We single filed into the County Jail
through the metal detector. The Officer that met us at the entrance of the
Spanish Fork Correctional Facility was a kind gentleman with a gentile
disposition. "You the BYU group?" We nodded our heads. "What
class are you in for? “"In for" it was as if we were the ones going
into the cells. "Multi-cultural Education." We realized how racist
that seemed and decided collectively to say, "We're here for a secondary
education class." That's better, sounds less racial profiling. I admit
openly that what I saw during that tour disturbed me entirely. It opened my
eyes to the life of prisoners and even the life of officers. It was a humbling
experience in which I realized what freedom really is.
Officer Amos mentioned that most of
these convicts stay behind bars for 3-6 months depending on the severity of the
crime. Most are in for drug usage and distribution. He said once you land in
jail it starts the vicious cycle that turns into more of a life sentence. This
makes me ponder for a second. My high school was known for its drug busts. Most
of these convicts had been here since their teens. Officer Amos mentioned they
wouldn't last long in the system. Eventually they'd O.D. How many of my
classmates were in the jail now? What influence could I have been as their
peer? What influence can I be to my future students? A freedom writer’s scene
runs through my head where Hilary Swank is cussing out Mario for a paper he
wrote. We continue on with the tour.
When I thought prison I don't know why I
never expected to see that ALL of someone’s rights and freedoms were taken
away. We viewed these inmates like they were animals at a zoo. Each of them
stared back. I was afraid if I made eye contact they'd be angry on how
privileged I was. I grew up in a middle class loving family that had nurtured
me into the woman I am today. I looked away quickly less they realize my
privilege and feel even more ashamed. The younger ones act out more than the
older ones. According to Officer Amos they have to make a name for themselves.
This is a small community where they know each other well. They are each other’s
families.
My
political science professor said there are four reasons for jail: Rehabilitation,
to deter behavior public safety and retribution. There were many rehabilitation
programs in the jail. The inmates had opportunities to do various jobs for less
than minimum pay. Sometimes it was the first job they had ever done in their
lives. There were libraries and Sunday school. They could if they choose finish
their high school diploma. It seemed all for naught because they couldn't get a
job once they got out because of their criminal record. Which would lead them
to do what they were doing before and back into the jailhouse.
So as an educator I share responsibility of keeping my students out of such places. Though I realize circumstances differ, perhaps by my involvement in the children's extracurricular I could make a difference. With love and attention I could be apart of the support individuals need. I know I can't be that teacher to every student because some might not click with me for that kind of trust but I can work hard to see that my students get the best they can out of my classes by doing my best.
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