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So you think Guantanamo is tough? Well, try Idaho
By Alasdair Palmer (Filed: 27/01/2002)

THREE STRIKES AND YOU'RE OUT. HUMAN RIGHTS, US STYLE As Americans shrug off criticism of Camp X-Ray, thousands of their countrymen suffer cruel but all-too-usual punishment

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  IF YOU ARE NORMAL, with normal thought processes and so forth, then the story you are about to read will upset you.  You won't walk away unaffected.  This piece is not journalism.  I don't do that ever; I take a stand, and for that I make no apology. But truth be told, I didn't write this piece. Not exactly, anyway. I listened to a man and tried to reproduce some of his words. Then, as the extent of such a subtly American violation took shape, the story began to write itself.  And I was in the end, occasionally overcome, so that I had to stop, put the pen down, and compose myself before continuing.

Although this is an army tale, you'll have to excuse my shortcomings with regards to military terms.  I never did time in the service, never was conscripted, never joined.  I was in college when I flunked my draft physical and was cast aside for more qualified men.  I remember I had just finished reading a novel by Dalton Trumbo called Johnny Got His Gun, and it so unnerved me that I was terrified I'd have to do Vietnam.  I did everything I could legally do at that draft physical to keep from having to report for duty.  A lot of guys didn't see it my way, though.  A lot of young men were happy to do what they saw as their duty.  It's been thirty years now since the Vietnam war.  Sadly, the aftereffects are still with us.

                    

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My name is Gary Waid and I'm a federal prisoner currently incarcerated by the state of Florida.  I'm not new at life inside, I've been down over 6 1/2 years, been given a bunk in at least 19 different facilities.  During all of that period I've lived with ex-GI's doing time.  They're everywhere.  In transit, lockdown, in all the federal and state prisons, every place where there's a cell, you're likely to find a veteran of some foreign war, usually Vietnam, marking time for every imaginable reason.  I've befriended a few, not for any particular reason, mind you, but because we happened to be thrown together at some point on the rocky penal road to nowhere.

At FCI Texarkana a huge biker named Ronnie, from the Austin, Texas branch of the Banditos, liked to read my stories.  One day I gave him a piece about a biker-bank robber who farted uncontrollably (every beginning writer does farting bikers.  Ernest Hemmingway probably did farting biker stories at first.), and when he gave it back he said:  "Waid, you should be on medication," which made me feel great.  I knew I had talent if a biker wanted to medicate me. Ronnie and I used to talk some, but you had to be careful about what you said.  He would get way upset at any perceived disrespect or flapdoodle regarding the POW-MIA thing.  Ronnie was still in Vietnam sometimes.

Also at Texarkana there was a guy who helped me considerably with my back pain. He'd done his time in the Vietnam bucket, too, and must've known his cookies when it came to explosives because they called him "The Mad Bomber."  The hacks were very careful not to piss off the Mad Bomber, so his expertise in various martial arts must have been reflected in his jacket.

Sometimes a veteran is off his rocker.  Or he's not really, but has a reputation he likes to cultivate. At Texarkana an odd sort named Don once asked me if I wanted to bunk in his cell (he had one of the preferred cells with extra room and no direct sunlight in the afternoon), but he always seemed to be kicking old roommates out for imagined infractions, and most of the guys seemed pretty normal to me.  They always said he was crazy, so I declined the offer and remained in my own sweltering but familiar box.  Don had been a Marine.  He did two tours in Vietnam, then became an instructor of something in a country where dictators regularly hired professional help.  I didn't need any lessons from pros, thank you.

Here at River Junction W/C all the inmates are older guys.  We have more than our share of Vietnam vets, and of course I know a few.  Biker Bill Wagener (See Dressing the Pig ) is a vet.  My companion on the laundry truck is another.  I help a guy named Panabaker with his spelling occasionally and sometimes he tells me a funny story...

...and then there's Sergeant Lawrence Hendrix, my buddy, who during the Hell-for-leather days of the '60s was proud to be a part of an elite group of soldiers within the United States Army of Occupation in the Republic of South Vietnam.

Sgt. Larry Hendrix ain't no joke.  He was an Airborne Ranger, one of those guys who jump out of airplanes, and he did three tours of duty in the mud and the blood, with both the 101st Airborne and the U.S. Special Forces.  In combat he earned the Silver Star and the Bronze Star with a V for valor. There's a special caveat on Larry's jacket: "Do not approach this inmate with violence," because he used to teach FNGs (fucking new guys) how to survive in the jungle.  He was a hand-to-hand combat expert, and an expert at seeing what was in front of him.

I'll get back to Larry in a minute, but first there's something you should know about some of the above guys. Three of them, three out of the seven I've mentioned including Sgt. Larry Hendrix, were compelled at trial to submit their military records, to be used as evidence against them during sentencing.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Okay, obviously I'm no expert about war.  I wouldn't know a Bouncing Betty from a Boomerang.  But I'm going to do the best I can to engage you folks in a dialogue, because there's a problem here, a problem similar to the drug war, in that large powerful government agencies and policy knobs think it's appropriate to warehouse American citizens for lifetimes as a means of controlling something they know nothing about.  And not just any American citizens, they're participating in the removal of men who were the best we had, but who's training makes them embarrassments. 

I've only met a few honest-to-goodness warriors in my life, and Larry Hendrix is one of them. Of course he's also a smartass.  He thinks like a Waid.  We could be brothers. The other day we had this conversation:

"Hi, Sarge, what's up?"

"Everything but my sentence, Waid," he says scowling.  "Your face is red."

"Ah, well, I just got off the yard and shit.  Did six billion pushups and shit.  But it's gonna rain and shit so --"

"Shit, Waid!"  He grins.  "Shitty shitty shit.  You live a loose life."

"Huh?"

"You got a fixation. Go to the toilet. I thought you were a writer."

"Words is me."

"I can tell.  Let's go to chow. I'll trade you my green lumpy shit for your, you know, shit and stuff."

See? Not too many convicts would jink me over such a moronic digression. I mean, you know, it's lonely in here and shit: it's nice to have someone to talk to.

So anyway, Sgt. Larry Hendrix was being a warrior during three consecutive tours of duty, while back home in the world I was a flower child.  I was a very good flower child, of course. Still am. But skill-wise my flower child couldn't compare to Larry's bad-to-the-bone. His three tours must've been whiz-bang bitchin' things, because the first time I heard him actually talk about his history in combat my gonads shrank.  Words fail me here. His true tales are absolutely the most horrifyingest, terriblest stuff imaginable and I ain't lying. Larry's liver was more death-defying than Rambo ever thought of being.

Actually it was my neighbor Charlie who asked him how someone gets a Bronze Star.

"Well, said Larry, "mostly by being in a situation. You're scared out of your mind and just sort of react."

He must have felt expansive, then, because he rummaged around in his property and pulled out a document and handed it to me.  Here's the condensed version of what it said:

"On the morning of some long-ago day, during a firefight in the highlands west of somewhere nobody's ever heard of, when a bunch of wounded men were lying screaming in the middle of a minefield, Sergeant Lawrence Hendrix, with total disregard for his own safety blah blah blah, crawled on his belly through Hell and rescued his men."

The Sarge spent a couple quality hours inching back and forth across a fucking mine field.

I was speechless.  "What...I mean, how did...Why - ?

"A lot of stuff was flying around, Waid.  you could hear the guys out there...It was like everyone thought I had nerves of steel, but my whole body was shaking.  I just kept inching along using my bayonet, sweating bullets, poking my bayonet into the dirt ahead of me, probing around for the mines.  You had to find the mines from the side or they'd blow.  I crawled in and out of the minefield, another guy started helping, we got all the wounded out and the dead.  We humped 'em to another area for dust off.  When it was over, I sat in the dirt and pissed all over myself."

Charlie and I just stared at the Sarge, stunned.  I've heard a lot of things in my life.  I've seen a lot of things.  I've heard prison stories that would burn your ears and I've even been slightly brave a time or two, what with the sailing and the pot smuggling and that. But this was over the top.  I'd never heard such a reluctant admission of worth.

That was just one story though.  Larry could float something by you that'd give you the willies before you even gathered it all in.  Once he told me how he went nuts during an engagement:

"You can read about Vietnam and see movies, Gar, but it's true what they say about being there. You had to be there, at least where I was.  I remember one time we were in a big firefight, threatening to get overrun. You could see the VC coming across this open rice paddy and we were hunkered down and I was so damn scared I was blind almost.  I'd set up a bunch of claymores out there so I just started watching the enemy and firing off the claymores when they got inside my kill zone.  I had all the triggers, so they're coming in, running like crazy and I'm firing my mines off, Blam Blam, shit and bodies and brains are flying, and I'm so fucking freaked that I don't know who's dead. Blam Blam, those claymores raised hell, Waid. Then for some reason I pick up my M-16 and start firing. I'm standing inside the perimeter, Waid, and I empty my clip, eject, jam another clip in, standing there like John Wayne, blowing holes in a bunch of enemy dead. I'm out of ammo so I've got a sidearm on my hip pulled out, I'm screaming, shooting my 45, Boom Boom, and the guys behind me are yelling, "Sarge, sarge...they're dead! It's over!"

"They shipped me to Japan for R&R and evaluation. I'd seen too much combat, they decided.  I was gonna go home."

"Thank God for John Wayne," I said.

"But I didn't want to go home.  I wanted to win that war, Waid! So they sent me back, but as one of the rear-echelon personnel with the 101st Airborne.  When I arrived, shit I said, this is an in-country training camp for FNGs! There's no action here! I was wrong, though. As wrong as I've ever been.  During the second or third week, in the middle of training my first group, my point man walked my patrol into a VC ambush."

"Why are you still around, Larry? What's your trip?"

"I was a badass. The first thing I'd taught those guys was what to do in an ambush."

"What do you do in an ambush?"

"You fire, Waid. You don't duck, dodge, run or roll sideways or any of that Hollywood crap.  You stand and lay down as much fire as you can in the direction of the ambush.  You make the enemy duck, make 'em hide, make 'em wish they'd never seen your ugly asses.  I remember I had this kid named Camacho from New York on point.  When I saw something weird, I turned and opened up and screamed Ambush left!, and he turned and fired too.  And then everybody was shooting.  Camacho has some cojones, Waid. We were a patrol of fifteen new guys, and we killed eight VC without losing anybody.  Couple guys had minor wounds.  And that was in spite of the fact we got caught in the killing zone. When they asked me how it happened, how in hell we got out of that shit, I didn't tell 'em it was an accident.  They couldn't believe it."

There are one too many stories and not enough space here.  Eventually Lawrence Hendrix came home a bona fide war hero. By the time he got out of the army a few years later, he was involved in broadcasting and music promotions around Ft. Bragg, North Carolina, which led to a larger role as a promoter and producer of talent.  He's got a photo album filled with pictures of his family, but also pictures taken of him with various musicians and groups from the '70s.

