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"Woman in Cabanas" - Cecil Charles - New York World

"For Twenty-four hours I have been unable to read or write or indeed od much else than sit with a compress over my eyes, which are burning, bloodshot and swollen from the irritation of sunglare and horrible sand in the court of the Cabanas prison where I have spent a Sunday. It is a short sail or row across from he Caballeria wharf to Casa Blanca and the boats are full of people laughing and chatting gayly--thanks to the sanguinen Latin temperament--and carrying such little presents as they may be permitted to offer the prisoners after a rigid scrutiny of packages and baskets."

New York World  1896-08-07

II-"The Riot - William Recktenwald - Evening Independent

". . .I was walking the same floors that three other guards had walked before they were stabbed and beaten to death less than three months earlier.This was the Pontiac prison's North Cell House, and all around were eerie reminders of the July 22nd riot.  Only recently had plastic been put up to cover the broken windows. The four-tier cell house was lit by only a handful of bulbs; there should have been 10 times as many, but no one had replaced the smashed lights or repaired the wiring. . ."

The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune  1978-11-15

III-"Filth and Waste" - William Recktenwald - Evening independent

". . .Food was piled everywhere. That made life easy for the mice and roaches I'd seen around.  The odor of rotted food filled the air. Dirty utensils were scattered about. The floor look and felt as though it had been waxed with slime.In my week as a guard at the Pontiac prison, I had become used to scenes like this one on the cellhouse tiers. The inmates had been looked in their 9-foot by 5-foot cells for almost three months, ever since the July 22 riot in which three guards were killed.  Frustrated by the "deadlock," the inmates had retaliated by hurling food and excrement from their cells, fouling their own environment. . ."

The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune  1978-11-16

I-"Prison Guard" - William Recktenwald - Evening Independent

". . .The cellblock was filled with trash, excrement and spoiled food, all of it soaked with water that collected in puddles.  The air reeked of tear gas. Mace and smoke. A pile of bedding was on fire, and all the windows were closed. Men in the cells began screaming and clanging on the bars.This may sound like a description of the Pontiac state prison at the height of the riot there last July, when three guards were killed and three others seriously injured. And so it might have been in July. But this was Pontiac on October 11, almost three months after the riot; it was the scene as I entered the segregation cellblock to begin my first day as a prison guard. . ."

The Evening IndependentThe Chicago Tribune  1978-11-14

"Life at Sing Sing" - Henry Guy Carleton - New York World

"I have just emerged from Sing Sing. " I was immured there in loathsome captivity for two entire days with that well-known desperado, Bronson Howard, but by our combined ingenuity and strength we managed to baffle justice and elude the authorities, and are now again at large."The State prison at Sing Sing affords a conspicuous advantage to the student of human nature, if the student should previously have been thoughtfully inclined to homicide, arson, burglary, grand larceny, embezzlement, or the gentler arts of penmanship, the authorities will cheerfully enable him to pursue his studies of nature in that institution, and are prepared to guarantee him all the seclusion and freedom from rough interruptions by the outside world which his heart may desire . . . " . . . I saw the prison thoroughly. Every facity was afforded me by Warden A. A. Brush to pursue my investigation as I chose . . . "

New York World  1887-10-23

XI-"Behind Prison Bars: Tough Vigil: I Was a Guard at San Quentin" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-08

IXA-"Behind Prison Bars: Women's 'Campus' - Charles Howe -San Francisco Chronicle

"They call it 'The Campus' and at first glance California's only prison for women does look like a teacher's college in some suburb. But the 655 women doing time at the California Institution for Women near Chino, it is a place of confinement. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-04

IA-"Behind Prison Bars: California Penal System - World's 3rd Biggest" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

"California has 13 penal facilities that house rhw majority of the 24,000 men and women convicted of major crimes. Aside from China and the Soviet Union, California operates the largest prison system in the world. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-02-22

IV-"Officials Differ on Depth of Prison Drug Problem" - Athelia Knight - Washington Post

Four months ago, before I ventured down to The Avenue to find out how visitors smuggled contraband into Lorton reformatory, several judges said that drugs were so accessible at Lorton they sometimes thought they should send felons with drug problems elsewhere.  On Feb 22, D.C. Superior Court Judge Henry Greene did precisely that.  Robert S. Carter stood before the judge that day, waiting to be sentenced for selling heroin.  Carter had been a drug user for 10 years and had gotten into trouble several times because of his dependence on narcotics.  

