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My prison in Virginia has a silly rule: All beds must be made up by 8 a.m. on weekdays.
To make things easier, some of us will sleep on top of our blankets. But those who sleep in the conventional manner of a free person — on top of a bottom sheet with another sheet and blanket over you — are more delayed. If you’re late, a corrections officer will smack your bed and bark, “You got five minutes to make your bed or you’re gonna get a charge!”
In the geriatric facility where I reside, there are men battling cancer and various age-related maladies. But the officers will even hassle them if their bed isn’t made up properly. This they deem a courtesy — they could write up the charge with no warning, after all.
As a result of this rule, over 95% of the inmates here sleep fully clothed on top of their blankets. Some claim that prison should teach self-discipline, but that seems a shallow excuse to harass old men. If one hasn’t learned self-discipline by age 60, the odds they’ll ever learn it seem pretty stacked against them.
But I have to say that training us to sleep with all our clothes on is a damn fine preparation for living on the streets. When I pointed this out to the warden, he simply frowned.
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