But back in the late '70s and early '80s, a job in music often meant a life involved with cocaine. Movie stars, politicians, musicians, people from all strata of society were indulging in nose candy, and admitted freely their love of the stuff, or didn't admit it but indulged just the same.  They said it was non-addictive. Said it enhanced performance. Said it was a harmless stimulant and great fun. SO Larry became entangled in an imbroglio, a man with a gun tried to kill him, and former Sgt. Lawrence Hendrix, 101st Airborne, Special Forces, 3 tours, silver Star, Bronze Star etc, shot the man first in a him-or-me situation that could have easily been dismissed as self defense had it happened to someone else.

The actual charges aren't relevant now.  Larry would have long-ago been released from prison except for a whopping enhancement and a sleight-of-hand at trial in which a firearm element was charged in the information.  Except the jury was never instructed about a firearm element, nor was it submitted to the jury for a factual determination. You can't do that. But they did, in spite of Larry's clean record (he'd never been convicted of anything.

But it gets worse.

The judge had ordered a PSI (Pre-Sentence Investigation), which is common practice before sentencing a man to a prison term. The report, when submitted by the prosecutor, was permanently sealed. To this day, Larry has not been allowed to see what was in that report to create such an impossible situation and to paint him as some sort of deranged killer.  It was right out of Kafka:  You go in a room, you sit, the man behind the desk consults a mysterious book, and you're judged by whatever he finds.  Remember, Larry had no record.

So while the judge was considering this sealed PSR, the prosecutor requested a side-bar for the record and said: "The State thinks this defendant may have his own graveyard, your Honor, that we'll never find.  He may be guilty of other robberies and assassinations that the jury doesn't know about."

What robberies?  What assassinations?  Why weren't these allegations made public?  Was there a secret agenda?  It was like if you were to put huge, gruesome, rusty handcuffs on an accused man, tattoo his face, head, and march him through the judge's bedroom.  Or like mounting little devil horns on, say, your grandmother, then parading her before the court, making her stand on a table and growl and bark like a dog.  Of course, Larry's not your grandmother.  But like I said, he had no record.  And why is his PSR still sealed today?

Then the prosecutor used Larry's military record in front of the jury, asking witnesses questions and going on and on about the training and skills of a Special Forces Airborne soldier.  He forced a theory that went something like this:  Hey, people, it wasn't really a fair fight, wasn't really self-defense, wasn't really cricket at all because this nasty bad-boy defendant here had been a Vietnam killing machine!

So Larry went to prison, sentenced to 75 years hard time.

That's right, 75 years, over two-thirds of which is an enhancement for being a soldier.  And his appeals have all gone for naught because whatever was in that PSR has convinced the higher Florida courts to uphold a lie by the lower Florida court, and to ban Larry from submitting anything further pro se (acting as his own counsel).  He had his day in court, they said, which is not true because he never got to see the enhancement evidence, and the jury wasn't presented with part of the gun evidence, and some of the other evidence was spoken in side-bar and sounded like an editorial describing Attila, King of the Huns.

All of this is confusing as hell to me, but typical of the crap I hear every day.  Except every day a man isn't done in for 75 years! Larry's adjusted out-date is 2021.

Larry's been down a long time now, all of the '90s, most of the '80s, and River Junction Work Camp is the first time he's been allowed to live in a semi-relaxed environment.  He's a certified law clerk, a litigator, who fights for the rights of Florida inmates, so if you've go a question or a problem, he's the guy to see.  He is admired and respected by everyone in blue behind the wire, and also by the guards who know some of his history.

But his wounds are daily on display, bleeding still. The scars of prison line his face and exhaust his eyes and when he walks he limps with Airborne Ranger pain, but also with the effort it takes to keep his pride and integrity intact in a world that doesn't want him, that doesn't need him, that has never needed him except during one dark day in America's past that we wish would just go away.  For Sgt. Lawrence Hendrix, that dark day has turned into thousands of dark nights in dark cells in some of the most violent prisons in one of the most politically corrupt states in the greatest country the world has ever known, the land of the free, the home of the brave.

I wanna be an Airborne Ranger,
Live a life of guts and danger...

Yeah, right.  The greatest country in the world has a self-serving president who's own involvement with cocaine is said to have begun when Larry's did, but is somehow excused as youthful indiscretion, which makes it acceptable for him to judge others from on high.  The greatest country in the world has an ex-president who pardons smarmy, oily, billionaire profiteers, but didn't have the courage to call a halt to the madness in our courts.  The greatest country in the world has a population eager to punish, but that bows to the antics of football players, wreathes them in glory and gives them MVP awards for bravery on the field, toasts them, lets them speak in victory parades, lets them tell us how sorry they were about, you know, the thing outside the bar that time.

There are a lot of vets in prison in America, and some of them are still being punished for their training and their devotion to duty in far flung theatres around the world.  Who cares?  We don't?

What America wants, but what it won't get is absolution. Neither will it get these men to finally succumb and fall down smooth-faced and porcelain-eyed from all that brain-numbing rejection after rejection.  There are minds at work inside here, and emotions - angers, joys, selfless industries, reckless courages, contempts, horrors, memories - men hanging on words, children of a greater God, inferno-hardened but not for what they did, only for what they endure today - and saddened for what will be endured by the next groups that goes to war for liars.

And it's the politician-facilitators that should be recognized as dangerous.  They're the serial criminals.  They're the ones who are slack-jawed and shrill and constantly afraid of things and asking guys like Larry to do the dirty work.

Everybody reading this should go to the FL DOC website and look up Mr. Lawrence Hendrix, DC #094601. Punch him in, scroll him down, look at the man.  Look into the eyes of Sarge.  He's the best of the best.  The best we ever had.  The question someone should ask is not what did Larry do, but when did he do it.  And the answer is not 20 years ago when he protected himself from armed attack, but 34 years ago when he crawled on his belly, eyes squinched up and pee-in-your-pants scared, so that the men he was serving with could be redeemed and could live and go home.

Look at the man.  There's your Rambo, Folks.  In Prison.

FL DOC Website
http://www.dc.state.fl.us/ActiveInmates/inmatesearch.asp 

FOR THE RECORD

Sgt. Hendrix's sentence was illegally enhanced by a venal, ignorant American underbelly alive in our legislative bodies and our courts, not to mention Washington.  His skills were not needed.  He was frightening and embarrassing.  After all, we lost the war.  We shouldn't have to put up with reminders as distinctive as Larry.  And his PSR, written by morons, probably claimed he was an assassin or maybe Spiderman.  They enhanced his sentence using a firearm question never presented to any jury, despite a legal requirement to do so.  Then they made it stick by dumping all over his record of valor in Vietnam.

I hope this story is coherent enough to be read.  I hope that personal stories, their connections and consequences, can help people see the larger picture and take offense at the cruel disparity involved with locking up some longer than others.  I encourage anybody who is moved by Larry's plight to circulate this story, to print it up and mail it to diverse people, to talk radio maybe, to republish it, whatever.*  Maybe Sylvester Stallone needs a copy.  I already asked Kay if there might be lists of pro bono lawyers on the net that may want to tackle an unpopular cause.  But if anyone reading this is affiliated with or knows of a law firm willing to provide a little assistance in helping Sgt. H. file a collateral motion, or if any veterans' groups are interested in assisting him, please write:

Lawrence Hendrix
DC # 094601
River Junction Work Camp
300 Pecan Lane
Chattahoochee, Florida 32324

Gary Waid
River Junction Florida
3-26-01

* Although I retain copyrights on my work for artistic purposes, I assure you I don't wish to restrain it in any way.

 

 

 

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So you think Guantanamo is tough? Well, try Idaho
By Alasdair Palmer
(Filed: 27/01/2002)

HE is woken at 4.30 every morning, given a breakfast of powdered eggs, then left incarcerated in a tiny space for the rest of the day and night. The cell is designed to hold just one person, but there are four men sharing it.

The prison generates a number of mortal risks to health, not the least of which come from the other prisoners, some of whom have Aids, tuberculosis and other infectious diseases - never mind the abilty to inflict murderous physical and sexual violence at any moment.

Is the prisoner enduring these risks a member of al-Qa'eda or the Taliban? Is he being humiliated because he's a fanatical Islamic terrorist captured in Afghanistan? No - he's an ordinary American citizen, tried and convicted for a non-violent offence.

Americans who end up in prison could be forgiven for thinking that European politicians and human rights organisations don't care about them, since they have never weighed in on their behalf with the kind of protest which has been generated by the internment of al-Qa'eda terrorists at Guantanamo Bay.

Yet American prisoners endure far worse conditions than the terrorists in the 8 ft x 8 ft cages now stacking up at Guantanamo, and John Walker - an American who knows what he is in for - is probably not in the least relieved to be bound for a cell in Washington DC.

To get an idea of life in an American prison, consider the case of British-born Andy Martin. Mr Martin was first locked up on Rikers Island, New York, with murderers and rapists for companions. Then he was taken in an unventilated van on an eight-day journey to a Florida jail. The journey nearly killed him.

"If, in Britain, you transported animals the way they transported me," he said accurately, "you would be prosecuted for cruelty." Mr Martin is a 55-year-old lawyer, who was standing as a candidate for the Florida Senate when he was arrested, and who had never been in trouble with the law before.

His offence was alleged to be "causing $1,000-worth of damage to a television camera". Like many other American defendants in cases which, in Britain, would never reach the criminal courts, his legs and arms were chained before he had even been sentenced.

Most American jails are hell-holes. Conditions are generally worse than anything that would be tolerated in British or European prisons. "Most prisons are not air conditioned," the Department of Correction in Florida insists in its official publicity hand-out.

It stresses that prisoners must work and grow their own food in order to save taxpayers' money. It adds that "state law now prohibits the purchase of televisions by Florida prisons for recreational purposes". This is PR from state officials eager to show how tough they are.

Court cases involving the US prison system paint a picture of unrelieved bleakness and brutality. Recent litigation has revealed the extent to which prison guards smash the heads of manacled prisoners into walls, break their bones, and scald them with boiling water.

Guards have admitted to raping women prisoners on a regular basis. And if the level of uncontrolled violence from the staff is bad, what the other inmates are capable of is revolting.

In Idaho, for example, a 17-year-old who was in prison for failing to pay a $73 traffic fine was murdered in his cell by the other prisoners after they had tortured him for 12 hours. In another jail in Youngstown, Ohio, two inmates were murdered and 20 stabbed within a single year.

A nationwide investigation found sexual assault by male prisoners on their fellow inmates to be frequent and widespread. No wonder Donald Rumsfeld, the country's Secretary of Defence, says that "to be in an eight-by-eight cell in beautiful sunny Guantanamo Bay is not inhumane treatment". Compared to the conditions in many American prisons, what's on offer to the terrorists in Guantanamo Bay counts as paradise.

