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\"Orange Is the New Black\": The real story of my year in a women\'s prison
by：Yufengling
2019-09-08
The next morning, I reported the day with eight other new arrivals --
A long orientation meeting was held in the smallest TV room.
One of them is my roommate, a zaftig girl with multiple girls Plus, who is a strange combination of grumpy and helpful people.
She has a small tattoo on her arm of a dancing Mephistopheles figure with the letter JC on it.
I tentatively asked her if they represented Jesus Christ.
She looked at me as if I was completely crazy and turned her eyes over.
\"That\'s the initials of my boyfriend.
\"Sitting on the left side of my wall is a young black woman who I like for no reason.
Her rough corn line and aggressive chin can\'t cover up the fact that she is very young and beautiful.
I chatted and asked her name, where she came from, how much time she needed to do, and a small number of questions I thought could be asked.
Her name is Janet. she is from Brooklyn and has 60 months.
She seemed to find it strange for me to talk to her.
On the other hand, a little white woman on the other side of the room chattered.
I have about ten years, and a friendly one.
She has a witch side, red hair, a hook nose, and creases on her skin that look like she lives in the mountains or by the sea.
She returned to prison for violating probation regulations.
\"I spent two years in West Virginia.
It\'s like a big campus. The food is delicious.
This is a dump.
She said it was all pleasant and I was shocked that anyone who came back to prison could be so important --of-Facts and optimism.
Another white woman from the group also rejoined due to the violation and she was in pain, which made more sense to me.
The other members of the group were a group of black women and Latino women who leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling or the floor.
We were all dressed in the same clothes and wearing broken canvas slippers.
We suffered from five people.
One hour speech from all major departments of Danbury FCI
Finance, telephone, entertainment, grocery, safety, education, psychiatry-
A range of professional attention, somehow, adds to the surprisingly low standard of living for prisoners.
There are two categories of speakers: apology or condescending.
The types of apologies include prison psychiatrists.
Kirk, he\'s almost as big and handsome as me.
He\'s probably one of my friend\'s husbands. Dr.
Kirk was embarrassed to tell us that he stayed at the camp for a few hours every Thursday and \"could not really provide\" any mental health services unless \"in an emergency.
\"He is the only provider of psychiatric care for 14 hundred women in the Danbury complex, and his main function is to distribute psychiatric drugs.
If you want to make a dose
Kirk is the one you\'re looking.
It is Mr.
Scott, a proud young correctional officer, insisted on asking a question --and-
Answer the game with us about the most basic rules of interpersonal behavior and repeatedly warn us not to be \"gay\" during our stay \".
\"But the worst was the woman in the health services department, who was very unpleasant and surprised me.
She firmly told us that it is better for us not to waste their time, that they will decide whether we are sick or not, and what is needed in medicine, that we should not expect any existing conditions to be resolved, unless it\'s life. threatening.
I thank you silently because I am in good health.
If we get sick, we\'re done.
After the health service representative left the room, the red-
The violator on the head. “Jesus F.
Christ, peeing on her Cheerios \"next, a big bluff from the facility with huge bushy eyebrows walked into the room. “Hello, ladies! ” he boomed. “My name is Mr. Richards.
I just wanted to tell you that I\'m sorry you\'re here.
I don\'t know what brought you here, but I hope things are different no matter what happens.
I know it may not be a comfort for you, but I am serious.
I know you have family and kids and you should be with them.
I hope you have a short time here.
The stranger showed us extraordinary sensitivity hours after being treated as an ungrateful and deceptive child.
We were all a little excited. “Kerman!
Another prisoner with a clipboard put his head into the room. “Uniforms!
\"I was lucky to be in jail on Wednesday.
Unified issues have been completed on Thursday, so if you are yourself
Surrender on Monday and you may stink in a few days depending on whether you sweat when you\'re nervous.
I came along the clipboard along the hall to a small room where I distributed the uniforms, the leftovers left when a man\'s facility.
Gave me four pairs of elastic bands.
Waist card pants khaki Polyblend button-
Down jacket, with the name of the clothes they used to wear on the front pocket;
Mariannada Maldonado, Vicky Fraser, Mary Sanders, Carol Ryan, and Angel Chevasco.
Also: a set of white thermal underwear;
Very itchy boiled
Wool hats, scarves and gloves; five white T-shirts;
4 pairs of socks;
Three white sports bras
Ten pairs of grandma\'s underwear (
I soon found out that after washing it a few times it will lose its elasticity);
A huge pajamas made me laugh.
Everyone calls it muu-muu.
Finally, the guard who silently handed me the clothes asked: What is the size of the \"nine yards and a half\" shoe.
He pushed me a shoe box in red and black with a pair of my own thick black steel --toed shoes.
I haven\'t been so happy to wear a pair of peep shoes since I found them --
Toed Manolo Blahniks is in the $50 sample sale.
These beauties are strong and powerful.
I fell in love with them right away.
I handed back the canvas slippers with a big smile on my face.
Now I\'m
A real, hard scam.
I feel much better.
I walked back in my Steeltoes.
My companions were still there, and their eyes returned to their heads from the endless monotony.
Good people in the facility have been replaced by Toricella, a consultant working with Butorsky, allowing me to call Larry the night before.
I began to think he was \"mumbling\".
His look of walruslike rarely changed;
I never heard him raise his voice, but it was difficult to read his mood except for a slight deterioration.
He told us that the Kuma Deboo prison chief would show us good in the presence of her.
All of a sudden, I was interested in: I knew nothing about the warden, the big boss, who was a woman, and an unusual name.
I didn\'t hear anything from her in my twenties.
I spent four hours in jail.
Will she be like Wendy O?
Neither Williams nor the nurse.
The warden Debb entered the room and sat down for us.
She\'s only ten years older than me, tops. she\'s healthy.
Good skin-
Probably from the Middle East.
She was wearing a shabby suit and ugly costume jewelry.
She talked to us in an informal, false way.
The warm fashion moments remind me of someone from a campaign office.
\"Ladies, I am the warden of Kuma Deboo, and I welcome you here to Danbury, and I know this is not an ideal scenario for any of you.
I am responsible for your health while you are herebeing.
I\'m responsible for your safety.
I am responsible for your success in completing your sentence.
So, ladies, the money is parked here.
She went on like this for a while, and some mentioned personal responsibility (ours)
Then she started having sex.
\"If anyone from this agency puts pressure on you, and if someone threatens you or hurts you, I want you to come to me directly.
I come to camp every Thursday for lunch, so you can come up and talk to me about anything that happened to you. We have a zero-
Danbury\'s policy of tolerance for sexual misconduct.
She is talking about prison guards instead of robbing lesbians.
Clearly, sex and power are indispensable behind the prison walls.
Several of my friends have expressed their concern that in prison the guards are more dangerous than prisoners.
I looked at my fellow prisoners in the room.
Some people look scared.
Most people look cold.
The warden Debb finished her task and left us.
Another prisoner tentatively offered: \"She looks good.
\"The painful violator who was previously locked in Danbury snorted,\" Miss Zoellick.
Don\'t expect to see her again, except for 15 minutes in line every Thursday.
She said very well, but she had better not be here.
She\'s not running this place. That zero-
Remember this, ladies. . .
What you want to say to them.
* Newcomers to the federal prison were trapped in purgatory in the first month or so, when they were \"a & OS --
Admission and orientation status.
You can\'t do anything when you\'re A & O --
Can\'t have a job, can\'t go to GED class, can\'t go to chow until everyone else has gone, can\'t say a word at weird times in the evening.
The official statement is that before your prison life really starts, your medical tests and permits must come back from any mysterious place they have been.
Nothing happens in prison that involves paperwork (
Except for individual locks)
A prisoner was unable to resolve the problem quickly with the prison staff. Of anything.
The number of official and unofficial rules, schedules and ceremonies is dazzling.
Learn them quickly, or suffer consequences such as: being considered an idiot, being called an idiot, standing on the bad side of another prisoner, on the bad side of the guard, on the bad side of your advisor, forced to clean the bathroom, line up for dinner when everything is edible and get a \"lens \"(
Or incident report)
Put your record in and get it to the special room unit or Shu (
Aka lonely, hole, or SEG).
