By Thomas Bartlett Whitaker
“I no longer think it is normal for anyone to want to work here.” I must take this moment to explain why I work in a state jail. At first, the pay was better than the ” free world”. So were the benefits. I am a member of the medical team and really don’t have to see the same prisoners day after day. Why do I still work in a state jail? Am I that abnormal that I really enjoy helping the cast outs of our society? I saw a patient go home the other day who was with us for almost a year. He never had any problems except towards the end when he was about to be released; he had no place to go after he left and he voiced suicidal thoughts that got him sent to lockdown at Jester. Some times I have to wonder what was really so bad about the old style state hospitals that while they warehoused people they at least took care of them. Jesus hung out with the tax collectors thieves and hookers of his time, “the scum of the earth”. Are you Thomas faulting me for doing the same?Lady p
“I commend you, Lady P, for being the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you for reminding us that Mr. Whitaker presents only one side of a multi-faceted story.” Anonymous
Most of the people you’d call “good” leave, either to a completely different occupation, or at least out into the general population buildings. I know there are some terrible officers out there, too, but the real problem I’m discussing deals with ad-seg, the prison within the prison. I was going to include my usual disclaimer here about how the majority of guards are “normal people, just working a job,” but I think I have been doing a disservice to the reform community with my attempts to be civil. I no longer think it is normal for anyone to want to work here. I’m not saying they are all evil, but there’s something . . . narrow . . . about these people. They know so little of politics, or culture, or even the state they call home. They have all of these blinders on towards stories on exonerations, or movements in blue states to rehabilitate prisoners instead of constantly demonizing them. To learn of such things would puzzle and shock them. It’s sad.
I used to believe that the easier information became to access, the more responsible we would be. Old traditions would fall, efficiency would rise, and we would finally start living up to the potential of our species. You see this in some places, some people. Others, however, barricade themselves up into hermetically sealed communities, where they are seldom if ever confronted with realities, facts, and truths that run counter to their own experience. Knowing this, I seem to collect certain trivia that seem useful for popping these bubbles, such as the tale of Mathias Maccumsey that I included in my “Eritis” article, They’re toxic things, but that’s the point. They hurt. They shock. They’re supposed to make you take a hard look at your assumptions, to realize how much distance we still have to travel. We cannot begin to locate the Good until we realize that we aren’t already good, you understand? The complacency of the supposedly righteous does more evil than every sociopath ever born. That’s why I thought the themes of my original article might be important. I thought they would give some of you pause. I honestly don’t know what to do if they don’t work. No one should be that empty.
You know what would make me believe you, Lady p? Two things. First, go spend a few hours studying how other advanced nations approach the concept of criminal justice. (Hell, just go look at how blue states in our own country do it.) Just a few hours, nothing too onerous. I think that is all it would take to open your eyes a little to what is actually considered “normal” by global standards. Ask yourself this: what are we, the citizens of Texas, actually getting for all of these billions of dollars, all of this misery? Because we are alone in how we are trying to solve the crime problem, and I submit to you that the prison and the supporting philosophical justifications for the prison create more crime than they ever solve. So, do your little investigation, and when you are done, start documenting some of the more troublesome events you witness on a daily basis. I know you see things regularly that you would like to change, things that you feel shouldn’t happen, Gather all the data that you can without imperiling your employment, and store it away. One day, you are going to leave – everyone does eventually. When you do, send this file to The Texas Tribune, The New York Times, Senator Whitmire, the DOJ, and anyone else you can think of. You can do so anonymously, if that makes you feel better. Be the moral human being that you claim to be. Then I will believe you. And may I suggest to the rest of you that if you are “troubled” by the things I describe but continue to vote Republican, all of your concerns aren‘t worth a dammed thing?