That is why the military police have started to complain that the al-Qa'eda members are getting better treatment - hotter food - than they are. It is also why the Pentagon released the pictures of the orange-suited prisoners, manacled and kneeling, with their eyes and ears blocked.

To the Pentagon, as to the American public, the pictures were proof of that they were doing their job properly in looking after the prisoners securely. They didn't have quite that effect in Britain. Still, even here, it is notable that the protest has come from politicians, churchmen, lawyers and journalists, rather than from ordinary voters.

Polls conducted by British newspapers and television stations have come out with heavy majorities in favour of what the Americans are doing. The editor of the Daily Mirror, for instance, who had invited his readers to agree with him that it constituted "torture", discovered that more than 80 per cent of his readers thought there was nothing wrong with what was happening at Guantanamo Bay.

If there is a conflict, it is one between British politicians and the people who vote for them. The conflict between the governed and their governors is present on almost all law and order issues.

Most British voters want tougher and longer sentences, with fewer legal niceties, more defendants convicted and fewer criminals paroled; most politicians (many of whom used to be lawyers) are not convinced of the efficacy of tougher sentencing policies.

And even those who are (such as Michael Howard when he was home secretary) find it very difficult to put their preferences into practical, as opposed to rhetorical, effect. One difference between Britain and America is that in America, the politics of law and order is not insulated in quite the same way from democratic pressure.

America is built on the assumption that only the people ought to be trusted to legislate on crime and punishment - with the result that in many states, many of the top law-enforcement positions, from the senior judges and chief prosecutors to the county sheriffs, are not appointed but elected.

Politicians have to reflect what the voters think on law and order: if they don't, they lose office. There is no "elite consensus", separate from popular views about crime and punishment. If the electric chair, chain gangs for women prisoners and "three strikes and you're out" is what the voters want, that is what their politicians will give them - and have done so.

We can be sure that, should one of those caged al-Qa'eda members end up in a US prison, he will look back on his days in Guantanamo Bay with wistful nostalgia. That is when he might really need the intervention of organisations dedicated to protecting human rights.

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Let the Riot Begin


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A defunct Gothic prison, stun guns, tear gas, beer and testosterone.
Who says criminal justice can't be fun?

by Peter Carlson
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, May 20, 2001; Page F01

