very interesting
I dont know if anyone will like this story half as much as I did..but I figured I would share anyways.
"As a freshman/sophmore in college, I was pretty heavy into the drug scene. I did lots of drugs, held lots of drugs, etc. I NEVER SOLD. Unfortunately, I got caught with a decent amount of GHB on me. It was for my and my friends use. Due to an ironic twist in the laws, I could be charged for the weight of the liquid that the GHB was diluted in and not the weight of the drug itself. This automagically bumped me up to an intent to sell, etc. (IIRC, it was possession of over 200g of a substance containing a schedule I controlled substance.) I took a plea deal and received the max sentence (3 years) on a state of Illinois class 4 felony. FYI, crimes in Illinois go Murder-->attempted Murder--> Class X big -->Class X small --> Class 1 --> Class 2 --> Class 3 --> Class 4 --> misdemeanor.
The prosecution had a questionable case on possibly getting me for a class X small that would've carried 6 to 30 years with a turth in sentencing clause (meaning I had to serve at least 85%). The case on possession, while solid, would never lead to me getting the max 3 years. So, in order to avoid the class X, I took the max on the class 4 (3 years).
FWIW, it isn't a true 3 years. Given I was a first time, non-violent offender, I automatically qualified for 50/50. 50/50 is one day off for one served, ie, I'm down to 18 months already. In addition, a prisoner in the IDOC can receive 3 months good time after both the first month and after 3 months served. So, my 3 year sentence is, in effect, a one year sentence unless one really screws around in prison. I was by no means a model inmate, yet I received my goodtime with no issue.
Onto the time....
the first thing is one is prosecuted and convicted in a certain county. For me, this was Peoria County. Funny enough, peoria county uses the black and white striped jumpsuits. They are the only county within Illinois to do so. The inmates add this to their list of complaints there as it does truly feel as though you are straight out of a cartoon or old-timey movie. Many of you are probably familiar with county jails. They are a piece of cake. A hinderence, but the only people who get [censored] with or [censored] up are those that go out of their way to create issues (excepting a few really bad counties). You sit around, get fed 3 square, share a 'pod' tv, sleep on a [censored] mattress, etc.
Once or twice a week depending on the size of the county (I think Cook might even have 3 days), a van or bus transfers the new convicts facing hard time to a receiving prison. Back when I was convicted, this was the Joliet Correctional Center. Many of you know of this prison. Joliet was shut done a few years ago for being outdated. It is the prison that now sets the scene for many tv shows and movies. Notably, Prison Break was filmed there and the movie "Let's goto Prison." It was also in the infamous opening scene of "Blues Brothers." Yes, I recognize many of the grounds when watching these shows/movies/commercials/etc. The original buildings date back to the 1850s IIRC and were last used as North Segregation, ie Isolation. I spent some time there, but that is jumping ahead in the story.
JOliet is very old school. Decks of cells with the sliding, closing barred gates. It's a 23 and one. 23 hours per day locked in the cell and one hour per day out for eating, yard, etc. This is an actual image of a cell
you can see the bar gates here:
So, Joliet was about 1200 inmates circa 2000. 800-850 were receiving. Every prisoner starts in receiving and then is assigned and farmed out to other prisons based on which best matches their security risk/ violance levels/ gang affiliations/ known enemies in the IDOC/ etc. During this receiving 'week,' prisoners go through a battery of tests and evaluations. I got a medical check-up, talked with a prison psychologist, took a math and reading aptitude test.
Prisoners are in their cells all day during receiving. Some guys shoot the [censored] and holler out into the hallway. Some guys try to adjust and fail miserably. Some guys are used to process after 2, 3, 4, 5, 6+ times doing it. I chose to keep to myself. My cellmate was a middle-aged guy who's marriage was obviously ending on this, his second, trip to the IDOC. He was trying to come up with ways to save it, but it was obviously gone. I just thought alot about things and get trapped within my own head.
