I don't think it's like that, but the whole rape thing is way overblown. There are plenty of dl people and willing engagements so the raffle thing is really just the past.
There were only like 5 murders when I was down, but plenty of stabbings. The thing about it is that a lot of the materials available on the inside aren't hardenable to make a knife that can go deep enough into the thick sludge of skin and bone to kill quickly.
There were a lot of cuttings with razors but this is hard to kill someone with.
Hollywood has made a complete misunderstanding of how hard to kill someone is with metal sharpened but not hardened. It's not so easy with knives that bend or break off in the body.
Sure they're are horrible wounds, and it sucks to get metal or plexiglass removed from a stab wound, but most survive.
The blunt force trauma probably kills more than the stabbings to be honest.
I was pretty well taken care of just because I had references that could be checked and vouched for. And I had a good name and paper. I was never made or ethnic enough, but my heritage was close to a good organization and I had flawless paperwork and was in good standing with several groups through affiliations I made while on the streets. I never was in the white boy car, and never in any car really, although I carried enough respect to stand on my own.
It wasn't so hard. You just go mind your business. Do your number and most everyone who is anyone respects you. But I wasn't some fraudster white collar piece of shit, or a skin beef, or a rat in any way.
In fact, my unwillingness to provide information, to reveal any people, and my silence in the case prevented a very large conspiracy. So I had a few grateful people in my corner. Those people, including those of other races I had dealings with were more than willing to vouch for me, and I proved it with never revealing names of any sort. So I did pretty good time. I was pretty much left alone. I did have to fight a few times and never offered any evidence in my investigations which helped.
I also served 2 years in the hole because I wouldn't talk even after an altercation, and would never speak on anything so after I got transferred to a new spot , that clout came with me.
There's a code that is still respected in the life of crime, and some I was living it I was beyond reproach. That helped to make it easy to do a long stretch. And even though the white boys hated me, they still respected me enough to leave me alone.