MOUNDSVILLE, W.Va. -- SUDDENLY, THE STEEL DOOR SWUNG OPEN and somebody
threw something in. It exploded -- BOOM! -- and then the SWAT team swarmed
into the cafeteria of the West Virginia Penitentiary. They held Plexiglas
shields that pumped out a pulsing, blinding red light. The inmates threw
Styrofoam trays of food at them and little orange carrot cubes bounced off
the shields. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, the SWAT team advanced, step by
step, led by a snarling German shepherd who barked angrily. The inmates
retreated, throwing chairs. One prisoner charged the advancing line and the
guards slammed him to the concrete floor. The crowd watching from behind
glass windows cheered lustily. "Nice move!!" one impressed observer
muttered. The observers were guards from prisons around the country. Most
of the "inmates" were also prison guards. The SWAT team was from Minnesota.
And this was the first of 36 riot-training scenarios at the Mock Prison
Riot here, a four-day festival of technology, testosterone and controlled
mayhem. "Get down!" the leader of the Minnesota SWAT team screamed. "Get
down!" His men fired tear gas and pressed forward relentlessly. One by one,
the inmates gave up, lying facedown on the concrete. .  The official
"safety observer" blew his horn, ending the riot. The crowd cheered. But
something was wrong. The inmates rushed outside, coughing and gasping for
air, their eyes oozing tears. Somebody had screwed up and fired<em>
real</em> tear gas. Lawrence Kosiba, the man who runs the Mock Prison Riot,
was not happy. "They're supposed to use 'inert' gas," he said. Kosiba
looked worried. The inmates were sprawled on the grass around him, sucking
wind. And there were still another 35 riots to go.
The fifth annual Mock Prison Riot had kicked off the previous night, which
was Sunday, April 29, with a gala buffet dinner in the Ramada Plaza Hotel
in Wheeling. .  "Look around the room," Kosiba said from the dais. "There
is a little bit of beef here."." He wasn't talking about the food. He was
talking about the people. They were, indeed, beefy -- large men (and a few
formidable women) with bulging biceps and military haircuts, some of them
already wearing their combat boots and camouflage pants. They were
correctional officers -- the term "prison guard" is no longer politically
correct -- from 35 states. Most were members of tactical teams titled with
curt macho acronyms: "SWAT" (Special Weapons and Tactics) or "CERT"
(Corrections Emergency Response Team) or "SORT" (Special Operations
Response Team).). "We are full, folks!" Kosiba announced. Between the
correctional officers, the students and the vendors hoping to sell
high-tech prison gadgets, there would be nearly 1,400 people at the Mock
Prison Riot. "There's no more room!" "  Kosiba is the director of the
Office of Law Enforcement Technology Commercialization, the federally
funded program, based at Wheeling Jesuit University, that invented the Mock
Prison Riot in 1997. He introduced Ralph DiRemigio, the mayor of
Moundsville, who had been a guard at the now-closed penitentiary where the
Mock Riot would take place. "I want to give you a feel for the place,"
DiRemigio told the guards as they chowed down. Built in the 1870s and
closed in 1995, the huge Gothic stone-walled state pen once held over 2,100
inmates, he said, plus a coal mine, an electric power plant, and factories
that made mattresses and license plates. It was also the site of 85
hangings and nine electrocutions. DiRemigio remembered the last
electrocution, which took place in 1959, and he told the crowd a story
about it. On the day of the execution, the condemned man asked a guard to
turn on the radio. The guard did. "And you know what the song was?"
DiRemigio asked. He smiled and then started singing: "So long, it's been
good to know you." The guards burst out laughing. .  "So help me,"
DiRemigio said, grinning, "that's a true story."." Kosiba introduced Paul
Kirby, the former head of the West Virginia Department of Corrections, who
touted the advantages of holding mock riots in a deserted old prison: "In
this facility, you can blow it up, tear it up, smoke it up. I don't care
what you do." "  The crowd buzzed with anticipation. "There will be more
testosterone there tomorrow morning than you can shake a stick at," Kirby
said. "You're going to have a great, great time!"!" When the dinner was
over and the speeches were done, Kosiba urged the guards to have a nice,
safe riot. Then he left them some final words of wisdom. .  "This is your
riot," he said. "It's not for us, it's yours!"
Business Is Booming
We're number one!! The United States of America currently incarcerates
nearly 2 million people in jails and prisons -- a higher number than any
other country in the world. We're number one! Our prison boom is relatively
new. Until the mid-1970s, the American imprisonment rate had remained
stable for decades -- about 110 prisoners for every 100,000 people. But
then it soared, doubling in the 1980s and doubling again in the 1990s. By
1999, it was 476 per 100,000 (and that figure doesn't even include those in
local jails). In the federal prison system, the number of inmates rose from
about 24,000 in 1980 to 54,000 in 1990 to 122,000 in 2000.0. The reason for
the rise in prisoners was a rise in crime during the 1970s and 80s, which
caused politicians to increase penalties, to legislate mandatory minimum
sentences and, in some places, to abolish parole. The increase in prisoners
necessitated a huge increase in prisons -- about 1,000 were built in the
last 25 years. Meanwhile, the number of correctional officers increased
from 100,900 in 1985 to 231,800 in 2000. Today, what author Eric Schlosser
termed "the Prison-Industrial Complex" is a booming $40 billion annual
business. Like most industries in America, it holds conventions and trade
fairs where folks gather to swap information and show off the latest nifty
gadgets. Unlike other industries, it also stages riots and then uses those
nifty gadgets to snuff them out. "The Mock Prison Riot has become such a
favorite among corrections and law enforcement agencies that there is now a
waiting list to participate," bragged a press release topped with the
snazzy red-white-and-black "Mock Prison Riot" logo. As the event drew nigh,
another press release, also topped with the logo, said this: "Let the Riot
begin."."
Dreaming Up the Perfect Cell
"Okay," Hans Marrero told the guy from the SWAT team, "I want you to try to
beat him with the bat."" The SWAT guy grinned. He was dressed in black
pants, black combat boots and a black T-shirt that bulged with studly
shoulder muscles. He raised his black baseball bat and moved toward his
human target. .  Marrero fired his Taser pistol, shooting two tiny metal
probes into SWATman's T-shirt. Immediately, SWATman's arms and legs
stiffened and he fell to the grass like a brick. The crowd cheered.
Marrero, a former Marine-turned-Taser salesman, explained: "It overrides
the central nervous system with electricity."." SWATman stood up and said
he wanted to try it again. SWATman was a tough guy but maybe not a smart
guy. Marrero smiled and shot him again. SWATman collapsed to the ground.
The crowd laughed. The Taser was just one of many amazing items for sale at
the Mock Prison Riot. There were rubber buckshot and nonlethal beanbag
bullets. There were smoke grenades and smoke grenade launchers and
bandoliers for carrying spare smoke grenades. There was "Point Blank Body
Armor" and the "Titan Prison Riot Vest" and Gimbel puncture-resistant
gloves -- "frisk without risk." There was even a bullet-proof Kevlar K-9
vest designed to protect dogs against "stabbings, slashings and
handguns."." At a sign that read, "Stop to Shoot," guards could fire a gun
that shoots little red balls that burst on impact, emitting a nasty dose of
pepper gas. .  "I got shot with it," said Kevin Serapiglia, the PepperBall
salesman. "Six rounds put me on my knees."." Nearby, Dru Bora, a
criminology teacher at Wheeling Jesuit, was selling baseball caps decorated
with the Mock Prison Riot logo -- caps that in previous years went only to
official Riot employees. "Last year, they were stealing them off people's
heads," he explained, "so this year, we decided, 'Let's sell them.' " Among
the most popular items in the exhibit hall was the "Porta-Cell" -- a
waist-high, six-foot-long wire-mesh cell that looked like a dog cage
mounted on wheels. .  It was designed to transport unruly prisoners, said
its inventor, Bob D. Hamlett, a construction contractor and former
policeman from Shawnee, Kan. Hamlett touted the Porta-Cell's unique
features -- a shatterproof plastic shield to prevent the prisoner from
spitting on the guard, and a black cloth cover that could be fitted over
the cage when transporting the inmate to a hospital. "You can cover him,"
Hamlett explained, "so the little old ladies don't get offended." Rob
O'Neil, a West Virginia corrections officer, was impressed. "That's the way
to go, buddy," he said, grinning. "Cage 'em up." "They'd never let us use
that in Minnesota," said a guard from a state prison there. .  "I'd like to
put my wife in there," said a guy strolling past. Hamlett ignored the
comments and continued. "I just made this a week ago," he said. "It cost me
just under $4,000 to make. I haven't decided on a price yet." It was not
his first invention, he said, pulling out a picture of his other invention
being hugged by a woman in an orange bikini. It was his life-size
artificial plastic palm tree--available for sale or rent, the perfect
accessory for pool or patio. How, somebody asked, did you get the idea for
the Porta-Cell? "I dreamed it one night," he said. "I woke up and told my
wife over coffee: 'I've got this idea.' At 8 o'clock, I was in the police
chief's office, showing him a drawing."
The Last Rioter Standing
"Forward!" the commander barked and the West Virginia SWAT team marched
forward, shoulder to shoulder across the prison's exercise yard, chanting
"Move! Move! Move!" They wore black helmets, black shirts, black boots and
green camouflage pants. Some of them carried shields; some carried
yard-long nightsticks; three held German shepherds on long leashes.. "Move!
Move! Move!" "  For a half hour, they'd been advancing across the yard,
shooting smoke grenades and driving a dozen pseudo-rioters back toward one
wall. The rioters had thrown grass at them and tossed smoke grenades back
in their faces and taunted them:"Are you wearing your daddy's helmet?" Now,
though, all but one of the rioters had been captured and were lying
facedown in the grass, their hands hog-tied behind them. "Move! Move!
Move!" The last rioter standing was Chris Dinger, 23, a student at
Bluefield State College in West Virginia. He danced out of range as the
SWAT team closed. Finally, backed nearly to the 30-foot high wall, he knelt
penitently. "You, on your feet!" the commander ordered. "You, on the
ground," Dinger yelled back sarcastically. "Bring the dog!" the commander
ordered. A guard holding a nasty-looking canine lunged forward. Terrified,
Dinger flopped facedown on the grass. A guard grabbed his arm, dragged him
off and cuffed him. The crowd cheered. A woman ran out and stood over
Dinger. "May I have your autograph, please?" she asked, smiling. Dinger was
in no position to comply. He was lying on his face, with his hands cuffed
tightly behind his back. "I'm proud of you," the woman said. She was Sheila
Hallman-Warner. After 15 years as a counselor in Georgia prisons, she now
teaches criminology at Bluefield State, and she'd brought Dinger and four
other students to the Mock Prison Riot. .  Many of her students plan on
careers as corrections officers, and she figures it's a good way to show
them what prison work is like. "It's important for students to know what
they're getting into," she said. "Corrections is not for everybody."." It's
not for Dinger: He's a psychology major who never had any interest in
prison work, and being hog-tied by a SWAT team did not change his mind. But
another student, standing nearby, was more gung-ho. Tosha Jones, 19, a
criminology major at Allegheny College in Cumberland, Md., had just played
an inmate in a mock riot on Cellblock M, where she was grabbed by a SWAT
team and thrown into a cell.l. "They just tackle you down and beat you with
their little sticks," she said.
That delightful experience confirmed her desire to work in corrections. "It
makes me a lot more interested," she said. "At first, I wanted to be a
state trooper but prisons and corrections seems more interesting to me.
You're doing things. You're not sitting around."." Cumberland has two
prisons, Jones said, and she knows people who work in them. "They love
working in that atmosphere," she said. "They said it's a lot of fun. You
get to meet a lot of interesting people."
Party Time
After the first day of arduous mock-rioting, the guards gathered in a
dining room at the Ramada for a party sponsored by Armor Holdings, a
company that makes bullet-proof vests. The folks at Armor know the secret
of attracting correctional officers to a party: Free beer. There was a big
gleaming keg of free draft beer in the room. There were also free barbecued
ribs and free pizzas but they were scarfed up so fast that latecomers found
only empty dishes bearing forlorn little puddles of grease. But the beer
kept flowing and the guards kept drinking. The ratio of males to females in
the room was about 20 to one and soon each female correctional officer
found herself surrounded by a scrum of extremely friendly male correctional
officers. The women looked happy, perhaps because these men, unlike the
ones who surround them at work, had not been convicted of any major
felonies. Angus Reed stood alone in the middle of the room, beer in hand.
Reed is not a prison guard. He is the "environmental health coordinator" at
the Fulton County Jail in Georgia. In that capacity, he has rid the jail of
bleach, which can, he said, be used as a weapon by inmates. He replaced the
bleach with a cleaning agent that is far less toxic.c. "You could drink
it," he said. Reed is a portly, courtly man who thinks deeply about
prison-related matters. He talked about inmates with AIDS and inmates with
drug problems. He lamented the increase of mentally ill inmates who, he
said, should be in hospitals, not prisons. Most of the folks at the Mock
Prison Riot, he lamented, were not interested in such topics.  "These guys
like the body-contact sports," he said. "They don't think much about the
humdrum aspects of the job. They live for the disturbances." A few moments
later, there was a minor disturbance in the room. It was caused by a
correctional officer who walked in yelling, "Look at me! Look at me!" He
grinned and pointed at the two women who accompanied him. The women were
young and blond and slender and scantily clad. They did not look like
correctional officers.  The male guards took one look at the women and
started cheering and whistling and yelling "Woo! Woo! Woo!" The man and his
blondes took a quick victory lap around the room then strolled out. And the
beer flowed on.
Dungeon of Horrors
Outside, in the prison yard, it was sunny and hot, and tired Mock Rioters,
sweltering in heavy boots and bullet-proof vests, retreated inside, to the
ancient stone cellblocks, where it was nice and cool.   The damp, dank
cellblocks rose four tiers high, with 20 steel cells on each tier. Peeling
paint drooped from every wall and gathered on the concrete floors in piles,
like dead leaves. Even in a country full of overcrowded prisons, it wasn't
hard to see why this relic no longer shelters felons. In the
maximum-security unit, which had housed the hardest cons, a cyclone fence
was hung horizontally from wall to wall, about eight feet above the floor,
to prevent inmates from bombarding their keepers with deadly objects. The
cells were tiny -- five feet wide, seven feet deep, eight feet high -- and
their cold steel walls held chilling graffiti: "Welcome to the Jungle"
"Aryan Brotherhood" "The Sex, the Drugs, the Shocking Truth. She broke my
heart so I ripped hers out." The sound of footsteps bounced off the stone
walls in eerie echoes. A half-dozen guards from the federal prison in
Schuykill, Pa., were tromping by. Their prison is a modern one and they
marveled at this ancient penitentiary. "Our guys wouldn't know what to do
if they came in here," one of them said. "They'd cry like little girls."."
These days, the former West Virginia Penitentiary is one of the Greater
Wheeling area's major tourist attractions, advertised in brochures that
urge visitors to "Do Hard Time" and "Experience the Shock." From April
through December, there are guided tours, and before Halloween the place is
transformed into a haunted house called the "Dungeon of Horrors." The
prison is also, according to the brochures, "Available for Corporate and
Party Rentals." The guided tours were suspended during the Mock Prison
Riot, but the penitentiary museum was open and the visiting corrections
officers wandered through it. They particularly enjoyed the display of
weapons seized from inmates. There was a "Head Knocker," a lock tied inside
a long sock, a "Head Chopper," made with a chain and a piece of pipe, and a
"Throat Cutter," which was a razor blade taped between two tongue
depressors. .  Another display showed tickets to a public hanging held at
the penitentiary in 1913. Next to the tickets was a newspaper account of
the last public hanging there, the 1931 execution of Frank Hyer, a
55-year-old wife-killer. Hyer's hanging was spoiled when his head popped
off, grossing out the execution buffs in attendance, and ending public
executions in West Virginia. .  Dangling beside Hyer's story was a thick
rope noose. A sign read "Do Not Touch!" The museum's main attraction is
"Old Sparky," the wooden, inmate-made electric chair that killed nine
killers in the 1950s, before West Virginia ended capital punishment. On a
pillar in front of Old Sparky was a home-made sign: Tipping of Tour Guides
Is Greatly Appreciated.
Blood and Bone
In the medical tent, blood dripped off Charles Spencer's forehead and
dribbled over his left eye.. It wasn't real blood. It was stage blood.
Spencer, a West Virginia prison counselor, was about to play an inmate in a
mock riot scenario, and Kim Singleton, professional nurse and amateur
makeup artist, was getting him ready for his role. .  She painted
blue-green bruises on his forehead and his knuckles, then dripped rivulets
of fake blood off his brow. "Go like this," Singleton said, stretching the
skin beneath her nose taut. .  He did it, and she painted a trickle of
blood running from his nostrils. When she finished, she wiped her bloody
hands on his inmate costume, a dirty gray jumpsuit. Spencer looked like
he'd gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, but his fake wounds were minor
compared with Wayne Shook's. Shook's forehead was decorated with a hideous
gaping wound that dripped blood through his gray hair and his gray beard.
And a bloody chicken bone protruded from his left arm -- a pretty good
facsimile of a painful compound fracture. Shook was delighted. He's 45, a
maintenance man at Wheeling Jesuit, and he loves the Mock Prison Riot.
Every year, he takes vacation time so he can play an inmate in the riots,
and he's quick to point out that his face is visible right smack in the
middle in the official Mock Riot poster, which hangs in the prison museum.
"It's my 15 minutes of fame," he said. "He's been doing this for four
years," Kosiba says, "waiting for Hollywood to discover him." The riots are
thrilling, Shook said, but they were a lot more fun in the early years.
Back then, rioters could set fires and break chairs and fight the SWAT
teams. He loved that. But a couple years ago, a woman had a nervous
breakdown after Shook took her hostage in a mock riot and that sort of
ended the wild years. "The scenario said that I was an inmate who was taken
off Thorazine and I was raising hell because I wanted my Thorazine back,"
he recalls. "I stabbed a doctor and took a nurse hostage. When the SWAT
team rushed in and shot me, it got too much for her. She was crying. At
first, I thought she was acting but she wasn't. It shook her up good. They
took her to the hospital and she didn't want to be in no more scenarios."
But Shook's drive to participate was undiminished. "It's fun," he says.
"It's a time when you can scream and yell and throw things at authority and
not be held responsible."
Do-Over
Suddenly, the steel door swung open and somebody threw something in. It
exploded -- BOOM! -- and then the SWAT team swarmed into the cafeteria. It
was a do-over. The first time the Minnesota Special Operations Response
Team stormed the cafeteria was the incident when somebody had screwed up
and fired real tear gas. Now, Minnesota was trying again. This time, the
inmates were played by guards from Alabama, who turned out to be
incorrigible hams. They threw food and chairs and strutted theatrically in
front of the advancing Minnesotans, taunting them and yelling that age-old
inmate refrain: "I got my rights!" One inmate picked up a chair and charged
the Minnesota line. He was thrown back and dragged off by his feet, howling
in feigned pain. "Kill 'em all," said one spectator, laughing. "Let God
sort 'em out!" The Minnesotans fired gas. It was fake gas this time but the
Alabama inmates rolled around the floor like they'd been poisoned, moaning
and screaming for water. .  "It ain't over," one inmate promised. The
Minnesotans advanced relentlessly. When they'd handcuffed all the inmates,
the horn blew. The riot was over. This time, they'd done it right.
.  Outside, on the grass, the Minnesotans were taking off their helmets and
flak jackets. "Who were those guys?" one asked, laughing. "They were
Alabama," somebody replied. "They were great inmates. I got my rights!'
Where have you heard that before?"  "'It ain't over. I love that." After
stripping off their battle armor, two of the Minnesotans wandered over to
the exercise yard, where another riot was scheduled to begin soon. Mark
Lembeck and Dave Zapzalka were both sergeants on the SORT team at the state
prison in St. Cloud. They were enjoying themselves at the Mock Riot, they
said, and learning valuable lessons, too. "I got a bunch of different
training I'm going to try back home," said Lembeck. "Different formations
we can line up in."." They'd been in one real prison riot, they said. It
differed from these mock riots in one respect: It was easier. The real
inmates quit quicker.  The real riot had occurred when the prison cut back
on recreation time. The prisoners barricaded themselves in the day room and
painted gang symbols on the walls. They were having a great time until SORT
showed up. "We started putting in gas," Zapzalka said. "And then we opened
the doors and tore down the barricades. And by the time we got in, they
were giving up." Across the field, another riot was beginning to unfold. A
group of inmates had taken a guard hostage in the "All-Faith Chapel," a
white cinder block building topped with a steeple and a cross.