The Washington Post  1984-03-07

III-"Threat of Violence Haunts Drivers" - Athelia Knight - Washington Post

Tony parked his camper in the usual spot, across the street from the Woodward & Lorthrop department store, and stepped out into the freezing rain.  It was 5:30 on Wednesday evening, four days before Christmas.  There were 50 to 60 people along The Avenue.  Some were boarding vans and campers such as as Tony's that were bound for Lorton Reformatory, and others, holiday shoppers, were waiting for the next Metrobus to take them home.  His hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the sleet, Tony walked down to the corner to see another veteran driver, a paraplegic known on the street as Donald.  They chatted for a few minutes, Donald up in the seat behind the steering wheel of his van parked near 11th and G, Tony leaning against the side window.  A third man appeared out of the darkness and confronted Tony in the roadway.  They exchanged a few words.  The man went into a boxer's crouch, clenched his fists, and punched Tony in the head, knocking him to the pavement, according to reports.  The blows were delivered with such swiftness that Tony never got his hands out of his pockets.  

The Washington Post  1984-03-06

II-"Visitors Make Drug Deliveries to Inmates" - Athelia Knight - Washington Post

Tony's camper reeked with the smoke and aroma of marijuana as it rolled up the hill toward the prison, carrying 25 women on their way to visit the men of Lorton.  The trip from The Avenue in downtown Washington had taken about a half-hour on this evening of Nov. 22.  It was enough time for some of the passengers to smoke a joint or two, and for one rider who wore her hair in tiny braids held by silver beads, to roll a dozen marijuana cigarettes.  I had watched her during the trip as she wrapped her dope - she called it "diamond" - in small sheets of paper, licked the ends shut, and placed the cigarettes in her breast pocket.

The Washington Post  1984-03-05

II-"No. 50061, Inside Maximum Security" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

 The aging forger slid over the bench where we were watching television.  "Did you really do it?" "Do what?" "You know. The murder."  I looked at him in astonishment.  Prisoners don't say things like that to each other.  It's the kind of question a clumsy informer asks.  "No," I told him coldly, "I didn't."  It was true.  I was in a maximum security penitentiary for murder.  But I hadn't killed anyone.  No one at the prison - warden, guards, inmates - knew that.  All they knew was that one night, two state policemen delivered me in handcuffs as a "transfer" from a distant county jail.  

The Washington Post  1972-01-30

I-"A Human Wasteland In the Name of Justice" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

". . . If today is average, 8,000 American men, women, and children for the first time in their lives will enter locked cages in the name of justice.  If theirs is an average experience they will, in addition to any genuine justice received, be forced into programs of psychological destruction.  If they serve sentences most of them will not be by decision of judges acting under the Constitution but by casual bureaucrats acting under no rules whatever; they will undergo a significant probability of forced homosexualism, and they will emerge from this experience a greater threat to society than when they went in.  . ."

The Washington Post  1972-01-29

VIII-"An Agenda for Reform of a Hell Behind Walls" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

". . . When you turned down Fourth Street you saw all the usual clues: the 14-food cyclone fence with escapeproof top, the 51/2-inch window frames looking normal but precisely to small for the passage of the human head, the high intensity lights around the perimeter. But something was wrong. The gate was wide open and nobody was guarding it. . ."

The Washington Post  1972-02-06

VII-"The Drive for Inmates' Rights" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

"It used to be that the favorite recreational activity of prisoners was playing baseball. Now it's filing lawsuits." says Evelle J. Younger, attorney general of California. Is there a new kind of person behind bars in the 1970s? More interested in politics than athletics? More militant, organized, and rebellious? Younger is right about the growth of lawsuits. There is a swelling tide of civil petitions flowing out of prison cells into courtrooms. These are not the traditional jailhouse appeals on criminal cases, which continue. The new phenomenon is civil petitions suing prison administrators for allegedly violating human and civil rights.

