibits employees from establishing relationships with inmates.

But Williams maintains the investigation was motivated by a single fact that prison officials worked hard to uncover, yet now seem unable to live with: Kenneth Williams is gay and his lover is the inmate, Thomas Johnson.

"What they're saying I have done is ridiculous," says Williams, a trim Gulf War veteran with a button-down manner. "One thing about being a homosexual in an environment like this is that the inmates aren't the problem. It's mostly the officials that I feared coming out to. That's one reason why I've always said I hope they never find out I'm gay."

But they did, and according to Williams, this is how it happened:
Last December, Thomas Johnson pleaded guilty to a felony drug charge and was sentenced to 15 years in TDCJ. After six months in Harris County Jail, Johnson was transferred to the Diboll unit in late May. While TDCJ rules are clear that prison employees cannot begin a relationship of any kind with inmates, there is no policy regarding two people who, in the course of their friendship, find themselves on opposite sides of the bars.

So, to be safe, Williams -- even though he worked at a different unit than the one where his friend was incarcerated -- went to see Lepher Jenkins, senior warden of the four Jester units. Williams told Jenkins that his "godbrother" and roommate, Thomas Johnson, was at Diboll. Williams explained that he and Johnson were old friends and that they had started a home remodeling business together. He asked Jenkins if it would be permissible to visit and write to his friend. He even offered to prepare a statement saying he knew Johnson. Jenkins told him that the statement wasn't necessary and that he was perfectly in his right to visit. (Jenkins and other TDCJ officials mentioned in this story did not respond to calls from the Press.)

A week later, Williams brought Johnson's brother, also named Kenneth, to Diboll for a visit. By Williams' watch, about 10 minutes of the two-hour visit remained when the guard announced it was time to say goodbye. Williams admits to raising a bit of a stink by asking to see a duty officer. When the officer was equally adamant that it was time to go, Williams left to avoid further confrontation.

That night in his cell, Thomas Johnson received a visit from the duty officer, who asked if the man who came to visit that afternoon worked for TDCJ. "Yes," Johnson answered. "Why, was there a problem?"

"No," the officer said. "I was just wondering because he said he knew the visiting policy."

Soon after, Williams was summoned to see Charles Pelz, the Jester III warden. Pelz said he'd heard about the disagreement over the visitation time at Diboll. Williams told Pelz it was no big deal and that he had forgotten the incident. After a few minutes, Pelz blurted out, "Your sexual preference is your personal business." Williams was stunned. He says he tried to return the talk to visitation policy, but Pelz ignored him and repeated the comment.

Pelz also produced what he said were copies of letters that Williams and Johnson had written to each other. "I've got something here that tells me there might be something going on between you and this inmate, Johnson," he said. Williams asked to see the letters, but Pelz wouldn't let him. He did say that the letters had come from Diboll, where the warden had intercepted Johnson's incoming and outgoing mail, made copies and forwarded the most incriminating ones to Pelz and Jenkins at Jester.

"Isn't this your handwriting?" Pelz asked at one point, holding up a credit application for a small business loan that Williams had sent to Johnson. "It's the same writing as on the others, and we'll get a handwriting expert in here if we need to."

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