The title of the article that spawned all of this was, in retrospect, more of a gamble than I had realized, more akin to a message in a bottle that I tossed hopefully out past the breakers. It’s from the Bible, from the creation myth found in Genesis. The snake-cum-Devil-cum-theodicy evasion attempt tells Eve that if she eats the fruit of a certain tree, she will be like God, understanding good and evil. I actually wasn’t intending it to be ironic. I foolishly hoped that we had arrived at the point where – when it comes to mass incarceration and solitary confinement, at least – we could now recognize the difference between right and wrong. Irony, I see, will not be denied on the internet. Maybe this is the hell that the Universe (or whatever) has chosen for me, that I would finally come to understand what it means to be deeply good, then be unable to make others understand me when I try to write about it. I have this fear, this creeping shadow of a thing that I feel stalking me from my youth. It whispers that the discourse of morality is the language of sheep, that when the pleasant fantasy of the flock is riven by the sudden rush of fang and claw, there is no “right,” no “wrong,” only power: those who wield it well, and those who do so poorly. If I listened to this rumor, if I thought that all hope for a better world was pointless, I’d be tempted to mash my foot down on the accelerator, throw the steering wheel out the window, and then let you decide whether to swerve or not. I know in my heart that there can be no victory in such a decision, only mutual defeat. I know that the only way to win this game is to make sure that we both swerve. Better yet: to make sure that we never get into the cars to begin with, because Chicken is what happens when the rationality of the Prisoner’s Dilemma falls apart. The problem is that I don’t know how to convey this message to the man in the other car. He is so addicted to the concept of a zero sum game that he can’t even begin to imagine an alternative, a place were everyone gets to heal. How does one confront such a man in a way that does not convert you into him? What is a good man to do when the good ceases to matter?
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A Friend
September 11, 2016 at 12:20 amcontinued from above…
Where does that leave me? That's not always easy to see, harder still to find. Personal growth is the north star in my particular sky, but more often than not this is just flowery language I use to keep myself from losing my mind. I guess I take Socrates' view, that I don't know whether it is better to be alive than dead, and that in this state of ignorance, the best I can hope for is to bear either life or death with as much dignity as I can muster. I've tried to live my dying in an active sense, totally awake and conscious, and I suppose if I were to have my sentence commuted, I'd try to live within that barred eternity in the same way.
Were you looking for specifics? I guess I could say that I am still learning to live within my poverty. I have become more intimate with hunger and deprivation, but I still rage at it sometimes. I think given more time I would become more philosophical about it, learn to do without even the small comforts I seek to claw out for myself on a daily basis, and to stop fretting over why so many people that claimed to care about me seemed content to leave me here with nothing. That's one that I am definitely still working on. Let's see; I'd like to learn a third language, either German or French, probably. This has been on my list for a while, but I know the limits of my intellect and I always knew that I would need a totally clear calendar for three or four years, something that has never been possible for me whilst on death row. If I ever did manage to crack the support code, I'd like to take a shot at earning my PhD, now that I'm finishing up my MA. I don't honestly know if I have the intellectual firepower requisite for such an undertaking – I tend to think not – but I won't know until I try. I could list a few other projects, but the point I'm trying to make is that I will never be "okay" with this place, but I will always find a way to deal with its vicissitudes because that is who I am: that is the primary attribute of the man that prison has made. I understand that all of this exists to punish me; I accept this, and am duly punished. I understand that all of this exists to kill me, and I will be duly killed. Within the confines of those necessities, I am carving out a space for me to do me. If it's not okay, so be it.
A Friend
September 11, 2016 at 12:20 amThe following comment is from Thomas Bartlett Whitaker:
In response to Anonymous @ August 10, 2016: On Monday, I learned that a good friend of mine was denied by the 5th Circuit, meaning he will be getting a date shortly. I became a vegetarian last year, and the beans on my lunch and dinner trays were spoiled. I got nothing at mail call. On Tuesday, I spent all day working on my thesis, and probably won't end up using any of it, it was so poorly structured. Today, they shut the water off at 4:30am without bothering to tell any of us about it. In the dayroom, I sold a and a on the black market. I used the stamps I earned to buy a that I flipped for two and an . It took me an hour, but I was able to unload these for enough stamps to pick up a few novels and enough food to last me the next three days, if I stretch it. As I was working through my little routine, I had to duck a multimillion dollar camera system and dodge the picket officer and the two rovers. This latter contingent wasn't terribly difficult to con, as they spent the entire morning sitting on the metal trash cans by the picket, eating honey buns and complaining about how ragged they were being run by the new major. Somehow amidst all of this trepanning godawfulness, I managed to refrain from opening my veins all over the dayroom floor. Don't ask me how. It‘s a continual mystery to me, too, and I say that only mostly in jest.