The Washington Post  1972-02-05

VI-"Rehabilitation: A Frayed Hope" - Leon Dash - Washington Post

". . .The 12-year-old boy thought he was alone in the dormitory of Cottage 7, sweeping under the beds.  But he wasn't alone.  A creaking wooden floorboard caused him to turn.  A 14-year-old fellow inmate of the old Industrial Home School For Colored boys (now Junior Village) was sneaking up behind him.  "He said he'd been watching me and said I was either going to fight him or let him have sex with me," Lawrence Smith Jr. recalls.  Smith refused.  The bigger boy grabbed him.  Smith pushed back.  They fought and Smith says he won that battle.  This was one boy's introduction, 18 years ago, to the world of District of Columbia "corrections" - to sexual assaults, fights and beatings behind the walls of institutions where juveniles and adults from Washington have been sent for the announced purpose of being rehabilitated. . ."

The Washington Post  1972-02-04

V-"Juvenile Prison: Society's Stigma" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

". . . The price list is posted in big red letters for every kid in the classroom to see.  Coffee break? $40.  Sit in the teacher's swivel chair for a whole period? $20.  Take a trip to the library for a book? Only 50 cents.  Get out of here entirely? $7,875.  You don't have the money? Just sign one of these contracts. "I will remain in my sear during the testing period. I will not talk to other wards..." up to $50 payment. "I will not fight with Chuck over the TV program"–$100.  "I will write out as closely as I can remember exactly what I said and exactly what Chuck said when we fought and then I will write out what I could have said to avoid a fight and still get my point across." –$300 . . ."

The Washington Post  1972-02-03

IV-"Female Homosexuality Prevalent" - Ben Bagdikian - Washington Post

 So far as anyone knew, she had a conventional sex life on the outside.  But shortly after she arrived at the Federal Reformatory for Women in Alderson, W. Va., she stopped telling people her name was Charlotte and said it was "Charlie."  Charlie soon discovered the mysterious ways some of the inmates got hold of men's clothing - desert boots, dungarees, T-shirts, zipper jacket, visor cap.  She began walking with a masculine swagger, talked tough, held a cigarette in the corner of her mouth, and shortly afterward established a relationship with another woman inmate whose manner was obedient and submissive while Charlie acted strong and protective.  They were thought of by the other inmates and by the staff as husband and wife.  

The Washington Post  1972-02-02

"A Fight for Reform" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .As county jails go, the Stanislaus jail at Modesto is among the worst in California. Sheriff Dan Kelsey, who took office two years ago, is the first to acknowledge this. The structure was built in 1910 to house 40 prisoners. Today, it has a daily average of 133 prisoners - and one day last year the total reached 200. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-10

"County Jail Reform Urged" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .A group of top men in Government, experienced in penology, have made concrete proposals on what we can do to remedy the shameful conditions now existing. Governor Earl Warren told me of his concern for the problem. 'The very large part of the inefficiency, much of the degradation and practically all of the brutality that you can find in the jails can be attributed to prisoner mismanagement . . .' "

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-08

"Behind California Bars" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"The league found some employers who would hire released prisoners. Several large railroad companies agreed to hire men for laboring work. The league talked to labor unions. In some cases labor unions waived initiation fees for six months so an ex-prisoner could get a job and get on his feet. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-07

"A Little San Quentin" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Last week, with Sheriff Dan Gallagher, I visited the county jail west of the Skyline boulevard in San Bruno. As we walked through the massive, clean establishment, he told me: 'This is a fine plant. But if we had it all to do over again, I think we would build it a lot differently ... a lot differently' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-06

"'Shame of County'" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Lieutenant Jim Gibbons, who is in charge of the jail, turned to me and said: 'One thing we do here is feed well. There's about nothing else you can say for the place' . . ." 