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THE CORPORATION THAT PAYS ITS 21,000 WORKERS AS LITTLE AS 23 CENTS/HR:

 Federal Prison Industries, Inc.
Boom Times at FPI

 

Diane E. Lewis is a staff writer for the Boston Globe. This article was published by the Associated Press in October 1999.

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Lisa Watson seems no different from any other factory worker. But she is. After soldering circuit boards all day, she spends her nights behind bars at the Federal Correctional Institution in Danbury, Conn.

Watson is one of 21,000 inmates nationwide earning 23 cents to $ 1.15 an hour as part of a federal prison work program that is reigniting debate around the country.

At issue: the proposed expansion of Federal Prison Industries Inc., a unit of the U.S. Justice Department. Its inmates make electronic components, furniture, clothing, and other items while serving sentences in ninety-four federal prisons. Last year, FPI reported nearly $ 540 million in sales. Its only customers: federal agencies.

But that could change. Competing bills heading to Congress could have a lasting impact on FPI. Under a bill known as the Prison Industries Reform Act, which is garnering Republican and corporate support, FPI would compete directly for private contracts while phasing out its relationship with the government over seven years. A key goal, say sponsors, would be to bring manufacturing back to the United States (and away from sweatshops overseas) by offering the use of cheap prison labor.

Supporters contend that expanding prison industries to include private-sector work would prevent idleness among the nation's burgeoning prison population while reducing recidivism.

But critics charge that paying prisoners only a fraction of the minimum wage to produce goods previously made offshore, and then selling those goods on the open market, would create an unfair competitive advantage that could drive some U.S. firms out of business and put thousands of American employees out of work.

FPI has its own agenda. Last year, it proposed to its board of directors that it expand by providing services, as opposed to manufacturing, to private-sector industries. Laws in place for decades restrict interstate sales of goods made by prisoners, but do not mention services. As a result, FPI argued, its inmates should be able to do data entry, kit assembly, packaging, and other services being done overseas.

After the plan to provide services won board approval in January, 100 female inmates at a Fort Worth prison began keying data for Chicago-based CCC Information Services, which provides used-car price reports to auto insurers. The work had been done in the Philippines.

The FPI expansion has brought together an unlikely group, from unions to the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, to back a second bill filed by U.S. Representatives Peter Hoekstra, a Michigan Republican, and Massachusetts Democrat Barney Frank. The measure would end FPI's status as the sole supplier of goods and services to federal agencies, giving small and mid-sized firms a crack at lucrative government contracts.

"Our view is that FPI is out of control," said Jack Morgan, a spokesman for the American Apparel Manufacturing Association, which represents about 250 U.S. firms. Currently, U.S. apparel firms produce 85 percent of all clothing sold wholesale in this country.

"Right now, FPI has mandatory source preference, which means if the U.S. Army wants to buy T-shirts and FPI has them, regardless of speed of delivery or even price, the Army has to buy it from FPI," said Morgan. "Meanwhile, FPI keeps growing. Originally, it was supposed to minimize its impact on the private sector. That isn't happening now."

During the Gulf War, he added, the association's members doubled production to meet military needs. "If our companies go bankrupt, can FPI meet the demand? We don't think so."

But even though the Hoekstra-Frank bill enjoys wide support, observers say the Prison Industries Reform Act, sponsored by Representative Bill McCollum, a Florida Republican, stands a better chance of moving ahead. It has the backing of Illinois Republican Henry Hyde, chairman of the Judiciary Committee, and McCollum chairs a House subcommittee on crime.

McCollum said the bill "will benefit American companies by providing a reliable labor source for those companies that can't find enough workers in today's low unemployment economy, and it will help reduce labor costs so that companies can remain competitive with foreign competitors and generate greater profits for their stockholders."

"For American companies that have resorted to using foreign workers," he said, the bill "will provide a means for them to compete using Americans to make their products and also save the shipping costs, time delays, and the uncertainty that comes with manufacturing products in a foreign country."

What would prevent a company from replacing American workers with inmates? Under the bill, said McCollum staffer Susan Dryden, private businesses would be required to maintain their present level of employment of regular workers for at least eighteen months after entering into a contract to hire FPI inmates. But after that, union leaders counter, companies could do as they please.

"Right now, we are banning goods made by prison labor in China from being sold in the United States," said Frank. "But here, in the United States, we are giving prison labor a virtual monopoly. I want to see prisoners rehabilitated, but don't undercut companies that are trying to employ workers here by competing against them in the government market."

For Steve Schwalb, chief executive of FPI, the bill cosponsored by McCollum and Virginia Democrat Robert C. Scott could not come at a better time. He says the nation's federal prison population will increase 50 percent by 2006 to almost 200,000, from 130,000 currently. Of those, about 30,000 prison workers will come under Schwalb's watch.

"Longer federal sentences, the elimination of parole at the federal level, and a continued emphasis on drugs and border patrols are responsible for the growth we are seeing now and expect in the future," said Schwalb. "So, this is a dilemma for us. How do we achieve enough jobs to keep prisoners employed, keep them occupied, and prevent recidivism?"

The McCollum bill would require FPI to pay minimum wage to all inmates who make products sold on the open market -- a requirement that angers unions, which have fought to raise workers' wages and benefits. Even worse, say union officials, companies that bring back their manufacturing from overseas could pay inmates only a fraction of the minimum wage.

At the Danbury facility, Lisa Watson spends most of her week building electronic cable assemblies and harnesses for the Department of Defense. Of the 1,200 women housed at the facility, about 250 are working, according to Ken Kaz, associate warden of industries and education. The prison records $7.5 million to $8.5 million in annual sales.

"One of the aspects of the McCollum bill is that inmates would make more wages, which means we could extract more money from them, and they could send more home and pay more on their court assessments," said Kaz.

Watson had not heard about either bill, but she understands the advantages of being in the FPI work program.

Watson, thirty-seven, a former day-care staffer, was mired in debt when, two years ago, she walked into her local bank, handed over a note at the teller window, and walked out with $ 3,700.

She was arrested after a bank employee wrote down her car's license plate number. Now serving the last year of a thirty-seven month sentence, Watson believes her work experience will make a difference when it's time to leave.

"I'm working for Mickey Mouse money, but it will help me in the long run," she said of her job, which pays 92 cents an hour. "It gives you pride in what you do. An outside company wants to certify us in soldering techniques. That will help me find a decent job making more than the minimum wage when I get out."

The debate over privatizing prison work is hardly new. Labor unions have long argued against it. Over the last two decades, more than thirty states have passed legislation allowing prisoners to work for private companies, said Gordon Lafer, a labor professor at the University of Oregon.

"In Oregon, prisoners can be leased for $3 per day, regardless of the industry," Lafer said. Convicts book flights for TWA in California, he said, while in Ohio, prisoners make automobile parts for Honda, earning $2 per hour rather than the $20 to $30 hourly wage negotiated by the United Auto Workers union.

Although FPI has no prison factories in Massachusetts, some local unions and small businesses are concerned.

"The whole Federal Prison Industries expansion issue is a threat to private-sector employment in the United States and right here in Massachusetts, especially among textile companies who manufacture uniforms for the military," said Michael Cavanaugh, secretary-treasurer for the Union of Needletrade, Industrial and Technical Employees (UNITE) in New England.

At Sterlingwear of Boston Inc., chief executive Jerome Danin worries that the privatization of FPI would have a negative impact on his business. The thirty-year-old East Boston firm employs 200 unionized piece workers who make apparel for the U.S. Air Force and pea coats for the U.S. Navy. Sterlingwear employees earn, on average, $ 9.50 per hour as well as health, pension, and vacation benefits.

"Right now, 50 percent of all camouflage uniforms are made by prisoners, and the two to three companies that used to do that work are now making our products," said Danin. "So, there's been a domino effect. We used to employ 400 people. Now, we are constantly on the verge of being put out of business because the U.S. State Department is buying less. If they privatize FPI, it will affect us and a lot more companies."

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Christian Parenti's Lockdown America

J.W. Mason is a writer living in Chicago.



Over the past twenty years, the United States has carried out an experiment in punitive policing that has no precedent in a democracy. The prison population has increased fourfold, to nearly two million. Though these figures are familiar, the logic behind them is not. What has compelled the United States to lock up more of its citizens than any country outside the former Soviet Union? Some blame an increase in crime; others blame politicians who push for a "war on drugs" and tougher sentencing. The more conspiratorially minded note the growth of private prisons and convict labor, and suspect the profit motives of the "prison-industrial complex."

The real story, argues Christian Parenti in Lockdown America (Verso Books, 1999), is more complicated. To tell it requires thirty years of history and a tour of the lower depths of the criminal justice system - the anti-republic that, as Tocqueville noted, "offers the spectacle of the most complete despotism" in contrast to the "extended liberty" enjoyed on the outside.

The account of today's prison system itself occupies only the last third of Lockdown America, which is a pity since it's here that the most incendiary material is concentrated. Focusing on the California prison system and drawing largely on court findings and testimony of former inmates and guards, Parenti paints a harrowing portrait of prisons as "hate factories," "landlocked slaveships on the middle passage to nowhere." Violence and especially rape are universal - nationwide, 200,000 inmates are raped each year, by Parenti's estimate. One Massachusetts Department of Correction official acknowledged that for young prisoners, rape within the first 48 hours is "almost standard." And while rape is an inmate-on-inmate affair (at least in men's prisons), there is no lack of sadism on the part of the guards. Former guard Roscoe Poindexter, for instance, described the "Deep Six," in which he would strangle a prisoner while other guards "crushed and yanked the victim's testicles."

