Crane-Station

Crane-Station
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Kentucky, USA
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July 28
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I divide my time between recycle and writing. Currently writing Frog Gravy, a nonfiction jail and prison account in Kentucky. My web site is: froggravy.wordpress.com CraneStation on Twitter

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DECEMBER 18, 2011 12:32PM

Fried Bologna: Frog Gravy 66

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[cross-posted at froggravy.wordpress.com] 
 
Splitting the bill:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IFYRyqO5g8

Frog Gravy is a nonfiction incarceration account in Kentucky.

Inmate names are changed.

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McCracken County Jail in Paducah, KY by Crane-Station on flickr.

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The new annex to McCracken County Jail in Paducah, KY by Crane-Station on flickr. The jails and the courthouse dominate the downtown Paducah landscape. Although Paducah has an excellent public library, I rarely visit the downtown area. Underneath the white paper on this jail is a lot of steel rebar. The new jail will add to, and not replace, the old. Class D nonviolent offenders will likely inhabit one of the structures for the duration of their sentence.

Today's McCracken County Jail census: 466 inmates.
Paducah's 2010 census population: 25024

Kentucky's Class D census today: 9249
(from advanced search, KOOL)


Kentucky's total inmate census today: 22249 

Kentucky 2010 census population: 4339367

As you can see, nearly half of Kentucky's inmate population is nonviolent Class D. The vast majority of these people will be warehoused in cement, in the jails, and then they will be released directly to the community. Lengthy sentences for Class Ds increase the jail profit margins. Lack of programs increases the chances of recidivism.  

Recidivism is the return to an adult facility within 24 months of release. From my anecdotal observation, recidivism is more common than not. 

KCIW PeWee Valley Women's Penitentiary, near Louisville, KY, Late Fall into Early Winter, 2008-2009

I rake leaves fallen from beautiful oak and maple trees. Lady bugs often land on me. A caterpillar the size and weight of a mouse is sunning himself on top of a picnic table. He is green, with red-orange hairs and dots, and he will turn into a moth that appears to have eyes on his wings.

We have a couple of feral calico kittens on the yard that we are forbidden to feed, under constant threat of a disciplinary write-up. This morning at breakfast I sneaked some contraband fried bologna out of the cafeteria. The guard in front of me had her back turned and was harassing another inmate about feeding the cats, so I sneaked to the corner of the chapel with my meals-on-wheels bologna, only to discover about a 2-inch pile of already-delivered bologna. The cats are not starving.

I also keep my precious birds well fed. Each day, in the dining hall, I sneak food into my pockets. Bread. Cornbread. Hotdogs. Cake. I am the Bird Lady. Others hand me things; overflow goes into my hat. Pancakes, sausages, chips. If I get caught,they will likely put me in the hole, and if they do I will get 20 stamps, pack my shit and rest my neck on concrete for 45 days. Nothing scares me though. Not after the cement living grave of the jails.  

For the most part, due to the birds, prison is okay. But I wonder about some of the practices, especially when it comes to nonviolent pregnant people. 

One pregnant inmate  in the 'medical' unit began screaming when she started to experience either chest pains or labor pains. She screamed in pain for something like an hour. So, there was all this screaming.
Guards called an ambulance. They made the woman undress and put on the requisite orange jail clothes, and then they handcuffed and shackled her like they did me for my Hannibal mammogram

Meanwhile, the ambulance had to go through a search procedure where the guards check the engine and all underneath the vehicle, in case one of the drivers was using this call as an opportunity to do a little drug smuggling.

This is what the war on drugs looks like.

By the time the woman was properly dressed in the right colors and handcuffed and then on top of that, 'boxed' (where a locked box is placed over the handcuffs) and then shackled in leg irons and chains, and the ambulance had been thoroughly searched and all of the paperwork was neatly and completely filled out, the woman had stopped screaming.

She was dead. So was the baby. CPR was unproductive.

My crows do not need me, but I need them. I chase their unrequited love as one would chase a college boyfriend who does not love you, never did, and never will. They visit me occasionally for the meat snacks. In my mind, I make their visits meaningful to them. But, for the most part, it is starlings and sparrows that I feed. They are the college boyfriends who have always loved you and always will. They are the ones that people say you should stick with, in lieu of the philandering bad boys. I stick with them all because I need them all; I tried discussing some feelings with the psychologist and he said, "no one cares," and so I stick with my birds.

I push my 80-year-old friend Olivia, who I had Thanksgiving dinner with here, around the ball field in her wheelchair. Her leg is in a brace, and will be during her entire stay in the prison, because she broke her leg and injured her knee when she was boarding a van, shackled. Olivia and I enjoy the birds together. I can even get her to smile.

Olivia is here for 'conspiracy to sell a controlled substance.'
 

On the outside, had the pregnant woman neglected to seek immediate attention for her medical emergency and her baby had died as a result, she would spend the rest of her life in prison for homicide.

But she was an inmate. So, no one cares.

"Hey, Olivia, look," I say. I point to a cardinal couple.

"Oh, my, aren't they pretty," she replies.

This is what the war on drugs looks like.
 
 
 







 

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rated because this IS what the war on drugs looks like and more people need to SEE it!
Keep SHOWING it to us crane-station.
I know someone who is currently accumulating stories from a maximum security in CA. He's got to make it out alive B4 we start publishing...
I will include the California supermax inmate in my thoughts, Just Another AJ.

If we work together, we can do this thing.
Thank you so much for the rating, Just Another AJ!