This is also a time of pretty much block-out from contact with the outside world. Your family, friends, etc are not nodified of when you will be leaving Joliet and which prison you will end up at. The prisoners don't even know when they'll leave. Some guys are gone within 2 days...other guys take much longer. The average was 5 to 8 days. You only are notified at about 10PM the night before that you'll be on a bus by 7 AM the next morning. I got this notification much later than expected, about 10 days. Unfortunately, I was assigned to Joliet's general population from receiving.
To the casual observer, this would seem quite odd. Joliet's roughly 400 people in general population were kept separate from the receiving. Joliet was a maximum security prison kept for people who were likely never going to see the outside world again. For instance, one of my cellmates was a drive-by killer from some gang warfare and was sentenced to 36 years. He was considered smalltime for Joliet. So, how did I get to the this predicament?
Well, my biggest screw-up was the uber-pwnage I unleashed on the aptitude tests. Basically, inmates sit in a classroom and are given something like 120 minutes to complete a test to the best of their ability. Well, I stupidly aced the math test in about 15 minutes and aced the reading in less than 35. This was bad because the system assumed I was a person capable of rational thought. Add that into my nonviolent history and small sentence and I became a perfect candidate for outside grounds.
Every prison needs workers. They are full live-in environments. Many jobs don't require skill, etc. What better (ie cheaper) labor pool is there than the prisoners themselves. I got assigned to outside grounds. I shoveled snow out of the walkways, driveways, parking lots etc. I cleaned the front lobby for the visitors. I cleaned the general office quarters for the accounting and HR staff. I helped clean the Warden's office. I swept, mopped, buffed, etc. I was a glorified custodian who had contact with the outside world on occassion. In the past, these jobs were given to any inmate in the prison. However, the IDOC realized how stupid this was after a few escapes and bad publicity from multiple convicted rapists fleeing while supposedly shoveling the outside sidewalk of the prison. These jobs were now given to prisoners for whom escape didn't make sense and who wouldn't be a threat if they did escape (why am I in prison then?).
So, because I was smart enough to realize the 5 year+ to the sentence for attempting escape would suck for me, and my crime was light, I became a member of Joliet Correctional Center's general population and a member of the otuside grounds crew.
I worked 60+ hours/week for $0.15/hour. Yes, I got paid! Holla! Yes, there was even a store to purchase things at. Basically, prisoners are given 2 pairs of blue slacks, black boots, 3 pairs white sox, 3 pairs briefs, 3 t-shirts, 2 button up blue shirts, jacket, and skull cap. (I loved my skull cap BTW.) If you wanted boxers, you buy it at the commissary store. If you wanted all-white sneakers (no gang identifications allowed of course), you buy it at the commissary. If you want some little debbie snacks to supplement the glorius cafeteria meals, commissary is the ticket. Walkmans, made of clear plastic so as to avoid contraband) were available at commissary. You could also receive $50/ month into your commissary account via relatives/friends money orders. That is $50 max. Some long-timers did have 13" tvs with clear plastic shells. there was NO CABLE!
I didn't quite fit in at Joliet. (Anyone who knows me irl will testify that I am not likely to be a felon.) For one, I was much more educated. Another, my family background is stable. I wasn't and am not a violent person. I don't try to take advantage of people I meet, but prefer cooperation. At the time, I was heavy into lifting, so I wasn't as big a target as you might suspect a 5'8" white boy to be. However, I was still a target due to my short sentence and lack of affiliations.
Basically, the IDOC was quite dumb to put the outside grounds with the general pop instead of separating us to our own bank of cells. I had to mix with the double lifers (convicted for two separate life sentences so as to preclude the possibility of parole) for numerous hours per day. The good thing is that being locked in a cell for all but work and cafe times keeps one from being around others much. Unfortunately, I did have to interact far too often.
First, comes the cafeteria visits. You have to find someone to sit with and put up with. I found a few guys that didn't look affiliated with anyone or anything. The rest of the prisoners wanted nothing to do with them. This should've been a sign, but I was not a very exprienced inmate and missed what should've been obvious. One guy I ate with frequently was a smallish white dude, younger than me. It just so happened he killed his entire family with a hammer when he was 16. (Chris Churchill...who can be found here.) Another guy I ate with quite frequently was a former high member of some gang on the West Coast. He had actually never been convicted of anything in Illinois, but was part of a prisoner exchange program. Basically, gang members with pull around Illinois are shipped out somewhere west and that state recipricates by sending one of their powerful gang members to Illinois to be warehoused. I was somehat bi-lingual at the time and an asset to 'California' as he was called.