Shocking as it is, this kind of violence isn't irrational, argues Parenti. The conversion of men into feminized "punks" is central to prison life - just ask the correction officials who respond to accusations of rape with a bland "Well, that's prison." And warring prison gangs are "the indispensable enemy," whose tacit cooperation is vital if discipline is to be maintained.

Similarly, the chapters on police and their work argue that "ritualized displays of terror are built into American policing." What seem like unmotivated excesses of zeal are essential, Parenti argues, to the real function of the criminal justice system, which is not (or not just) to control crime, but to keep those at the bottom of an increasingly polarized society from getting out of line. This, he suggests, is the real meaning of "zero tolerance" policing and the ratcheting-up of penalties for even minor crimes. The point isn't to punish people because they are criminals, but to criminalize them through punishment. It's a view that finds support not only in Michel Foucault's classic Discipline and Punish but in the reflections of some police officers: "'People say that [zero tolerance] doesn't work because in New York or Baltimore eighty percent of the quality of life tickets are never paid and an enormous number of misdemeanor court dates are no-shows,' says zero tolerance apostle Lt. McLhenny of the Baltimore P.D. 'But hey, that doesn't matter. . . . What counts is that we've got them into the system! We're building a database.'" Intriguingly, Parenti links the growth in quality-of-life policing to the urban gentrification of the 1980s and 1990s, which has brought upper-middle-class city dwellers and the businesses catering to them into close proximity with the urban poor.

The connection between reviving downtowns and the demand for more stringent policing is one of the more original variations on the book's larger argument that "the criminal justice crackdown has become, intentionally or otherwise, a way to manage rising inequality and surplus populations." The idea that the criminal justice system functions as a tool of labor discipline and a disposal mechanism for "surplus" people has been a staple of radical criminology for at least thirty years. Parenti's book offers this line of argument at its strongest. His case is helped by consistently superb reporting, as in his chapter on the Immigration and Naturalization Service, which, he demonstrates, not only keeps immigrants' wages and capacity for organization down, but does so in active and explicit cooperation with employers.

Parenti allows much of the evidence to come from the mouths of law-and-order conservatives. No need for the author to connect the dots of riots and labor unrest at home, the expansion of prisons and police, and "the crisis of capitalism" when he has the likes of Darryl Gates, Ed Meese and Lt. McLhenny to connect them for him. He also grants that, whatever the calculations of those who launched it, the prison boom now has a momentum of its own.

Parenti's debunking of alternative explanations for the rise in incarceration is forceful and compelling. But will those who don't open the book accept his provocative thesis - that the criminal justice system is a prop to the economic order? In the end, that view, however well-documented or hedged with caveats, is up against complacence, fear of crime and a general belief that prisoners get what they deserve. Parenti's book at least combats the strong societal tendency to avert our eyes from what the American criminal justice system has become.

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TWO MILLION--2,000,000!--BEHIND BARS: New Study
The U.S. Leads the Way

 

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Washington, DC: The Justice Policy Institute reports that this year, the U.S. prison and jail population will top two million for the first time. Using the most up-to-date Justice Department statistics and trends, the Institute estimates that the U.S. now has the world's largest incarcerated population, and highest incarceration rate. Just six weeks into the new millennium, America has earned the distinction of having a quarter of the world's prison population, despite having less than 5 percent of the world's population.

"It can truly be said that the 1990s have been our most punishing decade," stated Vincent Schiraldi, Director of the Justice Policy Institute. "As we enter the new millennium, the ascendance of prisons as our decade's major public works project and social program is a sad legacy."

JPI's report, "The Punishing Decade: Prison and Jail Estimates at the Millennium," shows that the imprisoned population grew at a faster rate during the 1990s than during any decade in recorded history. America entered the 1990s with 1,145,300 inmates in its jails and prisons. December 31, 1999, there were an estimated 1,983,084 adults behind bars, and by the end of the year there will be 2,073,969. Given the latest Justice Department data, the Institute guestimates that the U.S. will surpass 2 million prisoners on February 15.

The prison growth during the 1990s dwarfed the growth of any previous decade; it exceeded the prison growth of the 1980s by 61 percent, and is nearly thirty times the average prison population growth of any decade prior to the 1970s.

The Institute estimated that $39 billion will be spent to operate America's prisons and jails by year end 1999, a figure which will grow to $41 billion by year end 2000. The Institute also reported that, in 1995, states around the country spent more building prisons than building universities for the first time and that two-thirds of those incarcerated in prison and jail (approximately 1.2 million inmates) are imprisoned for non-violent offenses.

"Halfway through black history month, our prisons and jails represent the sad reality that one out of three young African American males are under some form of criminal justice control," stated Jason Ziedenberg, Policy Analyst at the Institute. "Two million prisoners is too many, and the nation must find alternatives to incarceration to solve America's pressing social problems."

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Record numbers of adults in corrections

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Last year, 6.4 million were in prison or on probation or parole.
An ACLU official called it "overwhelming."

By Jennifer Loven
ASSOCIATED PRESS


WASHINGTON - The number of adults behind bars, on parole or on probation
reached a record 6.4 million in 2000 - or one in 32 American adults, the
government reported yesterday.
On the positive side, the percentage increase from 1999 was half the
average annual rate since 1990.
Jails and prisons held 30 percent of the adults in the corrections system,
or 1,933,503. People on probation accounted for 59 percent of the total, or
3,839,532. And 725,527 adults were on parole, a period of supervision after
release from prison.
Over the last two decades, the number of adults in the corrections system
has tripled, so that number is now 3.1 percent of the country's adult
population, compared with 1 percent in 1980, said Allen J. Beck, a chief
researcher with the Justice Department's Bureau of Justice Statistics.
"It's just overwhelming," said Kara Gotsch, a spokeswoman for the American
Civil Liberties Union's National Prison Project, which advocates
alternatives to incarceration. "It just shows that we need to put much more
into prevention."
During the 1990s, the corrections population increased 49 percent. By the
end of last year, there were 2.1 million more adults in the system than
there were in 1990.
The rate of growth was 2 percent between 1999 and 2000, compared with an
average of 4 percent during the 1990s. Beck attributed the slowing growth
to the cumulative effect of a general drop in crime rates that began in the
1990s.
"This could be the beginning of a peak," said James Alan Fox, a criminal
justice professor at Northeastern University in Boston.
Nearly 2.5 million people were released from parole or probation in
2000.  Among parolees, half successfully completed the terms of their
release in 1990. By 2000, just 43 percent completed parole and stayed out
through the end of the year.
Among those released from community supervision in 2000, 15 percent of
probationers and 42 percent of parolees were sent back to prison or jail
that year for new violations. Fox said that figure underestimated the large
number who would probably be convicted again.
Beck said that the number of Americans who had returned to prison had
remained stable over time.
To Gotsch, that shows the shortsightedness of corrections policies that
focus more on punishment and less on rehabilitation.
"It's no wonder that they're re-offending at incredibly high rates because
we don't teach them anything else," she said.
The report also showed:
Among those on probation, 52 percent were convicted of felonies, the most
frequent of which was driving under the influence, followed by drug offenses.
The percentage of women in the prison population, as well as their
percentages among probationers and parolees, rose.
The states with the largest percentage of their adult population in the
corrections system were Georgia, 6.8 percent, and Texas, 5 percent. At the
other end were West Virginia, New Hampshire and North Dakota, each with 0.9
percent.

 

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Going Backwards Federal Government Saves Private Prisons As State Convict Population Levels Off 

by Joseph T. Hallinan

CALIFORNIA CITY, Calif. -- Like pioneers from an earlier time, Corrections Corp. of America nearly met its demise here in the Mojave Desert. The private-prison operator spent $106 million in 1998 to build a giant prison in the sand, confident it would land a contract to house California prisoners. What CCA officials didn't anticipate, however, was a sudden stall in the growth of California's prison population and fierce opposition from unionized state prison guards worried about their jobs. The prison remained empty and helped push CCA, then struggling with management problems and mounting debt, to the brink of financial disaster.

The company's desperation should have presented an opportunity to Uncle Sam. While state prison populations appeared to be leveling off, the head counts in federal prisons were growing more rapidly than ever, fueled by tougher drug and immigration laws. The U.S. Bureau of Prisons needed more beds, and the empty prison here offered immediately available capacity. Presumably, the bureau could negotiate a fire-sale price.

Bonanza for CCA

As it turned out, the contract signed last year was a bonanza for CCA. The Bureau of Prisons agreed to pay above-market prices and, on top of that, big cash bonuses if the company achieved vaguely defined performance targets.

Most important, the Bureau of Prisons guaranteed CCA a 95% occupancy rate -- an arrangement almost never included in state private-prison contracts, which typically base payment on the number of beds actually filled. Here in California City, the federal government agreed to pay for 95% of the beds, whether it needs them or not. For now, the prison is full, but the guarantee provides important insurance if demand flags again.

The government didn't stop with CCA, which sparked the creation of the private-prison market nearly 20 years ago and now commands 52% of it. Of the five private prisons now operating under contract with the Bureau of Prisons, three belong to CCA and two to Wackenhut Corrections Corp., the industry's No. 2 player, which has had its own financial problems. All of the contracts are generous by conventional industry standards, as they include occupancy guarantees and long-term renewal options.

What's more, the Bureau of Prisons is expected in coming months to announce additional similarly structured private-prison deals, involving a total of 6,000 beds and more than $1 billion in potential revenue over time. The bureau's offer of occupancy guarantees is "the reason why we're so excited about the federal side," Steven Logan, chairman and chief executive of Cornell Cos., the No. 3 publicly traded prison company, told Wall Street analysts in June. Federal officials, he added, "cut you that check every month," whether or not the cells are full.

For more than three years, the private-prison business has been floundering. A decade-long prison-building boom among states has slowed markedly, while bad publicity about escapes and violence at certain for-profit lockups has raised questions about the companies' competence.

Now, even as the national economy slogs through a recession and a disaster-era federal budget tightens, Washington is effectively throwing the industry a life preserver.

The Bureau of Prisons says its purpose isn't to rescue CCA and the other companies. Bureau officials at first resisted the push for privatization during the mid-1990s by the Clinton administration and Congress. And bureau officials still disagree with the industry contention that outsourcing prisons saves taxpayers money.

In fact, the federal prison agency's ambivalence over privatization helps explain why it has been so generous to the prison companies. Forced by higher political authorities to do business with the industry, a proud and reluctant U.S. prison bureaucracy has embraced the idea that to replicate its own high standards, it has to pay the private sector a premium.