However, the most common answer to any other question, other than the official rules, is \"dear, don\'t you know that you haven\'t asked a question in prison ? \"
Unofficial Rules
You learn by observing, inferring, or very carefully questioning the people you wish you could trust.
A & O of February
Leap year, not less-
It\'s a strange combination of chaos and monotony.
I wandered around the camp building, not only trapped there by the FBI, but also by the weather.
No jobs, no money, no property, no phone privileges, I have few people.
Thank God for the gift of books, papers and stamps to other prisoners.
I can\'t wait for the weekend and I can\'t wait to see Larry and my mother.
It\'s snowing on Friday. A worried-
Watching Annette twist my feet to wake me up.
\"Piper, they \'ve been calling A & OS for snow duty! Get up!
I sat up in confusion.
It\'s still dark.
Where is my \"Kerman? KERMAN!
KERMAN, report to co\'s office! PA made a sound. Annette is a bug. eyed.
\"You must go now! Get dressed!
\"I fell into my new steel --
Wearing toenails, showing yourself in the office of the correctional officer, completely messy, with no brush on the teeth.
A blonde woman was on duty.
She looks like she ate a new fish like me for breakfast after triathlon training.
I nodded.
\"I made half A call to A & OS. hour ago.
Snow mission.
\"I\'m asleep. where are you ? \"
\"After the spring rain, she looked at me as if I was a worm twisting on the sidewalk.
\"Oh, yes, put on your coat and shovel.
\"How about breakfast? I put on my thermal underwear and the ugly stadium coat, the zipper broke down and went out in the cold wind to meet my companions and clean the sidewalk.
Now that the sun has risen, half of it is overcast. light.
There is not enough shovel for everyone to use, the shovel I use is broken, but no one can go back inside until the work is done.
We have more salt.
Coherent scattering ratio shovelers.
One of the & OS is A little Dominican lady in her 70 s who barely speaks English.
We gave her our scarf, wrapped her up and put her at the door.
She was too scared to go in, even though it was crazy that she was cold outside with us.
Another woman told me in the wind that the old lady had a four-year-old
Sentenced to one year in prison for \"wired charging\" to receive phone messages for her drugs
Male relatives
I want to know you. S.
The lawyer enjoyed that particular gap on his or her belt.
I\'m afraid the weather will stop Larry from driving from New York but I don\'t know so before the visit time starts at 3 in the eveningm.
I try to cheer up.
Just after taking a shower and wearing what I thought was the least flattering uniform, I stood under the fluorescent lamp in the dilapidated bathroom and looked at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror.
I don\'t look decorated. I don\'t look feminine in my opinion.
No jewelry, no makeup, no decoration at all.
My khaki cloth shirt has someone else\'s name on the chest pocket.
What did Larry think when he saw me? I went outside the large lounge to wait for a visit.
Red lights were installed on the wall of the room.
A prisoner saw her people walking up the hill and into the camp building, or if she heard her name called on the PA system, she would flip a light switch next to the double door opening in the room, the other side of the door will also light up a red light to remind the visiting room CO that the prisoners are in place waiting to see their visitors.
When CO feels like it, they stand up, walk to the door, pat the prisoner and let her in the visiting room.
About an hour later, on the stair platform next to the visit to the room, I began to wander around the hall, feeling bored and nervous.
When I hear my name on the PA system --
\"Kelman, visit! ”—
I walked along the track.
A female guard with curly hair and bright blue eyeshadow was waiting for me while landing.
I opened my arms and legs, and she left her fingertips under my limbs, under my collar, under my custom sports bra, and around my belt.
\"Kerman was waiting for you in there when he first came.
Look at the Contact!
She opened the door of the visiting room.
Large rooms are equipped with card tables and folding chairs for a visit.
When I arrived they were already half-seated and Larry was sitting next to one of them, looking anxious and looking forward to it.
He jumped up when he saw me.
I walked up to him as quickly as I could and put my arms around him.
He looks very happy. I appreciate it.
I feel like myself again.
Hug and kiss your visitors (no tongue! )
Allowed at the beginning and end of the visit.
Some guards are allowed to hold hands; some would not.
If a guard doesn\'t have a good day, a week or a lifetime, we all feel this on that dim felt --
Visiting the floor of the room.
There were always two inmates who also worked in the visiting room to assist CO, who were stuck chatting with the guards for hours.
Larry and I sat at the table and he just stared at me with a smile.
I suddenly felt shy and wondered if he saw my difference.
Then we started talking, trying to cover the impossible at the same time.
I told him what happened after he left the prison Hall and he told me what it was like that he had to leave.
He said that he talked to my parents, they are all holding on, my mother is coming to see me tomorrow.
He listed all the people who called to try to get an idea of my situation, as well as the people who sent out requests that were approved as visitors.
I explained to him that there was a 20-year-old. five-
The number of people on my visitor list is limited.
Our friend Tim built a website. thepipebomb.
And Larry posted all the relevant information (
Including answers to frequently asked questions)there.
We talked for hours.
The visit time is 3 to 8 in the afternoon. m. on Fridays)
So far, Larry has been curious about every detail of the prison.
On the card table, I can relax the nervous vigilance that has controlled my every move for the past three days and almost forget where I am, even though I share every discovery that my new life offers.
I feel so loved sitting there with him and have more confidence that I will leave this terrible place one day.
I promised Larry countless times that I was fine.
I asked him to look around.
Does the other inmates look so bad? He thinks they don\'t. At seven forty-
It\'s time for Larry and the other tourists to leave.
My whole heart is clut.
I had to leave a bubble of love on our card table.
I can\'t see him in a week.
\"Have you received my letter? \" he asked ? \".
\"No, not yet, no mail.
Everything here is in jail time. . . slow motion.
\"It\'s hard to leave, not just for us.
A toddler didn\'t want to leave her mother and cried when her father tried to get her to put on her snowsuit.
When tourists and prisoners try to say goodbye, they move from 1 feet to another.
We are all allowed to hug at last and then watch our loved ones disappear late at night.
More experienced prisoners have untied their shoes and are ready to search the strip.
This ceremony, which I will repeat hundreds of times next year, has never changed.
Take off shoes and socks, shirts, pants, T-shirt.
Pull up your custom sports bra and show off your chest.
Reveal the soles of your feet.
Then the back to the female prison guard, pull the underwear down, squat, reveal yourself.
Finally, a forced cough, in theory, causes any hidden contraband to rattle on the floor.
I always find communication between people who have no choice but to strip off their gym clothes for women and orders to become active and pragmatic guards, but some women find that strip search is such a shame to avoid this, they will give up visiting.
I would never survive without my visit, so I would just bite my teeth and rush through the action.
This is an exchange for the prison system: you want to engage with the outside world and be ready to show your ass every time.
Put on my clothes and I walked back to the hall, floating in the air, remembering everything Larry said.
Someone said, \"Hey, Kerman, they call you by your name on the Mail phone!
\"I went straight to the station of CO and he gave me sixteen wonderful letters (
Including Larry! )and a half-dozen books.
Someone loves me outside.
My mother is coming the next day.
I can only guess the last 70.
It\'s been two hours for her and I\'m worried what she thinks when she sees the razorwire fence—
It triggered a primitive fear.
When they call my name on PA, I can hardly stand stilldown.
I flew over the door of the visiting room and glanced at my mother\'s face.
When I saw her, it seemed as if everything around us had disappeared into the distant background.
She burst into tears when she saw me. In thirty-
After four years, I can\'t remember her looking more relieved.
For the next two hours, I spent most of my time trying to reassure my mom that I was OK;
No one bothered me, no one hurt me;
My roommate is helping me.
The guards left me alone.
There are other families in the visit room, many with children, which reminds me that we are not the only family.
In fact, we are just one of the millions of American families trying to deal with the prison system.
When my mother watched a little girl play with her parents at another table, she was silent.
The tension on her face removed any complaints or self
I may feel sorry.
She was looking brave, but I knew she would cry all the way to the car.