So anyway, I try to avoid people. I eat and share an occasional word with some very violent people. I'm coming off having my two big toenails removed. I spend most of the day standing up and shoveling snow or washing busses, while guys with shotguns watch me to make sure I don't look like I'm going to escape.
The bright side is I did get to write letters, and I was allowed 2 one-hour visits per week. Visits were interesting. I was allowed a hug and kiss at the beginning and end. Otherwise, I had to sit at a cafeteria type lunch table with hands visible at all times. My poor girlfriend at the time put up with alot of [censored]...no wonder we didn't last. One of the Greatest moments of my life was on one of her visits. I also got library access every once in awhile. Got to read From Here to Eternity, the Fountainhead, Atlas Shrugged, For Whom the Bell Tolls, East of Eden, Winter of Our Discontent, etc numerous times.
Otherwise, it sucked. I was working alot to the point I was physically wearing down. I don't suppose my toe ailments were helping at all as the ingrown nails resurfaced during the constant standing in poor footware. I was locked in my own brain alot. I'm usually quite good at being by myself, but this was not good. The other conditions were scary, at best, and I was slowly cracking.
After a few months, an intersting event happened and I was thrown into isolation, known as segregated pop(ulation) in the IDOC. As I said, I often ate with 'California.' California is a gang guy, who gets his self-esteem from the power and respect that he commands from others. The unspoken issue was that, though I wouldn't cross him ever, he knew that I didn't and would never 'respeck' him in my mind. I never said anything, though. One day, 'California' is beating on a guy during chapel time. I asked him if there was a better place to administer the beating as it was disrespectful to do so in the House of God....BIG MISTAKE. 'California' makes some veiled threats and I know I'm due a beating. I goto the cafeteria and sit by myself rather than at California's table. For those of you that have seen it, think American History X. It's now a given that the beating is coming. The next day, the guards are late in opening the gates to our cell floor coming back from dinner. California emerges and starts pummeling me. I finally do something smart and don't fight back at all. I've seen California's shives. I know he has influence with a few inmates. It's better to just take it. Guards emerge and don't realize anything has happened at all. I go back to my cell and some busybody with a grudge verse California reports what he saw. My lip is swollen and bleeding. The guards grab me and I am screwed. They take me into their cellhouse office. I am now completely screwed in ever rejoining the Joliet population. It doesn't matter that I've said nothing. Someone reported the weapons California has and the guards are all over me to tell them where they are since that endangers guards. I have no idea. The guards are pissed and throw me into segregated population/isolation. BTW, I believe I was in the same cell as Eugene V Debs for you history buffs out there. I hear through the grapevine (actually, from prisoners on the same bus as me being transferred about a month later) that the guards went to California's cell, tore it apart, and he went on a tirade threatening to kill about 15 different people including me, etc. I'm now listed as an official enemy of his in the IDOC system....pretty ridiculous all together.
The guard transferring me to the North Seg house was a dick and brings up an interesting point---most guards are/were complete dicks. It's part of keeping themselves safe. But, it's also more than that. The jobs are pretty dead end and they deal with a-holes all day. Eventually, they get sick of it. You are not a person to a guard and that should never be forgotten.
So, I get to isolation....24 hours locked in a cell. There is no work. My food is delivered through a slot in the door. I get 2 showers per week. I get 2 hours/visit per month. When leaving my cell, I must be fully dressed and stick my hands behind my back through the food slot. The wrists get cuffed. Only then is the door to the cell opened. I'm then escorted to the shower area and cuffed to the wall by the shower. Or, for visits, I get ankle shackles attached and a chain from waist to ankle. Segregated pop sometimes sucks as there is no distinction between those held a month for fighting (me) and those who have physically assaulted guards. We are just problem prisoners.
