Morrison arrived at the rack to find a stranger, obviously a vor from Barracks Two, on top of the new prisoner, sodomizing him. The victim kept screaming as the attacker continued to thrust into him. Morrison reached down and tapped the assailant on the shoulder. Without breaking his rhythm, the attacker reached behind himself to swat Morrison’s hand away. In a normal speaking tone, Morrison spoke. “You’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep,” he said. The attacker continued to thrust into his victim, totally ignoring the intruder. Morrison reached over and roughly smacked the attacker on the back of his head with an open palm and repeated, “You’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep.” The assailant stopped thrusting immediately. Registering fear and horror, the eyes of every prisoner in
