Friday, February 1, 2019

from a corrections guy

When I first started in the prisons in 1974 every prison had it's own farm outside the walls. We grew all sorts of vegetable crops, hay and we raised beef, pigs chickens and lambs all on inmate labor from the ones close to getting released.

Everything we raised and grew was served in the mess halls as honestly great and absolutely fresh food. I sat on a horse with a 12 gauge shotgun and 38 S&W overlooking the fields and never had a trustee try any dumb shit.

Then the liberals called it slave labor and we closed every farm, sold the live stock and let the farm fields get over grown. They eat canned and frozen veggies and garbage beef, chicken and pork plus powdered milk now but we could not assign them to work the farms.

We also had outside work crews that cleaned the trash from the roads and maintained the town fire house, church and cemetery lawns and they stopped that to for the same BS slave labor claim. The convicts loved getting out every day to work the farm and it was an honor for them while they actually learned some good skills in caring for animals and farming with tractors and machinery they had never seen while living in the city.

Socialist liberals fucked it up and the first few years after all the farms closed were a nightmare in the prisons while the cons had nothing to do and nothing to work toward like being an honor inmate and getting outside the walls daily.



This was written by a guy that was a corrections officer a while back. I found it to be interesting so I lifted it with his permission.





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