I actually liked seg. The time there went ok. I didn't have to see all the other prisoners. Those guys, for the most part, were complete a-holes. I could work out in my cell and read most the day. One hour per day, I was given a pen with which to write letters. Acutally, it was less than once per day as sometimes the guards had a stick up their asses and wouldn't hand out pens.....argh.
After the month in segregated, I'm shipped out. Obviously, Joliet is off limits for me. I get sent to a minimum security prison, Vienna Correctional Center outside of Vienna, IL (pronounced Vy-Anna--lol) in the middle of the Shawnee National Forest about 20 minutes outside of Paducah, KY. FYI-Southern Illinois has about 20 prisons located in it. Suburban people love seeing people convicted, but prefer they get shipped to the South. The South doesn't care as it's a job boon.
Vienna is a piece of cake. Seriously, this is like day-camp after where I was. It's a free movement prison during day hours (8AM to 9PM). Prisoners are in their rooms from 10PM to 7AM and for a daily check at 3PM. They are seriously rooms, instead of cells in Vienna. I only met one violent criminal there, and his crime was manslaughter for killing the guy that raped his daughter in a fit of rage. (He probably would've gotten off had he not driven from Mississippi to Chicago to do the deed.) The place had a library that I spent most of my days in. I was a nighttime janitor that mopped up my wing, took out trash, etc....about 1 hour per day. I read tons, played alot of chess. It was how I originally got into chess, which lead to poker. I stayed away from the weight pit as many of the prisoners there were bad news and to be avoided. I tutored my cellmate (celly was the term) through algebra II. I floated through my days trying to ruffle as few feathers as possible. Things were relatively uneventful. The only controversy at all was the day before my release from Vienna, I ate in the right side of the cafeteria, which was usually 100% people of color. The guys in my wing, especially the older ones, wanted to have a meal with me. It created a little stir, but everyone knew I was gone. Thus, no big deal.
Eventually, when a prisoner is within 9 months of their release date, they become elgible for ED (electronic detention), ankle bracelet stuff. It took me awhile, but after about 5 months served, I did the other 7 months on an ankle bracelet from my parents' house."
"As a freshman/sophmore in college, I was pretty heavy into the drug scene. I did lots of drugs, held lots of drugs, etc. I NEVER SOLD. Unfortunately, I got caught with a decent amount of GHB on me. It was for my and my friends use. Due to an ironic twist in the laws, I could be charged for the weight of the liquid that the GHB was diluted in and not the weight of the drug itself. This automagically bumped me up to an intent to sell, etc. (IIRC, it was possession of over 200g of a substance containing a schedule I controlled substance.) I took a plea deal and received the max sentence (3 years) on a state of Illinois class 4 felony. FYI, crimes in Illinois go Murder-->attempted Murder--> Class X big -->Class X small --> Class 1 --> Class 2 --> Class 3 --> Class 4 --> misdemeanor.
The prosecution had a questionable case on possibly getting me for a class X small that would've carried 6 to 30 years with a turth in sentencing clause (meaning I had to serve at least 85%). The case on possession, while solid, would never lead to me getting the max 3 years. So, in order to avoid the class X, I took the max on the class 4 (3 years).
FWIW, it isn't a true 3 years. Given I was a first time, non-violent offender, I automatically qualified for 50/50. 50/50 is one day off for one served, ie, I'm down to 18 months already. In addition, a prisoner in the IDOC can receive 3 months good time after both the first month and after 3 months served. So, my 3 year sentence is, in effect, a one year sentence unless one really screws around in prison. I was by no means a model inmate, yet I received my goodtime with no issue.
Onto the time....
the first thing is one is prosecuted and convicted in a certain county. For me, this was Peoria County. Funny enough, peoria county uses the black and white striped jumpsuits. They are the only county within Illinois to do so. The inmates add this to their list of complaints there as it does truly feel as though you are straight out of a cartoon or old-timey movie. Many of you are probably familiar with county jails. They are a piece of cake. A hinderence, but the only people who get [censored] with or [censored] up are those that go out of their way to create issues (excepting a few really bad counties). You sit around, get fed 3 square, share a 'pod' tv, sleep on a [censored] mattress, etc.