Expensive Experiment

If privatization at the federal level turns out to be an expensive experiment, the chances that Congress or the White House would push for broad-scale outsourcing of federal prisons would diminish. The public system would survive largely intact, and public employees would keep their jobs.

Bureau officials say privatization gives them more flexibility to deal with surges in particular inmate populations, such as illegal immigrants. "We don't sit around and strategize how we can make the contractors look bad or look more expensive," Michael Janus, the bureau's outsourcing chief, says.

Asked to explain the above-market contracts and bonuses, he responds that "price is way down on the list" of factors important to his agency. The federal government, he adds, wants the best prisons, not necessarily the cheapest.

It doesn't hurt relations between the companies and the federal government that CCA and Wackenhut have hired numerous former Bureau of Prisons officials, including those who now serve as wardens of all five of the federal prisons that have been privatized so far. A Bureau of Prisons spokesman says the hiring of former officials has no bearing on contracting decisions.

For their part, CCA officials say that at California City they are providing an almost-new facility and top-notch services that merit premium pay. Even with the recent addition of five private prisons to the federal government's 100 publicly owned and operated facilities, the federally run lockups still have more inmates overall than their stated capacity. "We think [the Bureau of Prisons] could probably use us more," says CCA's chief executive, John Ferguson.

Since CCA opened its pioneering private prison in Tennessee in 1984, government use of such facilities has been controversial. Critics argue that only officials accountable to the public should be trusted with the welfare of inmates.

But prisons cost a fortune -- $50 million and up, as a rule of thumb -- and private industry long had argued that it could house and manage prisoners less expensively than government. By 1997, CCA, based in Nashville, Tenn., had 47 prisons, healthy profits and a soaring stock price.

Encouraged by a national trend toward locking up more drug felons for longer periods of time, CCA built prisons based on speculation that states would rent space in them. In 1998, it acted "on spec" when it put up the one here in California City.

But then trouble struck. After California's prison population jumped by 22% from 1993 to 1996, the growth rate began to slow -- to 3.9% in 1998 and then to only 0.7% in 1999. That made the state a less-eager potential customer. Resistance from the politically potent prison-guard union, which feared privatization of public-sector jobs, ended any hope that state inmates would fill the California City facility.

And CCA was having difficulties elsewhere. A rash of inmate escapes and guard-brutality cases led to harsh media attention and contributed to jitters on Wall Street about prison companies' stock. In one of the most-notorious examples, two inmates were killed by other inmates and six escaped from a medium-security CCA prison in Ohio during separate incidents in 1998.

Privatization opponents pointed to such events as evidence that the industry was incompetent or negligent. CCA and its rivals countered that the incidents illustrated only isolated problems and that, on the whole, private prisons are on a par with public.

Meanwhile, CCA's financial management was faltering. Long-term debt taken on to finance its building boom climbed to $1.09 billion in 1999, from $127 million only two years earlier. The company began losing money -- $730 million in 2000. Its stock dropped to $4.50 a share in 1999, from nearly $45 in 1997. In 2000, it fell as low as 19 cents.

As states around the country began to ease the Draconian sentencing laws that helped the industry get established in the first place, the future looked bleak for CCA. The one ray of hope came from Washington.

Founded in 1930, the Bureau of Prisons remains in the shadow of its parent agency, the U.S. Justice Department. But the BOP, as it's known in Washington, prides itself on being the class operation in its field.

The BOP had resisted suggestions from the Clinton administration that the federal government privatize prisons. "The BOP was adamantly opposed to it," says a former career Justice Department official involved in internal discussions about privatization. "Although they would never say it," the official adds, "I think they were afraid of the camel's nose," meaning that even a small move toward privatization could lead to the eventual outsourcing of most federal prison work.

In a July 1999 "Message to All Bureau of Prisons Employees Regarding Privatization," the agency's director, Kathleen Hawk Sawyer, tried to reassure subordinates that they weren't going to lose their jobs to privatization. For one thing, she wrote, the prison companies hadn't "established an acceptable track record" for "the incarceration of medium- or high-security inmates."

Nevertheless Clinton administration officials intent on "reinventing" government did see privatization as a means of holding down the growth in the BOP's work force, which had nearly doubled during the 1980s, to 19,000 employees. In 1995, as part of his budget proposal to Congress for the next fiscal year, President Clinton said his administration planned to privatize the management and operations "of most future federal [prison] facilities under construction."

This proposal was enthusiastically received in Congress, where CCA, Wackenhut and Cornell were lobbying for broader privatization. From 1995 to 2000, the three companies made a total of more than $528,000 in federal campaign contributions -- much of it in "soft money" given to the political parties, according to the Center for Responsive Politics, a nonpartisan, nonprofit research group in Washington, D.C.

The Justice Department, acting on behalf of the BOP, continued to raise safety concerns about privatization, but the momentum was too strong. A Republican-controlled Senate appropriations subcommittee put language in a spending bill in 1996, directing the BOP to launch its first privately operated prison, in Taft, Calif. A spokesman for Sen. Judd Gregg of New Hampshire, the subcommittee chairman at the time, declines to comment.

The bureau had little choice but to comply. It hired Wackenhut for the job. Congress intervened again in 1997, ordering the BOP to take responsibility for certain inmates in Washington, D.C.'s corrections system.

The BOP didn't warm quickly to privatization. "We did not pursue this change in the Bureau's approach to private contracting," Dr. Sawyer, a BOP veteran who holds a doctorate in counseling and rehabilitation, wrote in her 1999 memorandum.

She noted that "private prison companies often seek business by promising to federal and state legislators that they can provide comparable services at a reduced cost." These industry claims "have not been proven," she stated. But "we cannot ignore them. Some legislators and other policymakers are convinced the cost savings are real."

The BOP opposed broad privatization but recognized that many in Congress viewed outsourcing as a thrifty strategy. Meanwhile, the federal-prison population was expanding rapidly.

By the end of the 1990s, declining rates of violent and property crime, combined with some easing of state sentencing laws, contributed to an apparent leveling off in state prison head counts. But the opposite was happening in the smaller federal system. Harsher federal drug-sentencing laws enacted in the 1980s kept tens of thousands of inmates in federal prisons for longer terms. And tough immigration legislation in 1996 led to sharp increases in the arrest and incarceration of so-called criminal aliens.

Last year, the federal inmate population expanded at a brisk 7.5% rate, to a total of 145,416. BOP officials say they had no choice but to go along with additional outsourcing to handle some of the growth.

But, Dr. Sawyer wrote in her 1999 memo, "we must be cost-competitive with the private-sector companies in order to argue against further congressional mandates for privatization." One way she has done that is cutting the BOP's own costs.

Another factor that has helped keep the BOP cost-competitive with the private sector is the relatively high cost of the bureau's private-prison contracts.

The BOP's approach to determining how much to pay prison contractors indicated a remarkable solicitousness toward the industry's financial concerns. The bureau's Mr. Janus says that the agency held two rounds of "interchange" meetings with industry representatives, the first in 1995 and the second about two years ago. The bureau organized the meetings, which were private and held with one company at a time, because it was "searching for ideas of mutual benefit to both the government and contracting community," he says.

Marvin H. Wiebe, senior vice president for government affairs with Cornell, says the meeting he attended in late 1998 or early 1999 at the BOP's Washington office, was "outstanding, phenomenal." He recalls that as many as 10 bureau officials listened as he outlined the contracting terms his company would like to see in federal-prison contracts. "We were asking for 100% occupancy" guaranteed, he says. "And they came back with what I thought was a very fair and creative plan, which is that they guaranteed 95% occupancy."

Louise Green, a spokeswoman for CCA, says employees currently with the company "didn't have any conversations" of this sort with the BOP, although ex-employees may have. Wackenhut employees attended meetings with bureau officials, says Margaret Pearson, a company spokeswoman. But the company declines to make those employees available or comment further.

BOP officials decline to discuss in detail why they went along with the industry's suggestion of occupancy guarantees, sometimes known as take-or-pay provisions. In a written statement responding to questions on the topic, the bureau says: "In formulating our approach, we solicited input from the corrections industry and other independent correctional experts. Based on our own data and feedback from the private-corrections industry, we determined that payment for 95% of designated capacity was appropriate."

Mr. Janus adds that paying for the exclusive use of an entire prison gives the federal government more leverage in determining how a facility is managed. That reasoning is roughly akin to that of a company that rents an entire hotel for a conference, instead of just the rooms its employees occupy -- an analogy that Mr. Janus accepts.

As an additional plum, the BOP promised companies substantial bonuses for "optimum performance" in three areas: overall work quality, responsiveness and management of "quality-control" programs.

The idea of awarding performance bonuses and agreeing to take-or-pay guarantees startles some state-prison officials, who otherwise generally express respect for their federal counterparts. Montana, for example, offers neither take-or-pay nor bonuses to CCA, which operates a 500-bed medium-security prison in the town of Shelby. "We expect them to do a good job," says Pat Smith, contracting chief for the Montana Department of Corrections. "If they don't, we fire them."

Asked whether any CCA customers, other than the federal government, provide bonus payments, company spokesman Steven M. Owen says, "I'm not aware of any that come to mind." None of Wackenhut's state contracts has bonus provisions, either, says Ms. Pearson.

Apart from financial considerations, the BOP didn't see the highly publicized incidents of violence or escapes at some private prisons as an obstacle to hiring the industry. The bureau's Mr. Janus says those kinds of events happen periodically in all prison systems, including the BOP.

Still, the bureau shares the view of many private-prison skeptics that the industry lacks sufficient competence to handle medium- and high-security inmates. That is why the BOP limited its private contracts to only the least-risky inmates, those classified as low- or minimum-security, Mr. Janus says. Most inmates in the bureau's growing population of criminal aliens fall into those categories.

In the fall of 1999, the BOP sought industry proposals for housing criminal-alien prisoners in the Southwest. CCA put in the winning proposal.

In June 2000, with CCA losing money and its California City facility sitting empty, the BOP awarded the company the biggest contract in private-prison history. Covering both California City and a second CCA facility in Cibola County, N.M., the deal promised the company a minimum of $68.7 million a year in revenue, the equivalent of 22% of CCA's total 2000 revenue. The deal, which spanned three years, with seven one-year options to renew, could be worth $760 million over the 10-year period. The day it was announced, CCA's stock rose 56%.

Almost all of the roughly 2,300 criminal aliens held at the California City prison have been convicted of one of three offenses: illegal entry into the country, illegal re-entry, or possession or trafficking of drugs. As low- and minimum-security inmates, they are less expensive to guard than more-dangerous prisoners, who require greater security.

Yet the BOP agreed to pay an annual average of $21,880 per inmate at California City, or slightly more than the $21,601 the agency spends, on average, throughout the entire federal system, including medium- and high-security inmates.