So, in response to your question: would I be "okay" having to live the next 40 or 50 years like this? That's easy: hell no. But that is also completely besides the point. You live in a world backgrounded by a field of choices, of getting to choose. My existence is backgrounded by a complete lack of autonomy; the idea of entering a convenience store and being able to walk in whatever direction your brain desires has moved beyond the fantastical to me, no different than the dragons on Game of Thrones. People in my position don't get to have friends of choice, only associations of convenience, people that we more or less put up with because they are marginally better than the perverted fuck that was in their cell before them. We don't get to listen to music that moves us in that deep way that I can't explain but am confident you understand, only the trash that local radio beams out. Food isn`t eaten for taste, only sustenance. And that is more or less as it should be. There are things that one can do that violently sever you from a life where goals and dreams are things to be reached for in confidence. I did one of those things, so being "okay" with much of anything seems inappropriate to me. (continued below…)
Sarah
September 9, 2016 at 7:32 pmI just watched the episode of Forensic Files dealing with your case. I am against the death penalty. It doesn't deter people from killing and it doesn't teach anyone anything. The prisons in this country are appalling to me. My former brother in law works in a prison and he used very derogatory language when referring to inmates. Our whole "justice" system is broken.
CS McClellan/Catana
August 11, 2016 at 5:22 pmTo Anonymous of August 10 — In case Thomas doesn't get to your question. He wrote a post about this quite some time ago. If I remember correctly (it was really a long time ago), he wasn't happy about the prospect of spending the rest of his life in prison, but said that if it happened, he would love to teach. Of course, I have no way of knowing whether his feelings have changed in any way. I do know the world be much better for allowing him to live and teach.
Anonymous
August 11, 2016 at 12:41 amI don't believe in the death penalty for any reason, ever. I don't know if anyone has asked you this question before; if you received a life sentence instead of the death penalty would you be okay with that? If so why?
Anonymous
August 9, 2016 at 1:51 amYour mind is endlessly fascinating and deeply intriguing. Stunning and electric. I wonder what this world will do without your voice? I already feel grief at the thought…
Ken
August 1, 2016 at 3:02 pmGreat article, Thomas. Thought-provoking, candid and well written. I continue to enjoy your feedback to the audience as you continue to try to give a voice to the voiceless. Your articles always give me thought for reflection. Keep them coming and continue to do what you do best – speak out. Be well, Ken
Snejana
July 31, 2016 at 2:19 pmHello, Thomas.
I'm a reader.
I visit MBS site regularly for the last few months.
When I started to look at your previous posts, I found those ones (of your and Steve Bartholomew),
addressed to the mute public who listens and never talks back.
So, I guessed – I was the one…
But I have some little excuse: my English is horrible.
(Thanks a lot for providing the comment's "window" with corrector program, btw!)
I speak French here, where I live, and my first language is Slavic one.
Sorry in advance for my broken English…
…And I was almost "paralyzed" by the level of the texts I've found on MBS:
they are fantastic in every possible way.
They are honest, utterly intelligent, and well written… I felt as a student in classroom, kind of…
(I didn't even think that I would comment anything!)
I experience such a complex mix of thoughts and emotions every time after the reading!
First …Yes, I'm sad that you are where you are: I'm totally aware about what this kind of treatment looks like,
(whatever you did to get in, it is not human – to treat you like this, period) –
I have pen pals in different spots in US and some of them spent decades in holes,
(they are back in general population units now, fortunately), so, I know.
I hope you will be out somehow one day, you too.