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-05

"Alameda Jail -- 'Best in Nation'" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Today, after five years of what Captain Creel describes as 'trial and error,' he believes that the Center is the 'best damn county jail setup of its kind in the country.' And he may be right. . ." 

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-04

VII-"A Brutal Beating In the Kern Jail" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

A man, moaning loudly somewhere outside my cell block, woke me suddenly that Saturday night in the Kern County Jail at Bakersfield.

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-03

VI-"Alcoholic as 'Tank Judge'" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

Duggan, "The Duke," a tall, thin dark-haired alcoholic met me as I walked into block "Left Three" of the Kern County Jail at Bakersfield on a sunny Friday morning two weeks ago. He was the assistant Tank Judge.

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-02-01

V-"Sex Perverts, Extortionists Run the Cells" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"A 23-year-old electrician, convicted of drunk driving, was shoved into a large tank cell in a Southern California County Jail two weeks ago. A squat man, languishing on the lower bunk of one of the small cells inside the tank rose to his feet. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-01-30

IV-"In S.F. Cell at 18, Al Learned Paths of Crime" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"It was in 1941 that Al, an 18-year-old from San Joaquin Valley, came to San Francisco to see how he could make it out on his own in the big city. He was broke and friendless. One day, he spotted a new red bicycle in front of a house out in the avenues. He needed transportation, so he stole the bike. It was the first time he had ever committed a crime of any sort. Two days later, he was caught. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-01-29

III-"Ugly Violence Behind Bars" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"There was violence, sudden and ugly, in the San Joaquin County Jail in downtown Stockton on Saturday night. It came without warning. We had just finished our evening meal, a poorly cooked stew, when the cell door opened and a man in his late forties was shoved in the door. He was neatly dressed in a sports jacket and slacks, with a pale green sports shirt. As soon as the door closed behind him, he began to beat on the door's bars with his bare fists. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-01-28

II-"Sordid Life in County Jails Exposed" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"After my first night 'on the boards' in the San Joaquin County Jail at Stockholm, it was with great relief that I learned I would get a bed to sleep in over the weekend. I had just made a routine appearance in court on the 'drunk charge' and the Judge had ordered me held over the week end for trial on Monday. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-01-27

I-"County Jails Exposed -- Story of Cruelty, Filth" - Pierre Salinger - San Francisco Chronicle

"I heard a heavy jail door clang behind my back two weeks ago. A Stockton policeman firmly led me by the arm to a battered desk. An inmate trusty looked at me unsmilingly and said: 'Empty your pockets on the desk' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1953-01-26

IV-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Like any other man in almost any other place, what an inmate needs to know most at Soledad is what is expected of him. The same goes for a prison staff, themselves part-time prisoners in the sketchy science of penology. 'When I first started on this job,' said a 10-year veteran correctional officer, 'we had a lot more contact with the inmate. Sure, our job was primarily custody, but it was also getting to know these men and their problems. Now, that's the counselor's job. I hate to even use the word, but I'm becoming more of a 'guard' than I was ten years ago' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-02-25

III-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Cal McEndree, the blunt-talking "Program Administrator" of the two wings was sent to Soledad last year by State Corrections Director Raymond Procunier in what was understood by most to be an effort to clean up the violent reputation of Soledad's adjustment center.  Since he has been there, McEndree, widely respected by inmates for his firm, but straightforward and honest manner, has let more men out of Soledad's "hole" than had been thought possible a year before. There is some belief among observers that McEndree may even succeed in closing down at least half of the adjustment center within the next year. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-02-24

II-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .To save money, Soledad Central was built along the contours of the gently sloping green fields of the Salinas Valley.The main corridor thus drops in a long graduated stairsteps and from the east end literally looks like an endless tunnel with only a pinpoint of light showing from the low end where the corridor opens into the big yard.Superintendent Cletus J. Fitzharris calls the corridor "a quarter mile of madness."About 1500 men live on their side of it. It is their only thoroughfare to everything that comprises their world for as long as a lifetime. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-02-23

