Stigmatization Sticky of San Diego I have been incarcerated for well over nine years and in that time have met many people. Most enter into my life as acquaintances and leave just as fast as they came, while others take the time to get to know me (or I them) and we, eventually, become friends. This process does not happen overnight. Perhaps I am a difficult person to like. I really don't know, it is something those others must answer. I am here to do my time, not let the time do me. Nevertheless, a small percentage of those guys have become very good friends. Should it matter that I didn't meet my valued & trusted friends in a professional office setting, on a job-related construction site, a college campus, but on a prison yard? Sure, for the past 9+ years, every one of the respected friendships I have made has one thing in common: they are all felons. Does this make them any more or less men? One thing is for certain. The gentlemen in my inner circle are all trustworthy, sober, would give me the shirts off their backs, and will be my friends until I leave this earth, long after prison. Very recently, some friend I made along the way sent a letter to me at my father's house. No doubt, it was a person I met at another joint and gave dad's address so he could stay in touch. One thing people learn about me is that the anonymity of my family is sacred. I do not simply just hand out the address to just anyone, only friends — good friends. Unknowingly, my dad put the letter into an envelope and sent it to me where the authorities promptly intercepted it and returned it to him with a note explaining the rules and "dangers" about contact between inmates. There was no way my dad could have known not to send it. This all happened months ago. Recently, on the phone, he enlightened me to all this info. Not knowing who this person is or was, I asked him. Surprisingly, he became quite evasive. First, he told me he didn't know the name, then he'd have to go look for the letter. Eventually, I realized I will never know which friend is trying to stay in touch. It saddens me because it's now quite clear that my own flesh & blood has put me and my judgment into the same class as society deems for every felon. Am I thought of as an irretrievable, poor judgment, piece of shit with that dreaded black cloud of malefactor looming over my head for the rest of my life? The answer is yes. They may not say it but my extensive strides toward rehabilitation will never amount to squat in their eyes. Do these people really think all letters between convicts are plans for crime or kill-kites among prisoners? Seriously? We are inmates, surely we must be up to no good. Right? Could it possibly be that I met a down-to-earth, stand-up guy, we became friends and would simply like to pass along a friendly hello? How are the wife & kids? Is business good? Are you still ...? Obviously not. I can not even get the name of my friend. Why even tell me about it in the first place? I would have never known. I am hurt. I am baffled. I am a criminal and will be viewed by most people as shit for the rest of my life. God Bless All. Letters to the Editor Dear Sam, Thank you for dignifying Mockingbirds Are Endangered [September, page 2], and being a faithful grammatical janitor; cleaning up my literary messes. Upon reading your article Maybe [September, page 1], I thought to myself, "Where is he going with this?" Then, WOW, your allegory came out, SPOT ON! There are none so blind than those who will not see. Kudos to your efforts, and strength that all heroes need, in trying to remove the morality blinders most of society walks around with. I remain, In admiration and appreciation, —Robert H. Outman Prisoner P-79949
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Hey Sam, I don't consider myself to be a genius, but while sitting here in my little prison in [location withheld] thinking, I just figured out the best fair solution to picking our next new president and vice president, and if you have ever saw that TV game show "Jeopardy" then you will understand just how smart those people must be by their quickly answering all of those really tough rapid fire questions. And you see I figured that anyone who is actually smart enough to win on that TV game show is no doubt the smartest person on the planet and they should win the right to be our president. And whoever is smart enough to win 2nd place, is no doubt the 2nd smartest person on the planet and they should win the right to be our vice president. What ya think? If a man and his wife are both arrested for committing a crime together then this married couple must both be put into the same prison cell together, because prior to their arrest, they both took legal binding marriage vows, that for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, that they are now both legally bound under oath to remain together forever 'til death do they part. And now for these legal reasons it is the duty of our state and federal governments to honor their marriage license, and their holy sacred marriage vows by designing and building a "safe married couples only prison" to help accommodate all of their special needs and requirements Will you please put [identity withheld] on your mailing list? —Howie On page 2 of the November 1994 issue, I published an article called Miss Management. In that article, I suggested that the president could be selected in a Mr. President contest, similar to the Miss America contest. It still seems like a good idea to me. Your idea's okay, too. I don't start a subscription for somebody unless he requests it himself. I don't like to send unsolicited material. —editor Dear Sam Milam, or whom ever is in charge of your subscription department. Please send me the Frontiersman. I like that you post letters from inmates. Your 'zine in a way is an outlet for us inmates to have a voice against the prison industrial complex. I'm unable to pay, but am doing 22 years. I am hoping to shorten that through appeal. When I get out I would be happy to donate some of my income to what you do. You are a god send. Thank you. Have a blessed day. — a prisoner Dear Sam: I am writing to let you know that I have moved and am now in a much better place. The new prison used to be one of California's women's prisons. They kicked the bitches out and, a few years ago, made it a men's prison. I had quite the collection of FRONTIERSMANS from over the years but, to keep under my allowed 6 cubic feet of personal property, sadly, I had to send them all home. I realize, having been at this new place all of five days, I should have made the request for change long ago. Why did I stay in the last hell hole that long? Well, one never knows if the new place will be as nice, really. Turns out it is ... and then some. Now, I feel foolish. I have always enjoyed and looked forward to your newsletter. Hope it continues. With respect Sir, —Sticky of San Diego Larry's ObservationSam Aurelius Milam III Back during the 1970s, while I was working as an engineer at the Nuclear Energy Division of the General Electric Company, I worked with a man named Larry. He told me a story of something that happened when he first left his rural home, to go to college. Larry and his father had loaded his stuff into the car, and were ready to leave. His mother had been fluttering around, nervously watching. Such departures can be difficult for mothers. Just as Larry was about to get into the car, his mother anxiously called him over to where she was standing. Larry's father wisely waited at the wheel while Larry walked over to see what his mother wanted. Nervously, and in a sort of conspiratorial tone, she warned him, "Larry, I want you to be careful at college. There are some bad girls in the big city." Larry told me that his mother was more than a little startled when he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mom. There's bad girls in the country, too."
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