As a result of its occupancy guarantees, the BOP sometimes pays more than the $21,880 average. California City is fully occupied now. But as of Oct. 11, at its sister CCA prison in Cibola County, N.M., 877 of 961 beds under contract -- 91% -- were occupied. The cost of paying for the extra 4%, to fulfill its take-or-pay guarantee, has hiked the BOP's annualized per-prisoner cost at Cibola to $23,777 -- 10% higher than the average cost at BOP-run prisons overall.

The BOP has included the 95% guarantee in all five of its existing private prisons, three of which are operating below capacity. Future federal-prison contracts are also expected to include such guarantees.

The good news for CCA doesn't end there. In May, the company learned it would receive a $520,000 bonus for its successful operation of the prison at California City and a third facility it operates for the BOP, at Eloy, Ariz. For a company that had a loss of $5.3 million for the first quarter this year, that's a significant amount.

As set out in the written BOP contract, the objective of the bonus "is to afford the contractor an opportunity to earn [an] increased fee commensurate with the achievement of the optimum performance." Unofficially, says Mr. Janus, "it avoids the haggling that sometimes takes place in a contractual negotiation." Since privatization of federal prisons began in 1997, the BOP says it has paid a total of $2.3 million in bonuses to CCA and Wackenhut.

A look at what states pay private prisons makes CCA's federal contract look even richer. Here in California City, the company receives $57.48 per inmate a day at full occupancy. In Mississippi, by contrast, CCA gets just $28.29 a head a day. In Idaho, it gets $37.60; in Montana, $51.59.

"Do we pay a little bit more?" asks the BOP's Mr. Janus. "Probably. But I think we get a better service."

By service, Mr. Janus says, he means a range of things, from the recreational programs a prison offers inmates to how accommodating it is in meeting BOP requests. For instance, he says, the occupancy guarantees and bonuses ensure that when the BOP doubles to 80 from 40 the number of prisoners it delivers to California City during a particular week, CCA won't grumble. The government values another kind of flexibility, as well, he adds. Rather than financing construction of new prisons for criminal aliens, the BOP has committed itself to only three years of service at California City. After that, if illegal immigration eases or there is a move to legalize some of those who have entered the country unlawfully, the BOP can walk away from the private prison.

At the California City facility, 120 miles northeast of Los Angeles, Warden Percy Pitzer says that high on the list of services that warrant generous pay is inmate rehabilitation. In the hobby-craft room, for instance, inmates spend their days at plywood tables making elaborate jewelry boxes from toothpicks and Popsicle sticks. In an indication of how rarely violence is a problem here, the inmates are allowed to use razor-blade-equipped box cutters in their craft work.

Privatization of federal prisons will continue to expand, the BOP predicts. CCA's Mr. Ferguson says he very much looks forward to more federal contracts. "We treasure the Bureau," he says.

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THREE STRIKES AND YOU'RE OUT. HUMAN RIGHTS, US STYLE 

As Americans shrug off criticism of Camp X-Ray, thousands of their countrymen suffer cruel but all-too-usual punishment

 LONDON/UK GUARDIAN by Duncan Campbell in Los Angeles 

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The scene is a battered old green and white bungalow in the heart of South Central, Los Angeles, which serves as the local Quakers' meeting house. There are around 20 people here, heads bowed and holding hands as one of their number, Carmen Ewell, asks the Lord for his help in the mighty task facing them.

That task involves changing one of the most controversial statutes in the US, the three strikes law, so the people now serving prison sentences of 25 years to life for offences including stealing four cookies, and possession of $10 worth of drugs will be able to return to their lives.

In a week that has been dominated in Europe by debate about the way al-Qaida suspects are being treated in Guantanamo Bay, in the US itself the public mood is utterly unflustered by such human rights issues. For this is the country that has jailed a higher percentage of its citizens than any other in the world. And this is the country that has embraced the three strikes law.

The law was introduced after the horrific murder of a 12-year-old girl called Polly Klaas in 1993. Her abductor and murderer, Richard Allen Davis, was a three-time offender who was on parole. In the wake of the outrage over the crime, Californians voted for an initiative which called for three-time felons to be jailed for a minimum of 25 years. The initiative became law, and now more than 30 states in the US have adopted their own versions of it.

Under three strikes, violent criminals like Davis have been locked up for life. But it has also been used to sweep thousands of homeless people, drug addicts and petty offenders off the streets and into jail with sentences that bear little relationship to the crime. Critics of the law claim it has created a Siberia of forgotten prisoners, mainly black and Latino, who are the victims of cruel and unusual punishment.

Gregory Taylor, for instance, was a homeless man who used to hang around outside St Joseph's church in Los Angeles and would often ask the priest for food. The priest was usually able to find him something over the nine or so years he knew him. Shortly after 4am one morning in 1997, Taylor decided he could not wait for the friendly priest and pried open the church's kitchen door. security guard spotted him and the police were called. He is now serving 25 years to life because the break-in was his third felony. When he appealed unsuccessfully against his sentence last year, one of the dissenting judges said the case was "like something from Les Misérables".

Taylor's case is far from isolated. At this meeting of the South Central chapter of Families to Amend California's Three Strikes (Facts) there are mothers and fathers and girlfriends and wives of other prisoners who face dying in prison for offences which in other parts of the world might not even merit a fine. "This is an insane law," says Geri Silva, who is chairing the meeting. "It's like cutting off a hand for stealing a slice of bread."

"The United States is a very unforgiving country at the moment," says Gail Blackwell, who works at the Facts office in South Central. Her friend, Joey Buckhalter, was jailed for 75 years to life for stealing a wallet with $24 in it. "People are more interested in punishment and revenge than in rehabilitation. People don't even care about the 2m people in jail in their country in terrible conditions."

Fred Zullo, another Facts supporter, is the father of 24-year-old Philip Zullo, now facing 75 years to life for making threatening phone calls. He is mentally ill, suffering from a bipolar and obsessive compulsive disorder. Mr Zullo says his son's offence arose out of a desire to commit "suicide-by-cop", a not-uncommon scenario in which disturbed people threaten the police, often with dummy weapons, in the hope they will be shot.

Philip Zullo telephoned an ex-girlfriend and her family, another girlfriend and her mother and threatened them with horrific violence. He then told the police he was wearing a bulletproof vest and had an AK-47 and said they would have to shoot him in the head to kill him. He has never owned a gun. But because he made three threats, a maximum 25-year sentence for each offence is multiplied three times.

"He is mentally ill," Fred Zullo says. "Never in his life has he harmed anyone. He didn't even remember the calls. He just said, 'Dad, I screwed up again.'"

The prosecution has indicated that it will seek the maximum sentence. The local district attorney has a reputation as a hardliner; his ranch is called Hang 'em High. He has already turned down a plea not to pursue the three strikes option. Of the law, Fred Zullo says wryly: "I was in favour of it, unfortunately. A lot of people didn't realise what it meant."

He has met Joe Klaas, the grandfather of the murdered Polly who now says the family's intention was never that the law should be used to incarcerate inadequates, minor non-violent offenders or the mentally ill. Indeed Mr Klaas even signed a personal ad that ran in the New York Times in which he said: "My family regrets that the law cast in her name has cast too wide a net."

He pointed out that 50% of three-strikers are non-violent performers: "Does three strikes offer enough benefits to justify its huge fiscal and societal impact? It's too late to bring Polly back but it's not too late to make California a wiser, safer state."

Ricky Fontenot is serving 27 years to life for being in a car with a friend in which a gun was found. His last previous serious felony was in 1979 when he was 18. He had since become involved in community action, had a full-time job and was married with three children. The prosecution offered him a deal whereby he would serve only four years but he insisted he was innocent and was thus hit with the maximum.

"We have dedicated our lives to trying to get him out," says his stepfather, Roland McFarland, after the South Central meeting. "It's expensive - you've got to come up with that almighty dollar. There are some vicious crimes that should be addressed and I would support a three strikes law for that but not for people who have never even threatened anyone."

These are just a tiny sample of the cases. Probably the most famous is still that of Jerry Dewayne Williams, who at the age of 27 was sentenced to 25 years to life for stealing a slice of pepperoni pizza. He was eventually freed on appeal after six years. Kevin Weber stole four cookies from a Santa Ana restaurant in 1995 and was jailed for 25 years. Duane Silva, a 23-year-old with manic depression and an IQ of 70, received 30 years to life sentence for stealing a video recorder and a coin collection from his neighbours. His previous convictions were for setting fire to rubbish bins and to the glove compartment of a car. Then there is Doug Rosh, doing 25 years for possession of $10 worth of cocaine. Mary Thompson, doing 25 years for petty theft. Joyce Demeyers, doing 25 years for $20 worth of cocaine. Constantine Aguilar, doing 25 years for receiving stolen property. Chano Orozco, doing 25 years to life for possession of about $10 worth of heroin. Frederick Morgan, doing 25 years to life for simple possession of drugs and petty theft.

A total of 6,700 people are now serving 25 years to life under the law and Facts says more than 3,350 of them are non-violent offenders, with 350 serving 25 years for petty theft. Of those serving third strike sentences, 44% are black and 26% Latino.

One of the main arguments for the three strikes law is that it has cut crime in California. Certainly crime has dropped in the period during which it has been in place but it has fallen yet further in states with no three strikes law. The San Francisco area, where prosecutors rarely use the law for non-violent offenders, has also seen a sharp drop. New York state, with no three strikes law, and California showed the same crime reduction of 41% between 1993 and 1999, according to the Sentencing Project in Washington.

Those campaigning to change the law are now pinning their hopes on Jackie Goldberg, a Democratic state assemblywoman who is introducing a bill to limit the heaviest application of the law to criminals convicted of violent or serious crimes. The day she announced her bill, a survey carried out jointly by Facts and Citizens Against Violent Crime showed that 65% of Californians believe that the law should be used only against violent felons.

But this is election year in California. Governor Gray Davis, already accused of seriously mishandling the state's power crisis, is in no mood for reform as he runs for re-election. Bill Jones, a Republican eyeing his job, said this week that changing the law would give criminals a "get out of jail free card".

The Los Angeles district attorney, Steve Cooley, agrees that the law has been wrongly applied in the past, but says there is little chance of retrospective action to free those jailed for minor non-violent offences because few politicians want to be accused of being soft on crime.

There is also a powerful prison-industrial complex which has a very clear financial incentive in maintaining the three strikes law. California spends $5.7bn a year on its prisons and there would be fierce lobbying against any reduction in the budget. The prison officers' union is a powerful political player and fights any reform that might put members out of work. It has donated $2m to Governor Davis's campaign.

Back at the South Central meeting, Carmen Ewell, whose husband is in jail for passing a dud cheque, calls on the Lord for his help in persuading the law-makers that the three strikes law is indeed cruel if it is no longer unusual. But, for the time being at least, it would seem that Les Misérables is assured of a long run in California.

 

 

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