The time I spent in the prison visit room was the most gratifying of my life.
They hurried past and this was the only chance for the camp to seem to be moving quickly.
I can completely forget the human stew located on the other side of the visit room door, and after each visit I take that feeling for hours.
But I can see my family see me in a rustic yellow uniform and taste everything I \'ve been through, surrounded by guards, strangers, what a terrible and terrible, powerful control system.
I think it\'s terrible to expose them to this world.
Every week, I need to reiterate my commitment to my mother and Larry that I will be successful and I am fine.
Seeing their concerns, I feel more guilty and ashamed than standing in front of a judge --
The status in that court is terrible.
* There are obvious crazy moves and calm rhythms in the camp, such as high school or emergency room.
In a series of activities, groups of women come and go, rushing, wandering, often waiting, almost always chattering in overwhelming noise, accents, and emotions mixed into a whirlpool of language.
The place is still quiet at other times. . .
During the hours of the day, when most campers take a break on a work assignment, the duty men have hurried through their cleaning tasks and then go to nap, crochet, or play cards.
After 10 in the evening. m.
The lights are out, the lobby is quiet and occasionally a woman is in her room
Mu went to the bathroom or mailbox to navigate from the distant light in the public room where someone was sitting, perhaps illegally watching --hours TV.
My understanding of the reasons for these sports patterns
Meal, mail, work phone, pill line, day of sale, phone time-
Still fragile.
But I learn more every day, archive the information and try to find out where I fit.
Letters and good books
Lots of good books --
Began to flood from the outside world.
Almost every day gay porn stars shout \"Kerman!
\"Then use his boots to push a plastic box full of more than a dozen books in front of me, half disgusted and half confused.
All the people at the camp will watch me claim my mail and occasionally Wikipedia --
\"Yours\", everyone is happy, which shows that the outside world cares about me.
On the other hand, the literary avalanche proved that I was different and a monster: \"She is a person with books.
Annette and several other women were pleased with the influx of new reading materials and were abandoned to borrow from my library (and permission).
Jane Austin, Virginia woolve, and Alice in Wonderland definitely help to fill the time and keep me United in my mind, but in my actual physical life I really do
I tried carefully to make friends, but like everything else in prison, it was tricky;
There are too many places where novices like me can easily go the wrong way.
Like the week Hall.
Zhou\'s hall is like a high school canteen. who has good memories, a huge felt room full of tables, with four rotating chairs on the table, with windows on both sides, look at the main back door of the camp, where there are parking spaces, a disabled ramp, and an abandoned and idle basketball stand
Breakfast was a quiet thing, with only a small number of inmates attending, mostly older ones, who appreciated the fact that the ceremony at six in the morning was almost a peace of meditationthirty a. m.
Breakfast never waited.
You grab a tray and plastic cutlery and approach the kitchen, the other inmates take out the food from the kitchen and some are blank --
Face, some chat.
It can be cold cereal or oatmeal or boiled eggs.
Usually everyone has a piece of fruit, an apple or banana, and sometimes a stone --hard peach.
Sitting next to a cold drink dispenser filled with water and weak KoolAid.
I developed the habit of going to breakfast, where I would sit quietly and not drink horrible coffee, observe other prisoners coming and going and watching the sun rise from the East --facing windows.
Lunch and dinner were completely different: women waiting in line for food stretched the wall under the window and sometimes went out, with a lot of noise.
I found the food very tight.
On the shelf, I will be careful to take my tray forward, near an empty chair, or better yet, next to an empty table I can grab, my eyes search around for what I know
Sitting with someone you don\'t know is a risky offer.
You may see furry eyeballs and loud silence, or a pointed \"this seat is saved.
\"But you may also meet a chatterer or questioner who often grabs me after meals when I go out on adventures:\" You want to stay away from that, Piper.
She will be looking for you soon to buy her little sale.
\"Annette has a natural mother instinct that helps me navigate through the official rules, like remembering the count and the PAC number, when am I allowed to take clothes to the laundry room for washing.
But she is skeptical about most prisoners who are not middle-class and white.
It turned out that Annette had been played with by a young girl in the early days, and she had the older woman buy her a lot of things from the grocery store and play with her compassion.
In fact, the girl is notorious for her new prisoner, so Annette feels burned and her caution is beyond her reach.
Annette took me to the endless Rummy 500 games with one of her Italian groups, and they barely tolerated my bad game.
Black women played more lively spades on several tables;
The Italians heard that they were cheating.
Annette introduced me to Nina, an Italian of my age, who lived in several rooms and she also took me under her wing.
Nina just came back from the corn for a month (
She refused to shovel snow)
I am waiting to return to the dormitory.
Annette seems to be scared of most of the other prisoners, but not Nina on Brooklyn street.
Smart, as wary of others as Annette: \"They\'re all weird people --
They made me sick.
She lived a hard life in prison.
I was smart, funny, very tolerant of my innocence and I followed her like a puppy.
I followed closely her advice on how not to be beaten by another prisoner.
I am very interested in figuring out who is not weird.
I get along well with some women in my A & O team (
Also, I remember their names)
: The Latina tattooed in my room for only six months after being caught by six Coke keys in her car
No point for me);
This salty redhead man is still talking about the prison in West Virginia much better than Danbury, \"although there are more northerners here, if you understand what I mean. . .
\"Then there\'s little Janet in Brooklyn who\'s slowly warming up with me, even though she still seems to think I\'m weird about being friendly.
She was only twenty years old, a college girl, and was arrested as a drug dealer while on vacation.
She had been in Caribbean prison for a full year before the federal government came to arrest her.
She\'s been 60 months now.
When she was in her twenties, more than half of her life would be in prison.
One day I had lunch with a 50-year-old different Janet
Beautiful, tall, beautiful and eye-catching.
I \'ve been looking at her and wondering what her story is
She reminds me of my aunt.
Janet is like me. a middle-
Drug crimes.
She did it twice.
One year in prison for marijuana charges
She is friendly when we talk, but never aggressive and very respectful of other people\'s space.
I learned that she is a world traveler, a typical ecology.
Peacenik intellectuals, a fitness enthusiast and yoga expert and a devout Buddhist, have a wry smile of humor, all of which are very popular.
Meditation is required for institutional food.
Lunch in the restaurant is sometimes hot, sometimes not hot, and McDonald\'s is the most popular.
Style burger patties or ultimate, rare, deep
Fried chicken sandwich.
People are crazy about any form of chicken.
More common lunches are Bologna and rubber orange cheese on white bread, as well as a lot of cheap greasy starch in the form of rice, potatoes and terrible frozen pizzas.
Desserts change a lot, sometimes really good
Baked cookies or cakes, sometimes jelly
O, there is sometimes a bowl of pudding, and I was warned: \"It came out of the jar marked with Desert Storm, and if there is mold on the top, they just scrape it down, for the rest of the service.
\"There are textured vegetable proteins for a few vegetarians.
TVP is a disgusting recombine bean powder that people in the kitchen will try to eat without any effect.
It usually looks like a bug.
Sometimes, if they add onions, you can live with it choke.
Bad yoga Janet is a vegetarian and has struggled to survive most of the time.
There is a salad bar for lunch and dinner with lettuce, cucumber slices and cauliflower.
Only women like yoga Janet are regular visitors to the salad bar.
I said hello to them shyly, and my sisters were doing a lot.
Other vegetables occasionally appear in the bar
Canned broccoli, bean sprouts, celery, carrots, and very rare raw spinach.
These will soon be raided and taken out of the restaurant of the prison cooking program, which takes effect in two microwave ovens near the dormitory.
The only food available was the food we got in the restaurant, as well as the food that prisoners could get from the grocery store.
In the restaurant, Italian Nina\'s Forman bunki pop music is often featured. he is a 50-year-old wife of a Russian gangster who rules the kitchen with an iron fist.
One night, as dinner time came to an end, I was sitting with Nina, wearing her custom burgundy kitchen overalls while dad was sitting with us, the white yarn is decorated with pop music, la Laverne and Shirley.
I barely knew anything and started to mess up the food.