Once or twice a week depending on the size of the county (I think Cook might even have 3 days), a van or bus transfers the new convicts facing hard time to a receiving prison. Back when I was convicted, this was the Joliet Correctional Center. Many of you know of this prison. Joliet was shut done a few years ago for being outdated. It is the prison that now sets the scene for many tv shows and movies. Notably, Prison Break was filmed there and the movie "Let's goto Prison." It was also in the infamous opening scene of "Blues Brothers." Yes, I recognize many of the grounds when watching these shows/movies/commercials/etc. The original buildings date back to the 1850s IIRC and were last used as North Segregation, ie Isolation. I spent some time there, but that is jumping ahead in the story.
JOliet is very old school. Decks of cells with the sliding, closing barred gates. It's a 23 and one. 23 hours per day locked in the cell and one hour per day out for eating, yard, etc. This is an actual image of a cell
you can see the bar gates here:
So, Joliet was about 1200 inmates circa 2000. 800-850 were receiving. Every prisoner starts in receiving and then is assigned and farmed out to other prisons based on which best matches their security risk/ violance levels/ gang affiliations/ known enemies in the IDOC/ etc. During this receiving 'week,' prisoners go through a battery of tests and evaluations. I got a medical check-up, talked with a prison psychologist, took a math and reading aptitude test.
Prisoners are in their cells all day during receiving. Some guys shoot the [censored] and holler out into the hallway. Some guys try to adjust and fail miserably. Some guys are used to process after 2, 3, 4, 5, 6+ times doing it. I chose to keep to myself. My cellmate was a middle-aged guy who's marriage was obviously ending on this, his second, trip to the IDOC. He was trying to come up with ways to save it, but it was obviously gone. I just thought alot about things and get trapped within my own head.
This is also a time of pretty much block-out from contact with the outside world. Your family, friends, etc are not nodified of when you will be leaving Joliet and which prison you will end up at. The prisoners don't even know when they'll leave. Some guys are gone within 2 days...other guys take much longer. The average was 5 to 8 days. You only are notified at about 10PM the night before that you'll be on a bus by 7 AM the next morning. I got this notification much later than expected, about 10 days. Unfortunately, I was assigned to Joliet's general population from receiving.
To the casual observer, this would seem quite odd. Joliet's roughly 400 people in general population were kept separate from the receiving. Joliet was a maximum security prison kept for people who were likely never going to see the outside world again. For instance, one of my cellmates was a drive-by killer from some gang warfare and was sentenced to 36 years. He was considered smalltime for Joliet. So, how did I get to the this predicament?
Well, my biggest screw-up was the uber-pwnage I unleashed on the aptitude tests. Basically, inmates sit in a classroom and are given something like 120 minutes to complete a test to the best of their ability. Well, I stupidly aced the math test in about 15 minutes and aced the reading in less than 35. This was bad because the system assumed I was a person capable of rational thought. Add that into my nonviolent history and small sentence and I became a perfect candidate for outside grounds.
Every prison needs workers. They are full live-in environments. Many jobs don't require skill, etc. What better (ie cheaper) labor pool is there than the prisoners themselves. I got assigned to outside grounds. I shoveled snow out of the walkways, driveways, parking lots etc. I cleaned the front lobby for the visitors. I cleaned the general office quarters for the accounting and HR staff. I helped clean the Warden's office. I swept, mopped, buffed, etc. I was a glorified custodian who had contact with the outside world on occassion. In the past, these jobs were given to any inmate in the prison. However, the IDOC realized how stupid this was after a few escapes and bad publicity from multiple convicted rapists fleeing while supposedly shoveling the outside sidewalk of the prison. These jobs were now given to prisoners for whom escape didn't make sense and who wouldn't be a threat if they did escape (why am I in prison then?).
So, because I was smart enough to realize the 5 year+ to the sentence for attempting escape would suck for me, and my crime was light, I became a member of Joliet Correctional Center's general population and a member of the otuside grounds crew.
