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by Clifton Collins


  Once you arrive at your destination, you will get strip-searched, and cavity-searched as well. It’s rare for the officer to see the note you’ve “keistered,” and once this search is over, you’ll be put inside a holding cell. At this point, you have to sit on the toilet and shit the note out. Once you’ve cleaned the item thoroughly, it’s ready for delivery. The addressee will be looking for you and ready to receive instructions.

  Ramen Trail Mix

  Ingredients

  1 pack chili flavor Ramen

  Heaping ½ cup raisins (4 ounces)

  1 cup salted peanuts (about 4 ounces)

  ½ cup chopped pitted dates (4 ounces)

  Heaping ½ cup dried banana chips (4 ounces)

  1. Crush the Ramen in the wrapper and empty into a large bowl.

  2. Add half of the seasoning.

  3. Add the raisins, peanuts, dates, and banana chips. Mix well.

  Road Dog

  People doing hard time don’t really trust anyone. But every once in a while, you’ll meet someone you connect with. Sometimes it’s a homeboy you are doing time with, or one you meet behind bars. When the bond is made inside, it’s stronger than it might be outside. You become brothers fast, looking after each other. In prison, the name for your closest friend and ally is your “road dog.”

  But the politics of prison override everything—even that bond. Once I was asked to do the unthinkable—kill my road dog. I was given an order from the Mexican shot caller to stab my friend. Before he was arrested, he allegedly shot his gun into a crowd of rival gang members and struck a young girl. Bad luck all around—she was the daughter of a Mexican mafia member. The order came specifically to me. Stabbing my friend didn’t seem right, but prison has its own rules and if you don’t follow them, you die. It’s that simple.

  So we set it up. It was Saturday, and our favorite Spanish show, Caliente, was on—pretty girls dancing in bikinis. We were all enjoying the show, drinking coffee together. As I gave the signal to the four guys who were the distraction, they walked to the opposite side of the cellblock and began horsing around. The moment the gunner officer in the tower began to walk toward them, my two guys and I pulled out our shanks and began the assault. Once the victim was curled up in a fetal position, we threw the shanks in the nearby trash cans and dispersed in opposite directions. I was able to get to a shower area, take off most of my clothes, and get into the stall. When the victim was discovered, the officers shouted to get down, to the accompanying sound of guns being cocked. I lay in my boxer shorts near the showers and watched the medics and several officers arrive. The other two assailants were apprehended due to the blood on their clothing.

  Afterward, we were locked down for a couple of months. We found out the victim survived and was in the local hospital pending transfer to another prison. Once we got off lockdown, the shot caller acknowledged the deed done. But I felt like shit about it. Still do.

  Ramen Chips

  Ingredients

  2 packs chili flavor Ramen

  ½ cup corn chips

  ½ cup tortilla chips

  ½ cup potato chips

  ½ cup pork skins or rinds

  Hot sauce

  1. Crush the Ramen in the wrappers and empty into a large bowl.

  2. Sprinkle one of the seasonings over the Ramen. Save the other for another use.

  3. Add the corn chips, tortilla chips, potato chips, pork skins, and hot sauce to taste. Mix well.

  Lifelines

  by Clarence J. “Clancy” Brown III

  It seems like I’ve been working in jails for my entire adult life. From Joliet to Rahway; Soledad to Angola; St. Charles, Illinois, to L.A. County; Mansfield, Ohio, to Feliciana Parish, Louisiana. I’ve even worked in imaginary prisons in Maine and in outer space. Here’s what I know for sure: they all suck. Even in my privileged visits as an observer, student, or actor, the overwhelming vibe in these places is of souls suppressed, lives in limbo, injustice, anger, and fear. There are men there who should be in prison, but not as many as you’d think. Many just fucked up once or twice. Most pled-out in a system stacked against them, or that they couldn’t afford to participate in, so the system chucks them. It takes their liberty—the essential element of their humanity—and expects them to self-correct or at least be a “dude” and abide. Some manage. Some can’t. Prisons are places where humanity is withheld, suspended; and the struggle to recover or maintain or assert humanity pulses through every institution I’ve ever visited.

  As far as I can tell, there are two lifelines to one’s humanity, even as it is being systematically assaulted. The first is music. In my opinion, the most satisfying moment in The Shawshank Redemption is when Andy Dufresne locks himself in the room with the PA system and plays Mozart throughout the prison. The other is food. Eating a meal, no matter how simple, is the essential element of liberty. A moment to savor, be sated, and get refueled. The first thing released inmates look forward to is a meal. Whether it’s from Mickey D or from momma, it means you’ve survived, you’re still human. There is always food in a prison movie. It’s where men can talk, where plots are hatched, where alliances are forged, where peace is kept, and, for dramatic purposes, violated. It is as close to normal society as an inmate is routinely allowed to participate in. So eat. Simply. Safely. Consciously. It connects you to your humanity.

  Clarence J. “Clancy” Brown III is a film, television, and voice actor. He played Captain Byron Hadley in The Shawshank Redemption.