At that point, I didn\'t expect anyone to be proud of their prison work, but Pop did.
When I made a joke about hunger strike, that\'s it.
Pop fixed me with fierce glare and pointed fingers.
\"Look, honey, I know you just got here, so I know you don\'t understand what it is.
I want to tell you once.
Here is something called \"Inciting Riot\", the kind of shit you say, hunger strike, the kind of shit, inciting riot.
You may get into big trouble with that, and they will lock your ass in the SHU in a heartbeat.
Now, I, I don\'t care, but you don\'t know these people, my dear.
The wrong person heard you say this shit and she went to tell the company and you would be surprised how much the lieutenant would lock your ass up.
So, get a hint from me and see what you\'re saying.
\"Then she left.
Nina, look at me, you bastard, send a telegram silently.
Since then, I have left the path of pop music and lowered my head to avoid her sight.
February is the month of black history, and a poster for Martin Luther King was posted in the restaurant.
George Washington Kaver and Rosa Parks
\"They didn\'t put shit on Columbus Day,\" complained one day a woman named Lombardi lined up behind me.
Is she really against the doctor?
I shut my mouth. The minimum-
The safe camp in Danbury has about 200 women living here at any time, although sometimes it climbs up a crowded 250 night.
About half are Latino.
Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Colombia)
About 24% of white people, 24% of Africans
The United States and Jamaica, then a very casual little question: an Indian, a few Middle Eastern women, a few Native Americans, a Chinese woman in her 60 s.
I \'ve been thinking about how it would feel there if you were missing a clan.
All of this is very \"West story \"--
Stick to your own style, Maria!
Don\'t and hide of race;
The three main dormitories were allegedly organized by counselors who allocated housing.
A dormitory is called \"suburb\", B dormitory is called \"slum\" and C dormitory is called \"Harlem, Spain \".
\"The first room for all the newcomers was a strange combination.
Boutolski distributes the house as a weapon, so if you are on his side you will be stuck in the room.
The most uncomfortable woman in the camp, or the pregnant woman as I saw when I first came, occupied the bottom bed;
The top bunk is full of newbies, or behavioral problems that have never happened.
Room 6 I live in is a ward, not a punishment roomI was lucky.
In the evening, I will lie in the darkness on my bunk, above the snoring Polish woman, listening to the sound of Annette\'s breathing apparatus, staring at the sleeping top --
The bunk outside the window and my bunk are horizontal.
When there is a moon, I can see the top of the fir tree and the white hills of the valley in the distance.
I spent as much time as I could standing in the cold and staring at the east of a huge Connecticut Valley.
The camp is located on top of one of the highest hills in the area, and you can see miles of hills, farms and town clusters on the huge basin in the valley below.
On February, I watch the sunrise every day.
I braved the rickety cold stairs and came to a field house gym and the frozen runway at the camp where I creaked in an ugly brown coat and itchy Army
Before going to the cold gym to lift weights, the green hats, silencers and gloves were almost always comforting.
I write letters and read books.
But time is a beast, a big and lazy still beast, not interested in my efforts to speed it up in any direction.
Some days I barely spoke, opened my eyes and closed my mouth.
What I am afraid of is that there is less physical violence (
I don\'t see any evidence)
Instead of being publicly cursed for fucking breaking prison rules or prisoner rules.
In the wrong place at the wrong time, sit in the seat of \"someone\", break into the place you don\'t want, ask the wrong question, you will be shouted out by a terrible prison keeper or a terrible prisoner and leave in a hurry (
Sometimes in Spanish).
In addition to pestering Nina with questions, theory and exchange notes with my colleague A & O newbies, I keep myself secret.
But my companions are actually taking care of me.
Rosemtown Rosemarie brings me her Wall Street Journal every day to see how I\'m doing.
Yoga Janet will sit with me while eating and we will talk about the Himalayas, New York and politics.
She was shocked when I saw the news of subscribing to The New Republic on the Mail phone.
\"You might as well read the weekly standards!
She said with disgust.
* A sales day-
Shopping twice a week in the evening, half a camp on Monday and the other half on Tuesday --
Nina appears at the door of Room 6.
I still have no money in my prison account, I am washing my gym clothes for women with a rented soap, and I am very envious of the weekly shopping trips of other inmates.
\"Hey, Piper, how about a beer,\" Nina said ? \".
I was dumbfounded and hungry.
The dinner was roast beef and a weird metal. green cast.
I ate rice and cucumbers.
\"I\'m going to the grocery store to buy ice cream. we can make a beer flower car.
\"My heart soared and then crashed.
\"I can\'t shop, Nina.
My account is not clear yet.
\"Come on, can you shut up ? \".
You can buy a pint of cheap ice cream in the canteen.
Vanilla, chocolate or strawberry.
You have to eat it right away because of course there is no fridge and there is only one large ice cube dispenser for prisoners to use.
It is sad that the prisoner stuffed a pint of wine into the ice machine and was caught by another prisoner!
You will be scolded for not being hygienic.
Like many things, it\'s just not done.
Nina bought vanilla ice cream and two cans of beer.
As memouth prepares our floats with plastic coffee cups, she is watering and the foam is a sweet, rich brown color.
She handed me one and I si had a bubble beard with my mouth.
This is the best thing I have ever eaten since I went to prison.
I feel tears sting behind my eyes. I was so happy.
\"Thank you, Nina.
Thank you very much.
\"* At the Mail conference call, I continued to be fortunate enough to receive a lot of letters, and I tasted every one.
Some are my closest friends, some are my family, some are people I have never seen before, I have heard that my friend took the time to give some comfort to a completely new person with pen and paper.
Larry told me that one of our friends told her family about me and her father decided to read every book on my Amazon wish list.
By mail, I quickly accumulated: beautiful postcards from my old colleague Kelly and letters written on my friend Arlene\'s beautifully decorated letterhead, a treasure in the monotony and ugliness of the facilities;
Print out of Bill Graham\'s seven-page Steven Wright joke;
A little book about coffee
My friend Peter gave an example;
There are many pictures of other people\'s cats.
These are my wealth. In fact, they are my only precious wealth.
My uncle Winthrop Allen III wrote to me: I began to hear from a man named Joe Loya, a writer and a friend of San Francisco
Joe explained that he served more than seven years in federal prison for bank robbery and that he knew what I was going through and that he wanted me to write back to him.
He told me that when he was imprisoned alone for two years, the act of writing did save his life.
I was startled by the intimacy of his letter, but also moved to know that someone outside understands the surreal world I live in now, which is reassuring.
Only the nuns received more mail than I did.
On my first day at the camp, I was told there was a nun there --in my side-
I thought in a daze that they were referring to a nun who chose to live with the prisoner.
I was right.
Sister Ardeth Platte, a political prisoner and one of several nuns engaged in peace activities, was sentenced to long-term federal imprisonment for non-violent protests at the militia II missile launch well in Colorado.
Dear sister, everyone (
Everyone knows her)He was sixty years old.
9 years old, a strong nun, a lovely elf, flashing the presence of love.
Her sister is bonki of yoga Janet.
She likes to be hidden in bed by Janet every night, hugging and kissing on her soft, wrinkled forehead. The Italian-
American prisoners are most angry at her plight.
\"There\'s nothing better for the damn FBI than shutting up the nuns,\" they\'ll spit and hate.
My sister received a lot of emails from pacifiers around the world.
One day I received a letter from my best friend, Christine, who I met during my first week at Smith.
There was a note in the envelope, written on the plane, and a newspaper cut.
I started it to expose the \"street\" fashion column of The New York Times Bill Cunningham on Sunday, February 8.
Cover half
There are more than a dozen photos on the Page, and every woman of age, race, size and shape on the photo is dressed in bright orange color.
The headline was \"Oranginas Uncorked\", and Christine wrote on the blue sticker, \"NYers wear orange when united with Piper\'s plight! xo K.
\"I carefully glued the clip to my locker door, and every time I opened it I was greeted by the handwriting of my dear friend and the smiling face of the woman wearing an orange coat, hat, scarf, even a stroller.
Orange is obviously the new black.