I worked 60+ hours/week for $0.15/hour. Yes, I got paid! Holla! Yes, there was even a store to purchase things at. Basically, prisoners are given 2 pairs of blue slacks, black boots, 3 pairs white sox, 3 pairs briefs, 3 t-shirts, 2 button up blue shirts, jacket, and skull cap. (I loved my skull cap BTW.) If you wanted boxers, you buy it at the commissary store. If you wanted all-white sneakers (no gang identifications allowed of course), you buy it at the commissary. If you want some little debbie snacks to supplement the glorius cafeteria meals, commissary is the ticket. Walkmans, made of clear plastic so as to avoid contraband) were available at commissary. You could also receive $50/ month into your commissary account via relatives/friends money orders. That is $50 max. Some long-timers did have 13" tvs with clear plastic shells. there was NO CABLE!
I didn't quite fit in at Joliet. (Anyone who knows me irl will testify that I am not likely to be a felon.) For one, I was much more educated. Another, my family background is stable. I wasn't and am not a violent person. I don't try to take advantage of people I meet, but prefer cooperation. At the time, I was heavy into lifting, so I wasn't as big a target as you might suspect a 5'8" white boy to be. However, I was still a target due to my short sentence and lack of affiliations.
Basically, the IDOC was quite dumb to put the outside grounds with the general pop instead of separating us to our own bank of cells. I had to mix with the double lifers (convicted for two separate life sentences so as to preclude the possibility of parole) for numerous hours per day. The good thing is that being locked in a cell for all but work and cafe times keeps one from being around others much. Unfortunately, I did have to interact far too often.
First, comes the cafeteria visits. You have to find someone to sit with and put up with. I found a few guys that didn't look affiliated with anyone or anything. The rest of the prisoners wanted nothing to do with them. This should've been a sign, but I was not a very exprienced inmate and missed what should've been obvious. One guy I ate with frequently was a smallish white dude, younger than me. It just so happened he killed his entire family with a hammer when he was 16. (Chris Churchill...who can be found here.) Another guy I ate with quite frequently was a former high member of some gang on the West Coast. He had actually never been convicted of anything in Illinois, but was part of a prisoner exchange program. Basically, gang members with pull around Illinois are shipped out somewhere west and that state recipricates by sending one of their powerful gang members to Illinois to be warehoused. I was somehat bi-lingual at the time and an asset to 'California' as he was called.
So anyway, I try to avoid people. I eat and share an occasional word with some very violent people. I'm coming off having my two big toenails removed. I spend most of the day standing up and shoveling snow or washing busses, while guys with shotguns watch me to make sure I don't look like I'm going to escape.
The bright side is I did get to write letters, and I was allowed 2 one-hour visits per week. Visits were interesting. I was allowed a hug and kiss at the beginning and end. Otherwise, I had to sit at a cafeteria type lunch table with hands visible at all times. My poor girlfriend at the time put up with alot of [censored]...no wonder we didn't last. One of the Greatest moments of my life was on one of her visits. I also got library access every once in awhile. Got to read From Here to Eternity, the Fountainhead, Atlas Shrugged, For Whom the Bell Tolls, East of Eden, Winter of Our Discontent, etc numerous times.
Otherwise, it sucked. I was working alot to the point I was physically wearing down. I don't suppose my toe ailments were helping at all as the ingrown nails resurfaced during the constant standing in poor footware. I was locked in my own brain alot. I'm usually quite good at being by myself, but this was not good. The other conditions were scary, at best, and I was slowly cracking.
