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No Justice, No Peace
I place the blame firmly on the local police department, who should have anticipated, and prepared for, the feelings on the street in the wake of the verdict.
...corrections officials have tried to dispel the myth that white collar prisons are cushy.
"The sheets are 130 thread count un-ironed cotton, and the lack of windows results in almost no natural light whatsoever," said Donna Buhmper a guard at Camp Elgin in Walton Beach, Florida. "For Ms. Stewart, this could be the closest thing to hell she ever sees- until she dies, of course, and goes there for real."
Posted by Rand Simberg at March 07, 2004 05:37 PM
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Having lived next to the Eglin Federal Country Clu... er that is Prison. I can verify the 'harsh' conditions these 'hardened' criminals are laboring under...
And I do mean that I literally LIVED next to the prison. The base trailer-park (housing) is right next to the fence and my modular was less than 100' from the fence. In fact when Hurrican Opel blew through, about 150+ feet of the fence next to me was blown away. The prisoners were QUITE scrupulous to stay well away from the gap. No body wanted to 'get-in-trouble' or seen as trying to 'escape' since the might then have to go to a 'real' prison.
On the other hand, my elderly female cat 'broke-in' while the fence was down and had all the prisoners, as well as the guards wrapped around her paw in less than two hours......
Randy
Posted by Randy Campbell at March 15, 2004 11:38 AM
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