It can be seen from Piper Kerman\'s book Orange Is the New Black.
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A long orientation meeting was held in the smallest TV room.
One of them is my roommate, a zaftig girl with multiple girls Plus, who is a strange combination of grumpy and helpful people.
She has a small tattoo on her arm of a dancing Mephistopheles figure with the letter JC on it.
I tentatively asked her if they represented Jesus Christ.
She looked at me as if I was completely crazy and turned her eyes over.
\"That\'s the initials of my boyfriend.
\"Sitting on the left side of my wall is a young black woman who I like for no reason.
Her rough corn line and aggressive chin can\'t cover up the fact that she is very young and beautiful.
I chatted and asked her name, where she came from, how much time she needed to do, and a small number of questions I thought could be asked.
Her name is Janet. she is from Brooklyn and has 60 months.
She seemed to find it strange for me to talk to her.
On the other hand, a little white woman on the other side of the room chattered.
I have about ten years, and a friendly one.
She has a witch side, red hair, a hook nose, and creases on her skin that look like she lives in the mountains or by the sea.
She returned to prison for violating probation regulations.
\"I spent two years in West Virginia.
It\'s like a big campus. The food is delicious.
This is a dump.
She said it was all pleasant and I was shocked that anyone who came back to prison could be so important --of-Facts and optimism.
Another white woman from the group also rejoined due to the violation and she was in pain, which made more sense to me.
The other members of the group were a group of black women and Latino women who leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling or the floor.
We were all dressed in the same clothes and wearing broken canvas slippers.
We suffered from five people.
One hour speech from all major departments of Danbury FCI
Finance, telephone, entertainment, grocery, safety, education, psychiatry-
A range of professional attention, somehow, adds to the surprisingly low standard of living for prisoners.
There are two categories of speakers: apology or condescending.
The types of apologies include prison psychiatrists.
Kirk, he\'s almost as big and handsome as me.
He\'s probably one of my friend\'s husbands. Dr.
Kirk was embarrassed to tell us that he stayed at the camp for a few hours every Thursday and \"could not really provide\" any mental health services unless \"in an emergency.
\"He is the only provider of psychiatric care for 14 hundred women in the Danbury complex, and his main function is to distribute psychiatric drugs.
If you want to make a dose
Kirk is the one you\'re looking.
It is Mr.
Scott, a proud young correctional officer, insisted on asking a question --and-
Answer the game with us about the most basic rules of interpersonal behavior and repeatedly warn us not to be \"gay\" during our stay \".
\"But the worst was the woman in the health services department, who was very unpleasant and surprised me.
She firmly told us that it is better for us not to waste their time, that they will decide whether we are sick or not, and what is needed in medicine, that we should not expect any existing conditions to be resolved, unless it\'s life. threatening.
I thank you silently because I am in good health.
If we get sick, we\'re done.
After the health service representative left the room, the red-
The violator on the head. “Jesus F.
Christ, peeing on her Cheerios \"next, a big bluff from the facility with huge bushy eyebrows walked into the room. “Hello, ladies! ” he boomed. “My name is Mr. Richards.
I just wanted to tell you that I\'m sorry you\'re here.
I don\'t know what brought you here, but I hope things are different no matter what happens.
I know it may not be a comfort for you, but I am serious.
I know you have family and kids and you should be with them.
I hope you have a short time here.
The stranger showed us extraordinary sensitivity hours after being treated as an ungrateful and deceptive child.
We were all a little excited. “Kerman!
Another prisoner with a clipboard put his head into the room. “Uniforms!
\"I was lucky to be in jail on Wednesday.
Unified issues have been completed on Thursday, so if you are yourself
Surrender on Monday and you may stink in a few days depending on whether you sweat when you\'re nervous.
I came along the clipboard along the hall to a small room where I distributed the uniforms, the leftovers left when a man\'s facility.
Gave me four pairs of elastic bands.
Waist card pants khaki Polyblend button-
Down jacket, with the name of the clothes they used to wear on the front pocket;
Mariannada Maldonado, Vicky Fraser, Mary Sanders, Carol Ryan, and Angel Chevasco.
Also: a set of white thermal underwear;
Very itchy boiled
Wool hats, scarves and gloves; five white T-shirts;
4 pairs of socks;
Three white sports bras
Ten pairs of grandma\'s underwear (
I soon found out that after washing it a few times it will lose its elasticity);
A huge pajamas made me laugh.
Everyone calls it muu-muu.
Finally, the guard who silently handed me the clothes asked: What is the size of the \"nine yards and a half\" shoe.
He pushed me a shoe box in red and black with a pair of my own thick black steel --toed shoes.
I haven\'t been so happy to wear a pair of peep shoes since I found them --
Toed Manolo Blahniks is in the $50 sample sale.
These beauties are strong and powerful.
I fell in love with them right away.
I handed back the canvas slippers with a big smile on my face.
Now I\'m
A real, hard scam.
I feel much better.
I walked back in my Steeltoes.
My companions were still there, and their eyes returned to their heads from the endless monotony.
Good people in the facility have been replaced by Toricella, a consultant working with Butorsky, allowing me to call Larry the night before.
I began to think he was \"mumbling\".
His look of walruslike rarely changed;
I never heard him raise his voice, but it was difficult to read his mood except for a slight deterioration.
He told us that the Kuma Deboo prison chief would show us good in the presence of her.
All of a sudden, I was interested in: I knew nothing about the warden, the big boss, who was a woman, and an unusual name.
I didn\'t hear anything from her in my twenties.
I spent four hours in jail.
Will she be like Wendy O?
Neither Williams nor the nurse.
The warden Debb entered the room and sat down for us.
She\'s only ten years older than me, tops. she\'s healthy.
Good skin-
Probably from the Middle East.
She was wearing a shabby suit and ugly costume jewelry.
She talked to us in an informal, false way.
The warm fashion moments remind me of someone from a campaign office.
\"Ladies, I am the warden of Kuma Deboo, and I welcome you here to Danbury, and I know this is not an ideal scenario for any of you.
I am responsible for your health while you are herebeing.
I\'m responsible for your safety.
I am responsible for your success in completing your sentence.
So, ladies, the money is parked here.
She went on like this for a while, and some mentioned personal responsibility (ours)
Then she started having sex.
\"If anyone from this agency puts pressure on you, and if someone threatens you or hurts you, I want you to come to me directly.
I come to camp every Thursday for lunch, so you can come up and talk to me about anything that happened to you. We have a zero-
Danbury\'s policy of tolerance for sexual misconduct.
She is talking about prison guards instead of robbing lesbians.
Clearly, sex and power are indispensable behind the prison walls.
Several of my friends have expressed their concern that in prison the guards are more dangerous than prisoners.
I looked at my fellow prisoners in the room.
Some people look scared.
Most people look cold.
The warden Debb finished her task and left us.
Another prisoner tentatively offered: \"She looks good.
\"The painful violator who was previously locked in Danbury snorted,\" Miss Zoellick.
Don\'t expect to see her again, except for 15 minutes in line every Thursday.
She said very well, but she had better not be here.
She\'s not running this place. That zero-
Remember this, ladies. . .
What you want to say to them.
* Newcomers to the federal prison were trapped in purgatory in the first month or so, when they were \"a & OS --
Admission and orientation status.
You can\'t do anything when you\'re A & O --
Can\'t have a job, can\'t go to GED class, can\'t go to chow until everyone else has gone, can\'t say a word at weird times in the evening.
The official statement is that before your prison life really starts, your medical tests and permits must come back from any mysterious place they have been.
Nothing happens in prison that involves paperwork (
Except for individual locks)
A prisoner was unable to resolve the problem quickly with the prison staff. Of anything.
The number of official and unofficial rules, schedules and ceremonies is dazzling.
Learn them quickly, or suffer consequences such as: being considered an idiot, being called an idiot, standing on the bad side of another prisoner, on the bad side of the guard, on the bad side of your advisor, forced to clean the bathroom, line up for dinner when everything is edible and get a \"lens \"(
Or incident report)
Put your record in and get it to the special room unit or Shu (
Aka lonely, hole, or SEG).