And second… I feel relieved – as I do when I hear or read somebody's words that put
my boiling "pre-thoughts" into the clear and finished form:"…Oh, year! Thats it!…"
This is a double pleasure: to find an explanation/formula and the person who is in the same state/mood
at the same moment. I feel less lost or crazy…
And it's sad as well ("as Hell") to me, because it means something weird happens in this world,
(or in "my world") if I have to "go to prison" to meet people who think and feel like me…
…No, nothing wrong for me with you stopping to be "a journalist" and going "inside" of your mind.
I'm here in the outside world: a lot of things to do and any kinds of distractions in my disposition,
but I feel going "deeper in myself" as well, – may be it's about age… May be it's about having a time
to go there, now, when my kids got grown, or just being sick of all this mess, sorry, and trying
to find some logic to it.
And one more thing:
When we go deep "inside" of ourselves we go straight into open space, actually 🙂 – as to analyze
how it works, that "inside", we need to use such a huge data base…that all your journalism themes
are in, anyway.
…The most nerve-wracking thing for me right now is to observe the phenomena of denial, in
all the forms and colors… Amazing, right?…I try to figure out what I can do for not to be an actor
of this show, but it's not clear yet.
The saddest part of all that, as I see it, that this ability to ignore the obvious isn't "good" or "bad"
in itself: we are wired like this. In some situation denying could be the way to salvation for our psyche, no?…
But our society turned it against us in so many ways, that I can't stand it anymore.
The people, who make this site, have definitely found their way to fight back – kudos to all of you
and thanks a lot!
Love,
Snejana
Joe
July 30, 2016 at 10:47 pm"Bring your data, or I'm going to sink your battleship"
Love it!
Great to see a post from Thomas again; it's been too long. It's monstrous how the TDC attempted to prevent inmates from posting their views online.
I'm wondering how the graduate education is coming along.
Would love more "No Mercy For Dogs" entries. That's something only Thomas can write.
Jenneke
July 29, 2016 at 1:48 pmHi, Thomas,
Thank you for another well written thought provoking article. I always enjoy reading your pieces, as they give insight into a place that is well beyond anything we can imagine. At the same time it pains me that you're still there.
I don't live in the States and my country doesn't have the death penalty. I never saw it as a deterrent, merely an extension of pain. It pains me to see that my country is hardening up in that respect; people crying out for harsher punishment for even the smalllest things. Who cares you had to dumpster dive when you were a child to get food, if you commited a crime you must be evil. It's very much like you described in another article, about inmates who sometimes attack guards and it's then automatically believed that this must be because they're inherently evil. And all the while we forget that they were the children that fell through the cracks, that didn't recieve the help and care they needed. Just for that, I'd say, you'd seek to help them rehabilitate, so they can try and built the life that they were never taught how to. Sadly, not many people agree with me these days.
I'm not going to claim that I understand you, that'd be arrogant, but I think I can follow your trail of thought to an extend. For the most part, I'd like to believe that I'm surrounded by people who are good and want to leave the world in a better state than in which they found it. And then I read an article's comment section and by the time I'm finished I firmly believe that the only hope for this world is for it to be cleansed by fire. Article's on prisoners, refugees and Muslims will do nicely. The hatred spewed is nothing but mind boggling and shocking and yet they somehow see themselves as the better person, and as the ones who are "right". Anyone else is a bleeding hearts' liberal of course…
You set out on a mission to inform and teach people about life on death row, what it's like, what you see, what it does to the people there, not knowing if it's going to work, if you'll get through or if people even care for that matter. I believe that you do, or people wouldn't keep coming back to this site. I do believe we need to keep hearing from you and the other writers, so that we know, so that people who dare to take those babysteps in questioning the prison system can find honest voices of what it's like. And I do believe they are there.
Love, Jenneke
urban ranger
July 29, 2016 at 2:37 amHello Thomas, good to see you back again.
For what it's worth, it took me a long time to realize that most people on this planet
are struggling to keep their own lives afloat, never mind trying to muster the energy make positive social change in the
wider world. You can show and tell about prison conditions and it probably isn't going to make much difference.
But the fact that you make the effort is important in itself. Better to light a candle etc.etc….
Thank you for continuing to challenge everything. Your pieces are always worth reading.