I-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

"A free man in free man's clothing, because the authorities feared for my safety as an inmate, I lived in Soledad for a week - not a true prisoner, but as much a captive of the mind-smothering machine as the 3000 people who live and work there. Prison is never as simple as the tin cup tantrums and zoo cage loathing people insist on visualizing. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-02-22

XIV-"Behind Prison Bars: How Experts Want to Change Prisons" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

"Throughout California a number of dedicated men and women in and out of the Department of Corrections are quietly working to reduce the state's prison population by at least half. Here are some of their conclusions:  The amount of time a man serves behind bars has no relation to whether or not he will fail in the streets and be returned to prison.   Men convicted of property crimes - as opposed to violent crimes - never should be sent to prison. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-15

XIIIA-"Behind Prison Bars: Loneliness, Unemployment" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Richter had been out of prison for seven months and he hadn't been able to find a steady job. He sat in his small, neat Mission District room and he twisted his fingers. 'I've got to get to work, you see. I've got to make friends. There's this girl upstairs I'd like to take to the movies.' He reached in his pocked and extracted a coin. 'I can't take her anywhere on a dime.' He looked at his feet. 'You don't know what it's like to be lonely and without work. If it keeps us like this, I know I'm going back in the joint' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-12

XIII-"Behind Prison Bars: Prison Turmoil" - Jim Brewer - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .The violence remained centered in the mammoth east block of the prison, scene of five other knifing incidents within a 24-hour period Monday and Tuesday. Despite the attacks, about 1600 men from two cell blocks were allowed out of their cells yesterday in the 3200-inmate prison, and authorities said those men would remain on an 'unlock' status unless trouble developed among them. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-12

XIIA-"Behind Prison Bars: Quentin Stabbings - 5 Inmates Hurt" - Unsigned - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .A 'lockdown' of all but essential activities at San Quentin Prison was ordered at 2 p.m. yesterday by Warden Louis Nelson after five inmates had been stabbed in a 24-hour period. Inmates were returned to their cells and remained there except to march to meals under unusually heavy guard. Associate Warden James Park said there appears to be a 'pattern of retaliation' on the part of blacks, whites and chicanos despite the effort of inmate leaders to 'cool the situation' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-10

XII-"Behind Prison Bars" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .During the day I spent on the Special Security Squad at San Quentin Prison - inmates call it "the goon squad" - we ripped off Papa John's cell. We carried out seven pillowcases pull of everything from porn to extra clothing to unauthorized books and a surplus of cigarettes. We crawled through the prison's sewers like fugitives from "Les Miserables" searching for cut bars, heroin, or anything that could construed as part of a prison break - or for the thousands of items which are contraband for prisoners. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-10

XIIA-"Behind Prison Bars" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Sergeant Ivanov had taken a shank - a home-made knife - from a Chicano inmate and the word was that a fight was brewing inside San Quentin Prison. 'The word is that the Los Angeles Chicanos are feuding with the El Paso Chicanos,' Ivanov told the five of us. 'Maybe it's gambling, maybe something else. We're try to find out what the beef is so that we can cool it. While we find out, you guys go out in the upper yard and start shaking down' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-09

XII-"Behind Prison Bars: Why Prisoners Keep Coming Back" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Robert Thompson, the head of Vacaville's reception center, sees the problem this way: 'These men,' he said of Fred and his comrades, 'have failed at everything they've ever done. They failed in school; at their marriages; at raising their children; in the Armed Forces. And the fact they are here indicates they failed at crime' .  . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-09

XIA-"Behind Prison Bars: Vacaville, The First Stop" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Fred Crocker, wearing a suit of whites with a belly chain secured to his waist, stepped out of a sheriff's van last week and walked into the recesses of Vacaville Medical Facility. A fat youngster, who admitted he had been impersonating an ambassador of another country. Fred was arrested in a northern county on charges of forgery after he tried to hand a bogus $200 person check on a jaded bartender. Croker's case was relative fare at Vacaville, where felons from 47 of California's 58 counties are first sent (the rest go to Chino, outside Los Angeles), in that he has never been to the penitentiary before. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-08

