J is for Jailed
I have one little quirky trait. Well at least one that I will admit to.
I am fascinated with jails… always have been. I blame my father.
He was a politician and a new jail had opened up in our town. Being who he was, he was required to go cut the ribbon (or maybe the wire) to announce its new opening. I guess small town Canada is desperate to celebrate anything.
Yay! We have criminals and now we have a finer place to put them. Check out these cells!
My eyes were wide open. I took it all in and from there it began.. the fascination that is… not the time spent.
Having visited jails in Canada and one in South Africa (admittedly a bit scary but a job requirement to determine voter eligibility for its first non-racial democratic election), my all-time favourite jail experience was visiting Alcatraz off the coast of San Francisco.
Standing forlornly out in the water on an island, it felt eerie, unlike any place I have been. I couldn’t get my head wrapped around what it would have been like. Until I discovered…
There was actually a former prisoner signing autographs of his book right there in Alcatraz.
Rushing to the cue, I stand in awe. Like some teen obsessed with fan fiction, I wait to buy the book, get it autographed and then ask a question or two.
Finally I am there. I am standing in front of him. And this mouth, that usually works in overdrive, completely rebels.
I ask nothing. I am a star struck (well convict struck) loser.
Shyly moving away from the table, I grab the book and proceed to gobble it up; word by word.
On a more serious note, I am drawn to books about people wrongly convicted of crimes (David Milgaard) and how the justice system can fail. On a lighter (?) note, viewing Wentworth and Shawshank Redemption replaces my desire to visit jails; which occurs less and less. Probably a good thing.
Staying out of trouble with Cheryl and The Family C from A to Z.
Do you have a favourite book and/or movie that is set in a jail?
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