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PHOTO:
courtesy of NYC Depatrment of Correction
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A
corridor inside Rikers' jail.
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A
Tale of Two Ex-Inmates
By Kodi Barth
Johnny,
31
he
lights at Rikers Island's jail go off at 10:45 p.m. Simultaneously,
the cell doors, which are controlled from the correctional officer's
center referred to here as "the bubble"lock
electronically. At 5:30 the next morning, they open again by a hand
no one sees. But one day, Johnny's door suddenly flung open at 4
a.m. and let in his worst nightmare.
"Four black men burst in and tried to rape me, succeeded somewhat,
and I got to the clinic," said Johnny, who did not want his
last name used.
Johnny, who is the roaming son of foster parents from Twisp, Wa.,
is a recent Rikers' inmate who came out with scars to show and stories
to tell.
"It was weird," he said. "Inmates beat up, harass,
steal from other inmates, right in front of the [correctional officers],
all out in the open, on a regular basis."
Johnny said he got four to five beatings in front of the correctional
officers. "Every time I complained I was told, 'This is jail;
get used to it.'"
But Bob, 51, a friend who went to visit him in jail, said he wouldn't
take everything Johnny says at face value. "Johnny just has
a tendency to lie," said Bob, who declined to have his last
name used. He added, however, that there was a good chance Johnny
was telling the truth about visiting the infirmary at Rikers, because
there would be documentation. "Was he raped? I don't know,"
said Bob. "[But] he came out with a couple of bruises."
<Click
here to watch a video interview with Bob>
Billy, 24, another former Rikers' inmate who said he landed there
because of drugs, reiterated the extraordinary nature of life at
the jail. "The inmates practically run the jail," he said.
According to Johnny, it is worse for the few whites, like Billy
and him, who land among the mostly black and Hispanic population.
"There's no library, no magazines. TV is horse. If you're white,
forget about using anything."
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Before
he was released on probation by a Manhattan court on April 23, Johnny
had never been to jail. How he found himself there is a convoluted
story.
Last
December, Bob, who was hospitalized after suffering a stroke, asked
Johnny to take care of his cat in his absence. Everything was well,
until months later, Bob received a phone call from his credit card
company, who wondered why there had been an unusual cash withdrawal
of nearly $1,200 on the card. Bob knew nothing about it. It turned
out Johnny did.
"Johnny heard me talk to the card company, and he ran out,"
said Bob. "I ran after him, got him and told him he was going
to jail." And Johnny did.
Twelve
days after Johnny left Rikers, a Manhattan judge put him on probation
and sent him to a drug rehabilitation program. But Bob said Johnny,
who hangs around the Village but is hard to locate, has been skipping
his probation.
Despite everything, Bob said he still hoped Johnny could be helped.
"He's a good kid. Just a drug problem," Bob said.
Frank, 22
f
all places, Frank, 22, found his vocation in jail. But he had to
go in and out repeatedly before he figured it out.
"Five
years ago, I was in robberies, drug arrests [and] violent offenses,"
said Frank, who did not want his last name used. "Now I use
my experience to relate as a life model."
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PHOTO:
Kodi Barth
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| Frank,
22, a former Rikers resident, working at the Friends of Island
Academy office in Manhattan. |
Frank
is among several youth, most of them ex-inmates from Rikers Island,
who are building careers establishing stable futures for juvenile
offenders. He works for Friends of Highland Academy, a nonprofit
organization founded in 1990 that derives its name from the high
school on Rikers Island Academy. The group reaches out to
young offenders with the offer of an alternative lifestyle to drugs
and crime.
"We
go in [to Rikers], establish a relationship and tell them to come
see us when they are out," said Frank. "Our job is to
help them stay alive and free."
On
a recent mid-afternoon, Frank sat at his Manhattan office, which
he shares with over a dozen colleagues, and worked the phone. Stacks
of yellow folders, each containing information on recently released
juvenile inmates, sat on his sunlit desk, which faces south toward
the Statue of Liberty.
The
organization's third-floor office on Seventh Avenue is a congenial
workplace where a battery of desktop computers sit on uncluttered
white desks, all manned by juvenile ex-inmates working for peers
currently in jail. Frank's seven-foot frame is formidable. His red,
long-sleeved sweatshirt and blue jeans further suggested a casual
workplace, the kind of place juveniles just released from jail would
relate to. But his executive haircut and firm handshake exude confidence.
On
a typical day, Frank goes back and forth between the offices of
Friends of Island
Academy, developing relationships with adolescent offenders
in jail and convincing them that there is a future to look forward
to. With his colleagues, Frank helps teach on-site GED classes and
organizes vocational training or college classes for inmates already
GED-qualified.
Inmates
who yield to the team's prodding become members of the organization.
They are placed in schools, while those with drug history are monitored
through rehabilitation programs.
It
wasn't hard to convince Frank to go through the same procedure when
he last left jail in 2000.
"I
didn't have anyone there for me," he said of his experience
in jail. "Even when I was locked up I was trying to help out
people."
His
colleagues said there is no chance the man who once spent six years
behind bars would go back there.
"Do
I think he is clean? I know he is clean," said Brian, 30. "He
is doing the right things. He has shown that he is honest."
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