Prison life essays

For Blagojevich, a man who rose to political heights from modest roots (he is the son of a Serbian-born steelworker and a CTA ticket clerk), prison has been a humbling experience, full of little indignities. As at most correctional facilities, inmates are assigned menial jobs, such as washing dishes, mopping floors, and scrubbing toilets. At the low-security facility, Blagojevich did a three-month stint in the kitchen, one of the toughest tasks, but primarily worked in the law library and taught classes on the Civil War and World War II. His current job as an orderly at the camp pays $ a month. “My jurisdiction was once all of the State of Illinois. Now I’ve got two hallways to clean,” he says. “I feel like I was a very good governor, and now I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job on those floors.” He recalls that his first job, at age 9, was as a shoeshine boy. “I was making more money then than I’m making as a 60-year-old former governor with a college degree and a law degree.”

Here's what I wonder: What would have happened had we all just stayed home, spent the day with our families, and binge-watched Orange is the New Black, completely ignoring those Robert E. Lee statue-loving, diversity-hating SOBs that gathered in Charlottesville? It would have been really pitiful! They would have passed out their torches, shields, and Confederacy-themed Kazoos, chanted a few banal slogans, waved their limp flags, and snapped a few sad selfies with the statue. And then, once they saw that no millennials had shown up for them to perform their witty hatred for, they would have driven home.

Prison life essays

prison life essays


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