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Prior to my daughter's federal sentencing she was held in a corporate owned halfway house. She had to pay about $100 a week or she would have been sent to county.
The entire system is corrupt.
It costs approximately $30,000 a year to house an inmate in a medium security---give or take a few thousand. In return, there is no a/c in most places, very little heat, they give the guys rags to wear. The clothing an inmate wears is made by inmates that work in a prison industry clothing facility within in prison, so the clothing is made dirt cheap. And the clothes are RAGS.
A recent survey revealed that the average expenditure for one day's meals, was $ 2.89 for all three meals, which is less than a dollar a meal. Lots of gravy, bean, noodles, etc, really cheap food.
If an inmate gets sick all they prescribe for him at medical is ibuprofen, which is dirt cheap.
So I don't know what happens to the rest of the $30,000 a year, but you can bet someone is pocketing it.
And there is another way they make big bucks off inmates. Most of the minimum security facilities have work crews consisting of inmates who actually go off the compound during the day and do things like hold road signs, mow state parks, weed eat public facilities, etc. The prison system gets paid nicely from the Department of Transportation for these inmates labor. How much do the inmates receive for this work? Probably less than twenty cents an hours.
So the entire system is just a criminal enterprise run by the prison officials.
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Most of the time I just let the stupidity of the staff just run off my back, but not this morning.
On the morning of my release from prison, I had to take all my property and my clothes over to the laundry. Now you have to know that the state gave us rags to wear; it was really pitiful.
The DOC staff member that was in charge of the laundry was one of those jerks who always treated inmates like crap. I never did like him. He was about five foot four and weighed about 140 pounds, but he used his power to treat inmates badly. He was a redneck hillbilly and always had that stupid smirk on his face when he was screwing around inmates.
So I go over there and get ready to walk to central control to process out to be released.
He tells me, "Take that DOC shirt off before you go." He just did that to piss me off.
The cocky manner in which he said it did indeed piss me off.
So I ripped the shirt off, tearing a couple of buttons in the process. I threw the shirt at him and said, "Here you cocky little man. You can have your fifty cent shirt, but guess what? I am going home today. I will leave and get me a decent job and you will still be here washing out inmates underwear." All the inmates jaws dropped. I then said, "And something else. If I ever see you on the outside and you give me a reason, I will kick your ass up between your shoulders and take that badge off you and cram it down your throat."
The staff member just looked at me as he was speechless. I knew he could do nothing or even give me a misconduct, as it takes 48 hours to process a misconduct and I was getting ready to leave the compound in less than an hour. ha ha ha
Good memories.
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My daughter works in the kitchen for .12 an hour.
Just think if we could calculate the profit from free labour.