When Doing the Right Thing Isn't Always Right

Radios are pretty essential in prison life. For most people it is their only connection to the outside world on a daily consistent basis. Each building, houses 125 inmates, and they each have 6 televisions suspended from the roofs scattered in various areas. But there is no sound. Each television is programmed to send audio through a specific radio station, so in order to hear the desired television it requires a radio.
Lockdowns are frequent in prisons. My understanding from other inmates is that this prison in Terre Haute is one of the least locked down of most prisons. It has a lot to do with it being a "drop out" yard. Recently, we have been assigned a new warden. When serious incidents occur, (like stabbings, guards attacked) the entire institution is not locked down for days or weeks like it use to be. Now just the specific unit is locked down.
It is important to have a good radio for lockdowns and to watch television. Well as a "typical American" I had the opportunity to acquire a second radio. My first radio was a digital Sony 2 AAA battery operated one. The second radio, was an old school Sony with a dial requiring only one AA battery. I recently decided I didn’t need two radios and could sell the extra one to purchase more painting supplies. So I sold it to another inmate.
Well, just last week the inmate came to me and said the radio I sold him was stolen, (a common occurrence in prison). He asked me if it had any distinquishing marks on it. I mentioned a few things including the cover of the battery on the radio being cracked (common with dropping the radio).
A few hours later, a transgender approached me and asked if I was interested in buying a radio? (inmate prefers to be referred to as she) So she handed me the radio, and on first glance I was rather convinced that it was inf act my old radio, with the same cracks. I asked the price and she was selling it for much less then it was worth. I declined not needing a second radio.
Immediately my gut reaction was to advise the inmate that originally informed me that his radio was stolen that I had just had a person try to sell it to me. However, I decided to consult a few trusted inmates first.
As I expected, they counseled me to just keep quiet. Even though I wanted to help “make the situation right” as that is what I would want and expect someone to do for me, if it was stolen from me. But the reality was I could not be 100% sure it was the same radio. Also, what I have experienced, witnessed, and learned is that putting myself in the middle of conflicts is not only dangerous, but stupid. People have been stabbed for less. Riots have been started due to race discrimination to arguments over sexual orientation. People have died over less serious incidents. For whatever reason I’ve done the "right thing" several times and it never paid off the way I expected. Since I’ve been incarcerated I’ve learned that I don’t need to put a bigger target on my head. The expression in prison is “snitches get stiches”. Another life lesson learned.