XA-"Behind Prison Bars: The Meanest Con's Death Row Assault" - Unsigned - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .The meanest man in San Quentin kept up his reputation yesterday when he and a fellow Death Row inmate tried unsuccessfully to stab a correctional officer with homemade knives, prison officials revealed. Lawrence had gone to Lara's cell with medicine, but Lara was waiting with a spikelike device concealed under a blanket. He thrust it at the officer, but missed, officials said. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-05

X-"Behind Prison Bars: Guard Killed By Inmate at Soledad" -Our Correspondent - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Officer Robert J. McCarthy, 43, was the eighth man, including three officers to be killed at Soledad in the past 13 months. Hugo Pinell, 26, an inmate convicted of rape in San Francisco in 1965, and currently serving a life sentence for attacking a San Quentin correctional officer in 1968, was being questioned yesterday by Monterey country district attorney investigators. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-05

IX-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Suppose you became a felon - a convict - and they processed you through the incoming prisoner facility at Vacaville, stamped your name and number in an indelible file and sent you off to prison. What kind of place would you want it to be? How about a neat little retreat in the Tehachapi Mountains 4000 feet high at the end of a soft idyllic valley where you wear your own clothes, spend three days alone with your family every 90 days, live with other men in a dormitory like the one you had in college, vote on important issues like how late you can beat your drum at night, make your choice of learning one or more of 19 trades, complete your education, and rarely see a uniformed "guard?" It would still be prison. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-04

VIII-"Behind Prison Bars" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .California prison officials have an annoying habit of putting together two-syllable words to describe a one-syllable mess. Prisons are "correctional facilities." Guards are "correctional officers." And what inmates and staff alike most often refer to as "the hole" is officially known as "the adjustment center." Prison in California is like the descending levels of Dante's hell, with the adjustment center almost, but not quite, at the bottom. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-03

VIA-"Behind Prison Bars: Folsom --- Where the 'Elite' Meet" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Folsom Prison is a place so notorious it's almost a part of American folklore. The second oldest prison in California, and the epitome of the old "rock pile" concept. Folsom is the most outdated of the State's 12 prisons for men. It has fewer rehabilitation "programs," more armed guards and less planned recreation than any other prison in California. And, The Chronicle found, a lot of convicts think it's the best "joint" in the State. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-02

VI-"Behind Prison Bars" - Charles Howe - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Mulligan sat alone in his cell in San Quentin's B-Wing, a place of isolation for violent and recalcitrant prisoners. Inmates call it "the hole." Mulligan is only 23 years old, a convicted burglar with a long history of petty crimes behind him. Relatively passive on the streets, we could have been out long ago - if he had not violently resisted The System while inside prison. Mulligan has a swastika tattooed on his forearm - the one covered with self-inflicted wounds from a razor blade. Mulligan says he is a 'Nazi' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-02

VA-"Behind Prison Bars: The Prison Clientele is Tougher"

". . .'You know,' a correctional officer told me as we sat around the squad-room of a California prison, 'the trouble with these joints is that we're getting too many bad guys coming to them these days.' During The Chronicle's study of California's penal system, dozens of custodial officials said the same thing: more violent men are coming to prison lately. 'They aren't tougher than they were 30 years ago,' Warden Walter Craven of Folsom said. 'It's just that there are more tough guys around' . . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-01

V-Behind Prison Bars: Sex Fear Among the Cons" - Tim Findley - San Francisco Chronicle

". . .Nobody knows how many overt homosexuals there are inside California's prisons - but authorities do admit that homosexuality is a dangerous problem in the society behind walls. Some prisoners choose homosexuality. But some are forced into it - victims caught between terror of other inmates and the iron code against informers. Today, Chronicle reporters Tim Findley and Charles Howe explore that dark side of life behind prisons walls, part of their candid report on their three months inside prisons. . ."

