PM session with a Farmer brought back some old memories:
Jackson State U???
<shudder> Just had the "anniversary" (wake);
no, never been there--
isn't that where the government farm is???...
When I was in the New York mountains,
I wintered at SUNY New Paltz '70/'71;
and when I was in the North Georgia mountains,
(at first) I wintered at the UOG Athens '75/'76...
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Oh, JACKSON!!! (not state, it's a town!!!).
Hell yes, everybody in the "chain gang" goes/went through Jackson;
Intake and Release Center,
plus ya went back there for medical/dental, ah "treatments".
Made a stop there for Habeas Corpus hearing.
Geez, going to court they put you in the tank with the gays/transsexuals/etc.--
lotta fun goin' to the chow hall...
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Was really glad they weren't doing executions when I was there,
you could walk by the "death house" when doin' laps in the yard;
they had moved "Ol' Sparky" from Reidsville to Jackson.
Georgia Power wouldn't let the state use their electricity to kill people,
so Jackson had it's own generator.
Even tho that generator wasn't tied into the rest of the prison;
folks told me that when they did an execution,
they "flickered" the lights in the entire prison;
just for the fun of it--
musta been real creepy...
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[edit] PM fest continues:
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10 years in Georgia (including the 3 in state custody [at least it wasn't the 85 or 35 years I'd been sentenced to])
They didn't want to rule on my habeas corpus (after a year!!!) because it would set a precedent and they wanted to keep me as an example, so they paroled me to California. They just didn't realize that California would release me from parole after 3 years and they never got their $25,000 fine, which really pissed 'em off; even did the extradition warrant thing that I had to fight here in court for a year.
Death row was inside, on the opposite side (same building as the intake and release center) the death chamber was a building all to itself [when I said up above we walk by it doin laps in the yard I shoudda said counter-clockwise laps "NASCAR rules"...Heh].
I spent almost every day in the legal library, and one day the (inmate) librarian asked me to take some law books to death row. I went (with pass) through all kinds of barred gates an' such getting to the other side. As soon as I got into the death row tank, and walked along the cells to my delivery (thinking the whole time of the Merle Haggard/Grateful Dead song "Sing Me Back Home") I really started freaking out and by the time I got to the cell and gave the guy his books I couldn't even look at him;
I'd already consciously decided not to look at his name on the pass--
just his cell number...