After a few months, an intersting event happened and I was thrown into isolation, known as segregated pop(ulation) in the IDOC. As I said, I often ate with 'California.' California is a gang guy, who gets his self-esteem from the power and respect that he commands from others. The unspoken issue was that, though I wouldn't cross him ever, he knew that I didn't and would never 'respeck' him in my mind. I never said anything, though. One day, 'California' is beating on a guy during chapel time. I asked him if there was a better place to administer the beating as it was disrespectful to do so in the House of God....BIG MISTAKE. 'California' makes some veiled threats and I know I'm due a beating. I goto the cafeteria and sit by myself rather than at California's table. For those of you that have seen it, think American History X. It's now a given that the beating is coming. The next day, the guards are late in opening the gates to our cell floor coming back from dinner. California emerges and starts pummeling me. I finally do something smart and don't fight back at all. I've seen California's shives. I know he has influence with a few inmates. It's better to just take it. Guards emerge and don't realize anything has happened at all. I go back to my cell and some busybody with a grudge verse California reports what he saw. My lip is swollen and bleeding. The guards grab me and I am screwed. They take me into their cellhouse office. I am now completely screwed in ever rejoining the Joliet population. It doesn't matter that I've said nothing. Someone reported the weapons California has and the guards are all over me to tell them where they are since that endangers guards. I have no idea. The guards are pissed and throw me into segregated population/isolation. BTW, I believe I was in the same cell as Eugene V Debs for you history buffs out there. I hear through the grapevine (actually, from prisoners on the same bus as me being transferred about a month later) that the guards went to California's cell, tore it apart, and he went on a tirade threatening to kill about 15 different people including me, etc. I'm now listed as an official enemy of his in the IDOC system....pretty ridiculous all together.
The guard transferring me to the North Seg house was a dick and brings up an interesting point---most guards are/were complete dicks. It's part of keeping themselves safe. But, it's also more than that. The jobs are pretty dead end and they deal with a-holes all day. Eventually, they get sick of it. You are not a person to a guard and that should never be forgotten.
So, I get to isolation....24 hours locked in a cell. There is no work. My food is delivered through a slot in the door. I get 2 showers per week. I get 2 hours/visit per month. When leaving my cell, I must be fully dressed and stick my hands behind my back through the food slot. The wrists get cuffed. Only then is the door to the cell opened. I'm then escorted to the shower area and cuffed to the wall by the shower. Or, for visits, I get ankle shackles attached and a chain from waist to ankle. Segregated pop sometimes sucks as there is no distinction between those held a month for fighting (me) and those who have physically assaulted guards. We are just problem prisoners.
I actually liked seg. The time there went ok. I didn't have to see all the other prisoners. Those guys, for the most part, were complete a-holes. I could work out in my cell and read most the day. One hour per day, I was given a pen with which to write letters. Acutally, it was less than once per day as sometimes the guards had a stick up their asses and wouldn't hand out pens.....argh.
After the month in segregated, I'm shipped out. Obviously, Joliet is off limits for me. I get sent to a minimum security prison, Vienna Correctional Center outside of Vienna, IL (pronounced Vy-Anna--lol) in the middle of the Shawnee National Forest about 20 minutes outside of Paducah, KY. FYI-Southern Illinois has about 20 prisons located in it. Suburban people love seeing people convicted, but prefer they get shipped to the South. The South doesn't care as it's a job boon.
Vienna is a piece of cake. Seriously, this is like day-camp after where I was. It's a free movement prison during day hours (8AM to 9PM). Prisoners are in their rooms from 10PM to 7AM and for a daily check at 3PM. They are seriously rooms, instead of cells in Vienna. I only met one violent criminal there, and his crime was manslaughter for killing the guy that raped his daughter in a fit of rage. (He probably would've gotten off had he not driven from Mississippi to Chicago to do the deed.) The place had a library that I spent most of my days in. I was a nighttime janitor that mopped up my wing, took out trash, etc....about 1 hour per day. I read tons, played alot of chess. It was how I originally got into chess, which lead to poker. I stayed away from the weight pit as many of the prisoners there were bad news and to be avoided. I tutored my cellmate (celly was the term) through algebra II. I floated through my days trying to ruffle as few feathers as possible. Things were relatively uneventful. The only controversy at all was the day before my release from Vienna, I ate in the right side of the cafeteria, which was usually 100% people of color. The guys in my wing, especially the older ones, wanted to have a meal with me. It created a little stir, but everyone knew I was gone. Thus, no big deal.
Eventually, when a prisoner is within 9 months of their release date, they become elgible for ED (electronic detention), ankle bracelet stuff. It took me awhile, but after about 5 months served, I did the other 7 months on an ankle bracelet from my parents' house."