However, the most common answer to any other question, other than the official rules, is \"dear, don\'t you know that you haven\'t asked a question in prison ? \"
Unofficial Rules
You learn by observing, inferring, or very carefully questioning the people you wish you could trust.
A & O of February
Leap year, not less-
It\'s a strange combination of chaos and monotony.
I wandered around the camp building, not only trapped there by the FBI, but also by the weather.
No jobs, no money, no property, no phone privileges, I have few people.
Thank God for the gift of books, papers and stamps to other prisoners.
I can\'t wait for the weekend and I can\'t wait to see Larry and my mother.
It\'s snowing on Friday. A worried-
Watching Annette twist my feet to wake me up.
\"Piper, they \'ve been calling A & OS for snow duty! Get up!
I sat up in confusion.
It\'s still dark.
Where is my \"Kerman? KERMAN!
KERMAN, report to co\'s office! PA made a sound. Annette is a bug. eyed.
\"You must go now! Get dressed!
\"I fell into my new steel --
Wearing toenails, showing yourself in the office of the correctional officer, completely messy, with no brush on the teeth.
A blonde woman was on duty.
She looks like she ate a new fish like me for breakfast after triathlon training.
I nodded.
\"I made half A call to A & OS. hour ago.
Snow mission.
\"I\'m asleep. where are you ? \"
\"After the spring rain, she looked at me as if I was a worm twisting on the sidewalk.
\"Oh, yes, put on your coat and shovel.
\"How about breakfast? I put on my thermal underwear and the ugly stadium coat, the zipper broke down and went out in the cold wind to meet my companions and clean the sidewalk.
Now that the sun has risen, half of it is overcast. light.
There is not enough shovel for everyone to use, the shovel I use is broken, but no one can go back inside until the work is done.
We have more salt.
Coherent scattering ratio shovelers.
One of the & OS is A little Dominican lady in her 70 s who barely speaks English.
We gave her our scarf, wrapped her up and put her at the door.
She was too scared to go in, even though it was crazy that she was cold outside with us.
Another woman told me in the wind that the old lady had a four-year-old
Sentenced to one year in prison for \"wired charging\" to receive phone messages for her drugs
Male relatives
I want to know you. S.
The lawyer enjoyed that particular gap on his or her belt.
I\'m afraid the weather will stop Larry from driving from New York but I don\'t know so before the visit time starts at 3 in the eveningm.
I try to cheer up.
Just after taking a shower and wearing what I thought was the least flattering uniform, I stood under the fluorescent lamp in the dilapidated bathroom and looked at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror.
I don\'t look decorated. I don\'t look feminine in my opinion.
No jewelry, no makeup, no decoration at all.
My khaki cloth shirt has someone else\'s name on the chest pocket.
What did Larry think when he saw me? I went outside the large lounge to wait for a visit.
Red lights were installed on the wall of the room.
A prisoner saw her people walking up the hill and into the camp building, or if she heard her name called on the PA system, she would flip a light switch next to the double door opening in the room, the other side of the door will also light up a red light to remind the visiting room CO that the prisoners are in place waiting to see their visitors.
When CO feels like it, they stand up, walk to the door, pat the prisoner and let her in the visiting room.
About an hour later, on the stair platform next to the visit to the room, I began to wander around the hall, feeling bored and nervous.
When I hear my name on the PA system --
\"Kelman, visit! ”—
I walked along the track.
A female guard with curly hair and bright blue eyeshadow was waiting for me while landing.
I opened my arms and legs, and she left her fingertips under my limbs, under my collar, under my custom sports bra, and around my belt.
\"Kerman was waiting for you in there when he first came.
Look at the Contact!
She opened the door of the visiting room.
Large rooms are equipped with card tables and folding chairs for a visit.
When I arrived they were already half-seated and Larry was sitting next to one of them, looking anxious and looking forward to it.
He jumped up when he saw me.
I walked up to him as quickly as I could and put my arms around him.
He looks very happy. I appreciate it.
I feel like myself again.
Hug and kiss your visitors (no tongue! )
Allowed at the beginning and end of the visit.
Some guards are allowed to hold hands; some would not.
If a guard doesn\'t have a good day, a week or a lifetime, we all feel this on that dim felt --
Visiting the floor of the room.
There were always two inmates who also worked in the visiting room to assist CO, who were stuck chatting with the guards for hours.
Larry and I sat at the table and he just stared at me with a smile.
I suddenly felt shy and wondered if he saw my difference.
Then we started talking, trying to cover the impossible at the same time.
I told him what happened after he left the prison Hall and he told me what it was like that he had to leave.
He said that he talked to my parents, they are all holding on, my mother is coming to see me tomorrow.
He listed all the people who called to try to get an idea of my situation, as well as the people who sent out requests that were approved as visitors.
I explained to him that there was a 20-year-old. five-
The number of people on my visitor list is limited.
Our friend Tim built a website. thepipebomb.
And Larry posted all the relevant information (
Including answers to frequently asked questions)there.
We talked for hours.
The visit time is 3 to 8 in the afternoon. m. on Fridays)
So far, Larry has been curious about every detail of the prison.
On the card table, I can relax the nervous vigilance that has controlled my every move for the past three days and almost forget where I am, even though I share every discovery that my new life offers.
I feel so loved sitting there with him and have more confidence that I will leave this terrible place one day.
I promised Larry countless times that I was fine.
I asked him to look around.
Does the other inmates look so bad? He thinks they don\'t. At seven forty-
It\'s time for Larry and the other tourists to leave.
My whole heart is clut.
I had to leave a bubble of love on our card table.
I can\'t see him in a week.
\"Have you received my letter? \" he asked ? \".
\"No, not yet, no mail.
Everything here is in jail time. . . slow motion.
\"It\'s hard to leave, not just for us.
A toddler didn\'t want to leave her mother and cried when her father tried to get her to put on her snowsuit.
When tourists and prisoners try to say goodbye, they move from 1 feet to another.
We are all allowed to hug at last and then watch our loved ones disappear late at night.
More experienced prisoners have untied their shoes and are ready to search the strip.
This ceremony, which I will repeat hundreds of times next year, has never changed.
Take off shoes and socks, shirts, pants, T-shirt.
Pull up your custom sports bra and show off your chest.
Reveal the soles of your feet.
Then the back to the female prison guard, pull the underwear down, squat, reveal yourself.
Finally, a forced cough, in theory, causes any hidden contraband to rattle on the floor.
I always find communication between people who have no choice but to strip off their gym clothes for women and orders to become active and pragmatic guards, but some women find that strip search is such a shame to avoid this, they will give up visiting.
I would never survive without my visit, so I would just bite my teeth and rush through the action.
This is an exchange for the prison system: you want to engage with the outside world and be ready to show your ass every time.
Put on my clothes and I walked back to the hall, floating in the air, remembering everything Larry said.
Someone said, \"Hey, Kerman, they call you by your name on the Mail phone!
\"I went straight to the station of CO and he gave me sixteen wonderful letters (
Including Larry! )and a half-dozen books.
Someone loves me outside.
My mother is coming the next day.
I can only guess the last 70.
It\'s been two hours for her and I\'m worried what she thinks when she sees the razorwire fence—
It triggered a primitive fear.
When they call my name on PA, I can hardly stand stilldown.
I flew over the door of the visiting room and glanced at my mother\'s face.
When I saw her, it seemed as if everything around us had disappeared into the distant background.
She burst into tears when she saw me. In thirty-
After four years, I can\'t remember her looking more relieved.
For the next two hours, I spent most of my time trying to reassure my mom that I was OK;
No one bothered me, no one hurt me;
My roommate is helping me.
The guards left me alone.
There are other families in the visit room, many with children, which reminds me that we are not the only family.
In fact, we are just one of the millions of American families trying to deal with the prison system.
When my mother watched a little girl play with her parents at another table, she was silent.
The tension on her face removed any complaints or self
I may feel sorry.
She was looking brave, but I knew she would cry all the way to the car.
The time I spent in the prison visit room was the most gratifying of my life.
