by Ian | Jun 14, 2012 |
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May 26 2012
Day 20
Subject: Jailhouse Heroes
Scott works as a chef in the kitchen at Cheshire County House of Corrections. He is the most underpaid employee in the entire building (except for his inmate assistants who receive no pay). I haven’t been called to work in the kitchen more than maybe a handful of times, but when I have, Scott has been there at 5:30am to greet my inmate cohorts with fresh coffee and something to nosh on: egg and cheese omelets, fresh blueberry muffins, etc.
The best gift he brings is invisible: his good-humored, positive attitude. (more…)
by Ian | Jun 14, 2012 |
May 25, 2012
Subject: Bizarre Jail Experiences (Part 1)
Just now, at about 11:30pm, as I am in my cell, writing letters, a voice comes through the speaker in my room:
“Hello.”
I’m startled. “Hello?,” I respond.
“Shut your door, please,” the disembodied voice commands me (more…)
by Ian | Jun 14, 2012 |
These posts have been ready to roll out for a while, but unfortunately they have not been posted due to a volunteer’s unfortunate sickness. I had hoped to see them published in the order he wrote them. (There is a swath of several pages that appear between this Day 16 post and the last page posted in the original megapost here, which ended on Day 9) Since Dale posted some of the most recent, I’ll just go ahead and release all of these. Thanks to Garret Ean for the transcription:
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May 22 2012
Day 16
Subject: The Day I Got A Radio
Anyone who has lived with me can tell you that I am always listening to music. It fills my bedroom, it follow me into the kitchen for a snack, it relaxes with me on the front porch. You know I’m about to enter a room as you hear the music (usually techno or oldies) volume swell. (more…)
by Dale Everett | Jun 13, 2012 |
June 10, 2012
by Derrick J.
I’m sitting in my jail cell writing a letter in response to Keene liberty activist Darryl W. Perry of the Free Patriot Press, when a knock comes at my door. It’s Tom LaCount, a tall, handsomely-built man who some of the inmates call “Dracula” for his slicked-back dark hair and resemblance to a vampire.
“A white pickup truck and a Subaru just pulled up,” he informs me with a nod of his head toward his cell and a smirk. Tom is one of the lucky inmates in this cell block to have a window with a view. The rest of us have windows that face a red brick wall. (more…)
by Dale Everett | Jun 13, 2012 |
June 9, 2012
5 days after submitting a request for a room change, Jesse steals a black pen from me.
by Derrick J.
“Well do you need it?”
That is the question of a socialist–a thief! Someone who does not respect property rights, has no notion of earned wealth or labor. He lives dependent on a structure where others provide for his needs. At the cost of 50 cents, I have seen into the workings of a physically strong but morally weak man. (more…)
by Dale Everett | Jun 13, 2012 |
June 8, 2012
O.C. spray was used this morning. Down stairs I hear coughing. I was awoken by a scream.
by Derrick J.
Today was very different from what I expected. I was awoken by the sound of screaming. I went back to sleep only to be awoken half an hour later by jailer Embry at 5:30 am.
“Mr. Horton, you’re going to be in the kitchen today. When you come out here, your nose might burn a little bit. O.C. spray was just used about a half hour ago.” (more…)
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