  Shawshank Spread

  Ingredients

  1 pack beef flavor Ramen

  1 cup boiling water

  ¼ pound sliced ham, chopped

  ¼ pound sliced turkey, chopped

  ½ white onion, chopped

  2 jalapeño chiles, chopped

  ¼ teaspoon garlic powder

  ½ cup mayonnaise

  1. Crush the Ramen in the wrapper and empty into a large bowl. Set aside the seasoning packet.

  2. Add the water, cover, and let sit for 8 minutes.

  3. Drain off excess water.

  4. Mix the ham, turkey, onion, jalapeños, garlic, and mayonnaise in a separate, very large bowl.

  5. Add the Ramen and seasoning. Mix well.

  20/20 Hindsight

  When I was in my thirties, I felt it was my responsibility to try to make a change in a younger inmate’s life. I was making these nachos when two youngsters, about nineteen years old, came over to see what I was doing. They considered themselves hardcore, so I knew I had to win them over before the schooling could begin. They were just kids, but their crimes where heavy. Out in the streets of Mexico they were called sicarios, which means “hit men.” But inside these walls, they were just another pair of numbers. They weren’t that bad—just terribly misguided. Without an education or money, it’s easy to get brainwashed into a life of violence, believing you’ll be protected within it. I saw my younger self in them. I wanted to give them the eyes to change the way they looked at things, so that the things they looked at would change.

  We started meeting just to talk and shoot the shit. After months of this, I started to talk about more serious stuff—the kind of stuff I wish I’d known when I was their age. After a while, I could see my stories and ideas were affecting their way of thinking. They got involved with the school program, became regulars at the library, began talking differently. One of them even began to make amends with his family. I got to see the darkness in their eyes being replaced by hope before our friendship was forced to end.

  The riots were out of control; inmates were being separated and shipped off to different prisons. Even though they had long prison terms ahead of them, I knew they were on a road to improving their lives for when they would get out.

  Carne Asada Nachos

  Ingredients

  3 cups or 3 bags (1 ounce each) tortilla chips

  1½ cups c
harbroiled steak strips (also sold as fajita strips or carne asada strips)

  1 cup microwavable cheese spread

  Pickled jalapeño wheels

  1. Spread the tortilla chips evenly on a plate.

  2. Lay the steak strips over the chips.

  3. Microwave the cheese for about 3 minutes, until pourable.

  4. Pour the cheese over the steak and chips.

  5. Top with the jalapeño wheels.

  Lifesaving Coffee

  Once, at the L.A. County jail, I saw a man lying on the floor, shivering and sweating like crazy. You could tell he was a big-time addict by looking at his arms. Another inmate brought him this special drink—the Belushi. About 30 minutes later, after finishing it, he was calm and composed enough to walk over and thank the man.

  I asked the lifesaving coffee maker why he called it a Belushi. He explained that John Belushi was a great comedian who died of a drug overdose. I guess having a sanity-saving, sugar-filled coffee drink named after you isn’t a bad way to be remembered. It’s loaded with sugar and helps with the symptoms of heroin detoxing.

  The Belushi

  Ingredients

  1 tablespoon instant coffee granules (Taster’s Choice or Folgers works best)

  1 tablespoon sugar

  5 tablespoons French vanilla flavor creamer

  1 cup boiling water

  ½ full-size (52-gram) or 1 miniature Milky Way bar

  1. Place the coffee in a large mug. Add the sugar and creamer. Add the water and stir well.

  2. Add the Milky Way.

  3. Drink immediately, while the candy bar melts.

  Prison Cold

  The prison head cold affects everyone and there’s no cure for it but freedom. It comes from living in a place where hygiene is nonexistent and the temperature is kept below normal all the time. Sometimes it feels like you’re sleeping in a refrigerator. The control booth officer decides the temperature. You can complain as much as you want, but a convict’s personal comfort is not a priority. In winter we’re freezing our balls off, and in summer they’re stuck on our sweaty thighs. In winter, when cold air would blast through the vents, we’d use toilet paper cardboard to plug the holes in the vent. If everyone on the cell row—or tier—did this, it would cause the weakest vent covers to blow off. It would look like a tornado hit the cell.

  The Tea Setup

  Ingredients

  1 tea bag (any kind)

  A few nickel-size pieces orange peel

  3 cough drops (any flavor, but honey is best)

  1 tablespoon sugar

  1½ cups boiling water

  2 tablespoons honey

  1. Put the tea bag, orange peel, cough drops, and sugar in a mug big enough to hold them all easily.

  2. Pour in the water, add the honey, and stir.

  3. Let steep for about 4 minutes.

  4. Stir again, then remove the tea bag.

  5. Drink while it’s hot—although it’s not bad cold, either.

  A Bond Between “Enemies”

  After serving nearly a year at Corcoran, my appeal was being granted and I was returning to the L.A. County jail. As I approached my housing cell where I would await court on the appeal, I saw that I was being placed in a four-man cell. This wasn’t the problem. With a quick glance, I took in a white guy bunked with a Mexican on one side. On the other side, I locked eyes with a black guy who immediately stood up into an aggressive stance. That was the problem. “Hell no, I’m not celling with this dude.” My words fell upon the deputy’s deaf ears. A homie in another cell said, “Don’t trip, bro, just deal with it for now and at dinner I’ll explain.” When dinner was called a little while later, I kicked back and waited for my cellmates to leave. That’s when the homies on the tier gave me a shank and told me to carry it with me at all times due to the racial tensions.