San Francisco Chronicle  1971-03-01

V-"Doing Time" - Richard Stewart - Boston Globe

The large room where the alcohol session was held served a multitude of activities. Most of them took place at the same time. Lawyers met there to discuss cases with inmates. Social workers talked with new arrivals and counseled inmates with problems. Inmates came and went with books because the room also serves as the library. Guards occasionally walked in and shouted names of prisoners who were wanted elsewhere. In the midst of this frenzy, 13 men sat on benches and chairs against a far wall and discussed their personal bouts with alcohol and drugs while they smoked cigarettes and drank coffee from Styrofoam cups.

The Boston Globe  1983-12-31

IV-"Doing Time" - Richard Stewart - Boston Globe

In the semidarkness of the cell block, I was startled by the occasional eruption of sparks from the granite floor outside my cell. After a moment, I realized the inmates on the two tiers above me were flipping cigarettes out their cell doors. They were landing on the floor in the Flats. The Flats, as the first level is known, was everybody's wastebasket and ashtray. And my cell, No. 6, was in the middle of the row. 

The Boston Globe  1983-12-30

III-"Doing Time" - Richard Stewart - Boston Globe

I learned that was the rule in jail. If you borrowed something you paid it back twofold. Borrow a cigarette and pay back two. There was also a three-for-two rule. You paid back three cigarettes for two. That was a better deal since the profit margin was only 50 percent rather than 100 percent. Inmates were not allowed to have money. Each inmate's money was kept in his account at the jail canteen, which was only open Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Cigarettes were the principal mode of currency. 

The Boston Globe  1983-12-29

II-"Doing Time" - Richard Stewart - Boston Globe

 Through the barred door that separated me from the cell block, I could see inmates casually wandering the walkways of the three-cell tiers. Many were dressed as I was - in a mixture of olive drab and khaki. Others were wearing shorts. Some were shirtless, displaying a profusion of tattoos on chests and limbs. Most appeared young and lean, and, I mused anxiously, tough and mean. Would they resent an obvious middle-class, middle-aged man? Would they steal my cigarettes and underwear as the guard had warned? Would they threaten me or worse? How would they react if they found out I was a newspaper reporter in jail on a phony drunken driving charge? Would they assume I was put in jail to spy on them?

The Boston Globe  1983-12-28

I-"The Convicted: Doing Time" - R.H. Stewart - Boston Globe

Salem - The expression on the face of the secretary in the District Attorney's office was the first signal that I no longer was an accepted member of society. "We have a prisoner who is surrendering himself, Deputy Sheriff Frances Grace told her. "Is it OK if we let him sit here until they pick him up from the jail? The secretary had been smiling.  Now the look of fear was unmistakable. I felt a wrenching in my stomach. Then I felt anger.

The Boston Globe  1983-12-27

II-"The Convicted: Holding Down The Fort" - John S. Long - Arizona Daily Star

Peggy and I headed down a palm-lined Tahitian road to the tiny Moorea airport. It was Saturday, June 20, and we were ending our honeymoon in paradise. On the flight from Papeete to Los Angeles, we drank French beer, ate smoked salmon and watched a Francois Truffaut Movie. I awoke abruptly from my reverie the next day. Nervous. I moved about strangely in a starched khaki uniform I had never worn before. I was leaving Tucson for a two-week newspaper assignment as a guard at the state prison at Fort Grant.  

The Convicted (supplement to the Arizona Daily Star)  1982-08-08

I-"The Convicted: 'This Ain't That Kind of Prison'" - R.H. Ring - Arizona Daily Star

It's no surprise I wound up in prison. Like many of us, in this nation founded by outlaws, I have committed crimes. I have felt alienation. I have needed money.  I have hated the system, its sometimes oppressive laws and the men who make them. In a wilder period, about 10 years ago, I even did a little time - a few days in a county jail, and almost a week in a Canadian penitentiary. Vietnam-era stuff. What kept me out on the streets for the rest of my 32 years was mainly luck, and a leg up from having white skin and middle-class parentage. Simply, I got away with what others did not. But what did I care if I was caught? In a strange way, I wanted to go to prison.

The Convicted (supplement to the Arizona Daily Star)  1982-08-08