They hurried past and this was the only chance for the camp to seem to be moving quickly.
I can completely forget the human stew located on the other side of the visit room door, and after each visit I take that feeling for hours.
But I can see my family see me in a rustic yellow uniform and taste everything I \'ve been through, surrounded by guards, strangers, what a terrible and terrible, powerful control system.
I think it\'s terrible to expose them to this world.
Every week, I need to reiterate my commitment to my mother and Larry that I will be successful and I am fine.
Seeing their concerns, I feel more guilty and ashamed than standing in front of a judge --
The status in that court is terrible.
* There are obvious crazy moves and calm rhythms in the camp, such as high school or emergency room.
In a series of activities, groups of women come and go, rushing, wandering, often waiting, almost always chattering in overwhelming noise, accents, and emotions mixed into a whirlpool of language.
The place is still quiet at other times. . .
During the hours of the day, when most campers take a break on a work assignment, the duty men have hurried through their cleaning tasks and then go to nap, crochet, or play cards.
After 10 in the evening. m.
The lights are out, the lobby is quiet and occasionally a woman is in her room
Mu went to the bathroom or mailbox to navigate from the distant light in the public room where someone was sitting, perhaps illegally watching --hours TV.
My understanding of the reasons for these sports patterns
Meal, mail, work phone, pill line, day of sale, phone time-
Still fragile.
But I learn more every day, archive the information and try to find out where I fit.
Letters and good books
Lots of good books --
Began to flood from the outside world.
Almost every day gay porn stars shout \"Kerman!
\"Then use his boots to push a plastic box full of more than a dozen books in front of me, half disgusted and half confused.
All the people at the camp will watch me claim my mail and occasionally Wikipedia --
\"Yours\", everyone is happy, which shows that the outside world cares about me.
On the other hand, the literary avalanche proved that I was different and a monster: \"She is a person with books.
Annette and several other women were pleased with the influx of new reading materials and were abandoned to borrow from my library (and permission).
Jane Austin, Virginia woolve, and Alice in Wonderland definitely help to fill the time and keep me United in my mind, but in my actual physical life I really do
I tried carefully to make friends, but like everything else in prison, it was tricky;
There are too many places where novices like me can easily go the wrong way.
Like the week Hall.
Zhou\'s hall is like a high school canteen. who has good memories, a huge felt room full of tables, with four rotating chairs on the table, with windows on both sides, look at the main back door of the camp, where there are parking spaces, a disabled ramp, and an abandoned and idle basketball stand
Breakfast was a quiet thing, with only a small number of inmates attending, mostly older ones, who appreciated the fact that the ceremony at six in the morning was almost a peace of meditationthirty a. m.
Breakfast never waited.
You grab a tray and plastic cutlery and approach the kitchen, the other inmates take out the food from the kitchen and some are blank --
Face, some chat.
It can be cold cereal or oatmeal or boiled eggs.
Usually everyone has a piece of fruit, an apple or banana, and sometimes a stone --hard peach.
Sitting next to a cold drink dispenser filled with water and weak KoolAid.
I developed the habit of going to breakfast, where I would sit quietly and not drink horrible coffee, observe other prisoners coming and going and watching the sun rise from the East --facing windows.
Lunch and dinner were completely different: women waiting in line for food stretched the wall under the window and sometimes went out, with a lot of noise.
I found the food very tight.
On the shelf, I will be careful to take my tray forward, near an empty chair, or better yet, next to an empty table I can grab, my eyes search around for what I know
Sitting with someone you don\'t know is a risky offer.
You may see furry eyeballs and loud silence, or a pointed \"this seat is saved.
\"But you may also meet a chatterer or questioner who often grabs me after meals when I go out on adventures:\" You want to stay away from that, Piper.
She will be looking for you soon to buy her little sale.
\"Annette has a natural mother instinct that helps me navigate through the official rules, like remembering the count and the PAC number, when am I allowed to take clothes to the laundry room for washing.
But she is skeptical about most prisoners who are not middle-class and white.
It turned out that Annette had been played with by a young girl in the early days, and she had the older woman buy her a lot of things from the grocery store and play with her compassion.
In fact, the girl is notorious for her new prisoner, so Annette feels burned and her caution is beyond her reach.
Annette took me to the endless Rummy 500 games with one of her Italian groups, and they barely tolerated my bad game.
Black women played more lively spades on several tables;
The Italians heard that they were cheating.
Annette introduced me to Nina, an Italian of my age, who lived in several rooms and she also took me under her wing.
Nina just came back from the corn for a month (
She refused to shovel snow)
I am waiting to return to the dormitory.
Annette seems to be scared of most of the other prisoners, but not Nina on Brooklyn street.
Smart, as wary of others as Annette: \"They\'re all weird people --
They made me sick.
She lived a hard life in prison.
I was smart, funny, very tolerant of my innocence and I followed her like a puppy.
I followed closely her advice on how not to be beaten by another prisoner.
I am very interested in figuring out who is not weird.
I get along well with some women in my A & O team (
Also, I remember their names)
: The Latina tattooed in my room for only six months after being caught by six Coke keys in her car
No point for me);
This salty redhead man is still talking about the prison in West Virginia much better than Danbury, \"although there are more northerners here, if you understand what I mean. . .
\"Then there\'s little Janet in Brooklyn who\'s slowly warming up with me, even though she still seems to think I\'m weird about being friendly.
She was only twenty years old, a college girl, and was arrested as a drug dealer while on vacation.
She had been in Caribbean prison for a full year before the federal government came to arrest her.
She\'s been 60 months now.
When she was in her twenties, more than half of her life would be in prison.
One day I had lunch with a 50-year-old different Janet
Beautiful, tall, beautiful and eye-catching.
I \'ve been looking at her and wondering what her story is
She reminds me of my aunt.
Janet is like me. a middle-
Drug crimes.
She did it twice.
One year in prison for marijuana charges
She is friendly when we talk, but never aggressive and very respectful of other people\'s space.
I learned that she is a world traveler, a typical ecology.
Peacenik intellectuals, a fitness enthusiast and yoga expert and a devout Buddhist, have a wry smile of humor, all of which are very popular.
Meditation is required for institutional food.
Lunch in the restaurant is sometimes hot, sometimes not hot, and McDonald\'s is the most popular.
Style burger patties or ultimate, rare, deep
Fried chicken sandwich.
People are crazy about any form of chicken.
More common lunches are Bologna and rubber orange cheese on white bread, as well as a lot of cheap greasy starch in the form of rice, potatoes and terrible frozen pizzas.
Desserts change a lot, sometimes really good
Baked cookies or cakes, sometimes jelly
O, there is sometimes a bowl of pudding, and I was warned: \"It came out of the jar marked with Desert Storm, and if there is mold on the top, they just scrape it down, for the rest of the service.
\"There are textured vegetable proteins for a few vegetarians.
TVP is a disgusting recombine bean powder that people in the kitchen will try to eat without any effect.
It usually looks like a bug.
Sometimes, if they add onions, you can live with it choke.
Bad yoga Janet is a vegetarian and has struggled to survive most of the time.
There is a salad bar for lunch and dinner with lettuce, cucumber slices and cauliflower.
Only women like yoga Janet are regular visitors to the salad bar.
I said hello to them shyly, and my sisters were doing a lot.
Other vegetables occasionally appear in the bar
Canned broccoli, bean sprouts, celery, carrots, and very rare raw spinach.
These will soon be raided and taken out of the restaurant of the prison cooking program, which takes effect in two microwave ovens near the dormitory.
The only food available was the food we got in the restaurant, as well as the food that prisoners could get from the grocery store.
In the restaurant, Italian Nina\'s Forman bunki pop music is often featured. he is a 50-year-old wife of a Russian gangster who rules the kitchen with an iron fist.
One night, as dinner time came to an end, I was sitting with Nina, wearing her custom burgundy kitchen overalls while dad was sitting with us, the white yarn is decorated with pop music, la Laverne and Shirley.
I barely knew anything and started to mess up the food.
At that point, I didn\'t expect anyone to be proud of their prison work, but Pop did.
