To stop drugs and weapons from entering jails and prisons, many corrections agencies bar family members from mailing packages or bringing them during visits. Those who want to send food, clothing and other gifts to incarcerated relatives — at any time of year — often must go through private vendors.
An inmate who grew up worshipping Hitler forces a reading group facilitator to challenge her own beliefs.
The mixed blessing of an internet posse.
The Government Accountability Office created a fictitious law enforcement agency and applied for military-grade equipment from the Department of Defense. And in less than a week, they got it.
Since I've been caged for over 20 years myself, I had nothing to bring to the table. The closest I'd ever come to something like this was seeing computers on TV.
Ronald Elston spent more than 30 years in prison, with no preparation for what he would do if he got out.
Nearly a hundred years ago, a Connecticut lawyer walked into court and made a presentation that, in the words of legal titan Felix Frankfurter, “will live in the annals as a standard by which other prosecutors will be judged.”
My brother was serving a life sentence, and I knew all too well the devastation that long-term prison sentences could have on a family. That’s when something clicked: I didn’t want to put another human being through that.
Before I worked in a prison, I certainly thought prisoners were different from normal people. They didn’t feel pain like I did; being abused wasn’t as bad for them as it would be for someone like me, I figured.
"Dying is the easy part. Waiting years to be executed, with no one to connect with — that’s the nightmare."
Police want a sample. They can do it the easy way, or they can do it the hard way.
In Chicago and elsewhere, rookies are cannon fodder while vets police the suburbs.
An inmate reflects on the events leading up to the night he shot and killed a man.
I get sent to the hole all the time. Not because I’ve done something wrong, but because I’m the barber, which means I’m also the best friend of every guy in there. I cut everyone’s hair, from murderers and rapists to first-timers put in for a fight.
Violent crime is up in some places, but is it really a trend?
Sometimes you can hear night terrors — there’s plenty of PTSD in America’s prisons. Sometimes, you can hear bathroom noises; mostly gas with the occasional burst of explosive diarrhea. And inevitably, you hear conversations — sometimes whispered, more often ludicrously loud.
Tens of thousands of people every year are packed into vans run by for-profit companies with almost no oversight.
Before Moochie was a murderer, he was something of a savior inside our home. He was the son who had protected my mother from an abusive husband. The brother who shielded the rest of us from the bullies down the road and the kids who made fun of my stutter.
Two years ago, a Belgian Malinois named Drako earned a flurry of press attention when his owners at the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation announced he had found his thousandth contraband cell phone in the prisons. But Drako was only one of the growing number of dogs around the country trained to find cell phones.
In Tennessee and other states, former felons can’t always afford it.