  When I returned from dinner, everyone was pretty much quiet, minding their own business. Then the white dude in the cell asked if we wanted to play Spades. He immediately picked his bunky, the Mexican, as his partner, saying they would play us. Me and the big guy looked at each other. “You play Spades, homie?” he said. I was a bit hesitant but because I was already in the cell, and packing, I said, “Sure.” I introduced myself, and met Big Kev.

  Well, the two of us must have won twenty games straight. It was like he could see my cards and knew exactly what I needed him to play. After what seemed like five hours of cards, our opponents fell asleep. Kev and I stayed up and got to talking. I found out he had just been sentenced to fifty to life. He was only nineteen years old. He also had enough commissary that he was able to cook us a fantastic Tuna Spread. We just ate, drank coffee, and chopped it up for hours. Finally, just before breakfast, we called it a night. I felt comfortable enough to take my boots off. He asked me if I was going to get up for breakfast. I said, “Nah, I’m tired from being up all night, I’m going to skip it.”

  Next thing I knew, I was jolted from a deep sleep by a yank on my leg through the cell bars. Looking up, I saw it was Big Kev—and he was running off. A second later, two big black dudes ran in and started beating me. I reached under my pillow for my shank and started swinging until I stuck one of my assailants under his chin. When they realized I had a knife and had stuck one of them, they stepped back and ran off. I jumped off my bed, swollen, bleeding from my nose, and slammed my cell door shut. After the smoke cleared, I discovered a vicious riot had occurred in the breakfast mess hall while I was sleeping. I never saw Big Kev again, but I realized he had saved my life. Thanks for looking out for me, brother.

  Big Kev’s Tuna Spread

  Ingredients

  2 packs Ramen (any flavor)

  About 1 cup boiling water

  ½ cup mayonnaise

  2 cans or pouches tuna (5 to 6 ounces each), drained

  2 avocados, pitted, peeled, and chopped

  1 cup shredded cheese (pepper Jack is best)

  1. Crush and empty the Ramen into a large microwavable bowl and set the seasoning aside.

  2. Add the water, cover, and microwave for about 5 minutes, until the noodles are soft.

  3. Drain off excess water, if necessary.

  4. Add the mayonnaise, seasoning, tuna, and avocado. Mix gently but well.

  5. Top with the cheese.

  Only the Strong Survive

  Looking at these recipes, you might think we’re a bunch of big-belly pasta eaters and totally unhealthy. Not true. Being fit in prison is akin to having homies in prison. Without it, you’re closer to dead.

  Of all government-sponsored organizations, Navy Seals have the most rigorous workout of all. But let me tell you, the prison workouts I’ve done behind bars could make even a Navy Seal throw up. In a cell of no more than six by eight feet, we do four exercises regularly.

  The Roman chair workout is done barefoot, using the toilet as a prop: Step up and down on the cover or rim of the toilet, alternating the lifting leg. Speed up as you progress. Do this for 30 minutes.

  After a 5-minute break, go into frog squats: Squat with hands on the ground in front of your feet. Jump your legs back away from you, then jump them back in. Do twenty sets of forty squats, for a total of—that’s right—800.

  After another 5-minute break, start in on 1,000 pushups—twenty sets of fifty.

  Enjoy another short break, then start in on 500 crunches.

  This is just one of many routines that can be done in a cell. It can take a couple of hours to complete—or until you or your cellmate have had enough. Puking was a norm for the out-of-shape newbies.

  But the real deal takes place out on the yard. That’s where we go beyond military. I used to run eight to ten miles on the track, followed by 113 burpees. The “burpee” is a full-body exercise that’s great for small indoor spaces, and even better outdoors where you can grunt in pain. The basic movement is performed in four
steps, beginning from a standing position:

  Drop into a squat position with your hands on the ground.

  Kick your feet back, while keeping your arms straight.

  Immediately return your feet to the squat position.

  Jump up from the squat position.

  When I was first attempting these exercises, I couldn’t last through the entire workout. It took me a few months to build up the stamina. With more advanced homies giving me hell, and the added stress of doing time, I burned through all my frustrations until I was able to keep up. I’ve never been in the military, but I felt as though this was a type of boot camp. In prison it’s the evolutionary rule—survival of the fittest.

  Oatmeal Shakedown

  Ingredients

  2 packs instant oatmeal (flavored or unflavored)

  6 tablespoons honey

  6 tablespoons peanut butter

  1 cup crushed ice

  2 teaspoons instant coffee granules

  1 cup water

  1. Empty the oatmeal into a large jar. (Use a jar with a lid, preferably an empty peanut butter jar. This will be your mixer and one of your serving containers.)

 

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