When I made a joke about hunger strike, that\'s it.
Pop fixed me with fierce glare and pointed fingers.
\"Look, honey, I know you just got here, so I know you don\'t understand what it is.
I want to tell you once.
Here is something called \"Inciting Riot\", the kind of shit you say, hunger strike, the kind of shit, inciting riot.
You may get into big trouble with that, and they will lock your ass in the SHU in a heartbeat.
Now, I, I don\'t care, but you don\'t know these people, my dear.
The wrong person heard you say this shit and she went to tell the company and you would be surprised how much the lieutenant would lock your ass up.
So, get a hint from me and see what you\'re saying.
\"Then she left.
Nina, look at me, you bastard, send a telegram silently.
Since then, I have left the path of pop music and lowered my head to avoid her sight.
February is the month of black history, and a poster for Martin Luther King was posted in the restaurant.
George Washington Kaver and Rosa Parks
\"They didn\'t put shit on Columbus Day,\" complained one day a woman named Lombardi lined up behind me.
Is she really against the doctor?
I shut my mouth. The minimum-
The safe camp in Danbury has about 200 women living here at any time, although sometimes it climbs up a crowded 250 night.
About half are Latino.
Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Colombia)
About 24% of white people, 24% of Africans
The United States and Jamaica, then a very casual little question: an Indian, a few Middle Eastern women, a few Native Americans, a Chinese woman in her 60 s.
I \'ve been thinking about how it would feel there if you were missing a clan.
All of this is very \"West story \"--
Stick to your own style, Maria!
Don\'t and hide of race;
The three main dormitories were allegedly organized by counselors who allocated housing.
A dormitory is called \"suburb\", B dormitory is called \"slum\" and C dormitory is called \"Harlem, Spain \".
\"The first room for all the newcomers was a strange combination.
Boutolski distributes the house as a weapon, so if you are on his side you will be stuck in the room.
The most uncomfortable woman in the camp, or the pregnant woman as I saw when I first came, occupied the bottom bed;
The top bunk is full of newbies, or behavioral problems that have never happened.
Room 6 I live in is a ward, not a punishment roomI was lucky.
In the evening, I will lie in the darkness on my bunk, above the snoring Polish woman, listening to the sound of Annette\'s breathing apparatus, staring at the sleeping top --
The bunk outside the window and my bunk are horizontal.
When there is a moon, I can see the top of the fir tree and the white hills of the valley in the distance.
I spent as much time as I could standing in the cold and staring at the east of a huge Connecticut Valley.
The camp is located on top of one of the highest hills in the area, and you can see miles of hills, farms and town clusters on the huge basin in the valley below.
On February, I watch the sunrise every day.
I braved the rickety cold stairs and came to a field house gym and the frozen runway at the camp where I creaked in an ugly brown coat and itchy Army
Before going to the cold gym to lift weights, the green hats, silencers and gloves were almost always comforting.
I write letters and read books.
But time is a beast, a big and lazy still beast, not interested in my efforts to speed it up in any direction.
Some days I barely spoke, opened my eyes and closed my mouth.
What I am afraid of is that there is less physical violence (
I don\'t see any evidence)
Instead of being publicly cursed for fucking breaking prison rules or prisoner rules.
In the wrong place at the wrong time, sit in the seat of \"someone\", break into the place you don\'t want, ask the wrong question, you will be shouted out by a terrible prison keeper or a terrible prisoner and leave in a hurry (
Sometimes in Spanish).
In addition to pestering Nina with questions, theory and exchange notes with my colleague A & O newbies, I keep myself secret.
But my companions are actually taking care of me.
Rosemtown Rosemarie brings me her Wall Street Journal every day to see how I\'m doing.
Yoga Janet will sit with me while eating and we will talk about the Himalayas, New York and politics.
She was shocked when I saw the news of subscribing to The New Republic on the Mail phone.
\"You might as well read the weekly standards!
She said with disgust.
* A sales day-
Shopping twice a week in the evening, half a camp on Monday and the other half on Tuesday --
Nina appears at the door of Room 6.
I still have no money in my prison account, I am washing my gym clothes for women with a rented soap, and I am very envious of the weekly shopping trips of other inmates.
\"Hey, Piper, how about a beer,\" Nina said ? \".
I was dumbfounded and hungry.
The dinner was roast beef and a weird metal. green cast.
I ate rice and cucumbers.
\"I\'m going to the grocery store to buy ice cream. we can make a beer flower car.
\"My heart soared and then crashed.
\"I can\'t shop, Nina.
My account is not clear yet.
\"Come on, can you shut up ? \".
You can buy a pint of cheap ice cream in the canteen.
Vanilla, chocolate or strawberry.
You have to eat it right away because of course there is no fridge and there is only one large ice cube dispenser for prisoners to use.
It is sad that the prisoner stuffed a pint of wine into the ice machine and was caught by another prisoner!
You will be scolded for not being hygienic.
Like many things, it\'s just not done.
Nina bought vanilla ice cream and two cans of beer.
As memouth prepares our floats with plastic coffee cups, she is watering and the foam is a sweet, rich brown color.
She handed me one and I si had a bubble beard with my mouth.
This is the best thing I have ever eaten since I went to prison.
I feel tears sting behind my eyes. I was so happy.
\"Thank you, Nina.
Thank you very much.
\"* At the Mail conference call, I continued to be fortunate enough to receive a lot of letters, and I tasted every one.
Some are my closest friends, some are my family, some are people I have never seen before, I have heard that my friend took the time to give some comfort to a completely new person with pen and paper.
Larry told me that one of our friends told her family about me and her father decided to read every book on my Amazon wish list.
By mail, I quickly accumulated: beautiful postcards from my old colleague Kelly and letters written on my friend Arlene\'s beautifully decorated letterhead, a treasure in the monotony and ugliness of the facilities;
Print out of Bill Graham\'s seven-page Steven Wright joke;
A little book about coffee
My friend Peter gave an example;
There are many pictures of other people\'s cats.
These are my wealth. In fact, they are my only precious wealth.
My uncle Winthrop Allen III wrote to me: I began to hear from a man named Joe Loya, a writer and a friend of San Francisco
Joe explained that he served more than seven years in federal prison for bank robbery and that he knew what I was going through and that he wanted me to write back to him.
He told me that when he was imprisoned alone for two years, the act of writing did save his life.
I was startled by the intimacy of his letter, but also moved to know that someone outside understands the surreal world I live in now, which is reassuring.
Only the nuns received more mail than I did.
On my first day at the camp, I was told there was a nun there --in my side-
I thought in a daze that they were referring to a nun who chose to live with the prisoner.
I was right.
Sister Ardeth Platte, a political prisoner and one of several nuns engaged in peace activities, was sentenced to long-term federal imprisonment for non-violent protests at the militia II missile launch well in Colorado.
Dear sister, everyone (
Everyone knows her)He was sixty years old.
9 years old, a strong nun, a lovely elf, flashing the presence of love.
Her sister is bonki of yoga Janet.
She likes to be hidden in bed by Janet every night, hugging and kissing on her soft, wrinkled forehead. The Italian-
American prisoners are most angry at her plight.
\"There\'s nothing better for the damn FBI than shutting up the nuns,\" they\'ll spit and hate.
My sister received a lot of emails from pacifiers around the world.
One day I received a letter from my best friend, Christine, who I met during my first week at Smith.
There was a note in the envelope, written on the plane, and a newspaper cut.
I started it to expose the \"street\" fashion column of The New York Times Bill Cunningham on Sunday, February 8.
Cover half
There are more than a dozen photos on the Page, and every woman of age, race, size and shape on the photo is dressed in bright orange color.
The headline was \"Oranginas Uncorked\", and Christine wrote on the blue sticker, \"NYers wear orange when united with Piper\'s plight! xo K.
\"I carefully glued the clip to my locker door, and every time I opened it I was greeted by the handwriting of my dear friend and the smiling face of the woman wearing an orange coat, hat, scarf, even a stroller.
Orange is obviously the new black.
It can be seen from Piper Kerman\'s book Orange Is the New Black.
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