Among Murderers: Life after Prison

Among Murderers: Life after Prison

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by Sabine Heinlein

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What is it like for a convicted murderer who has spent decades behind bars to suddenly find himself released into a world he barely recognizes? What is it like to start over from nothing? To answer these questions Sabine Heinlein followed the everyday lives and emotional struggles of Angel Ramos and his friends Bruce and Adam—three men convicted of some of


What is it like for a convicted murderer who has spent decades behind bars to suddenly find himself released into a world he barely recognizes? What is it like to start over from nothing? To answer these questions Sabine Heinlein followed the everyday lives and emotional struggles of Angel Ramos and his friends Bruce and Adam—three men convicted of some of society’s most heinous crimes—as they return to the free world.

Heinlein spent more than two years at the Castle, a prominent halfway house in West Harlem, shadowing her protagonists as they painstakingly learn how to master their freedom. Having lived most of their lives behind bars, the men struggle to cross the street, choose a dish at a restaurant, and withdraw money from an ATM. Her empathetic first-person narrative gives a visceral sense of the men’s inner lives and of the institutions they encounter on their odyssey to redemption. Heinlein follows the men as they navigate the subway, visit the barber shop, venture on stage, celebrate Halloween, and loop through the maze of New York’s reentry programs. She asks what constitutes successful rehabilitation and how one faces the guilt and shame of having taken someone’s life.

With more than 700,000 people being released from prisons each year to a society largely unprepared—and unwilling—to receive them, this book provides an incomparable perspective on a pressing public policy issue. It offers a poignant view into a rarely seen social setting and into the hearts and minds of three unforgettable individuals who struggle with some of life’s harshest challenges.

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Publishers Weekly
Journalist Heinlein’s goals exceed her grasp in this well-intentioned but less-than-insightful look at the lives of three murderers after their release from prison in New York. The questions she poses at the outset are certainly worthy ones (“What is life like for those who have spent several decades in prison and are released into a world in which people and places they once knew have ceased to exist? What is it like to start over from nothing?”), but the answers she uncovers over the course of her roughly two years with the ex-cons are superficial. One of the three men she shadows, Angel Ramos—who, at the age of 18, strangled a 16-year-old girl and served 29 years for the crime—explains that he understood the rules of life behind bars, but doesn’t know how to behave in the outside world. The author’s attempts to get readers to sympathize with her protagonists fall short. Ramos feels it was necessary to kill in order “to be who I am,” and his assessment of his life offers a chilling and sobering answer to questions about the efficacy of incarceration: “If somebody would have... given me a job, I think it would have changed my life. But then again I wouldn’t be living the fantastic life I’m living now.” (Mar.)
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"A deeply compassionate book that poses urgent questions about the end product of imprisonment and the social thirst for vengeance."--Kirkus Reviews

"Notably free of policy jargon, Sabine's work is about real people and the stories they have to tell."--Brooklyn Rail

"It will set readers thinking and possibly wanting to do more research on the subject."--Library Journal

Brooklyn Rail - Theodore Hamm

“Notably free of policy jargon, Sabine’s work is about real people and the stories they have to tell.”
Times Higher Education - Laura Piacentini

"This book is more than a tribute to the men interviewed: it asks us to test ourselves on our capacity for forgiveness and then to consider penal power’s capacity to destroy the self."
San Francisco Book Review

"If you are looking for a soul touching, look no further and pick up this book. You won’t be let down."
Page 99 Test - Marshal Zeringue

"Offers glimpses of a world unfamiliar to most of us and offers the opportunity to begin an honest dialogue about crime, rehabilitation, and reentry."
Finger Lakes Times - Joel Freedman

"Clear, engaging prose throughout the book provides many thought-provoking insights into the nature of rehabilitation, forgiveness, and redemption by looking at real people who have faced the challenges of re-entry from prison to free society . . . aims a fresh spotlight on the problems and challenges faced by the millions of people who have been released from America's prisons."
Rumpus - Amanda Green

"Heinlein puts a face to a population that evokes strong feelings while remaining largely unfamiliar. Among Murderers is an eye-opening look at life after prison and our society’s thirst for vengeance."
Library Journal
In her first long work of narrative nonfiction, Heinlein follows three men who, after spending decades behind bars, reenter the world like modern-day Rip Van Winkles. In this first-person narrative, she follows Angel, Adam, and Bruce as they fumble to relearn mundane tasks as well as to face emotional issues that they did not have to confront while incarcerated. Heinlein is quite successful in this portion of the book. She shows the bizarre and frightening aspects of the men's new lives, but when she deals with the men themselves, she tends to falter. All three are convicted murderers. Although by the end of the book all three have jobs and are living a more or less normal lives, the question remains unanswered: will they kill again? Heinlein poses more questions than she answers, but perhaps that is the virtue of the book; it will set readers thinking and possibly wanting to do more research on the subject. VERDICT Heinlein's work will appeal to students of criminal justice and attendant social issues. General readers may enjoy dipping into the book, if not reading it cover to cover.—Frances O. Sandiford, formerly with Green Haven Correctional Facility Lib., Stormville, NY
Kirkus Reviews
A thoughtful consideration of the massive challenges and moral burdens faced by individuals paroled after long sentences for the most severe of infractions. German-born Heinlein possessed understandable trepidation regarding the pursuit of this project through the labyrinth of "re-entry" from the American prison system: "It is hard to look a murderer in the face….Yet considering the rising number of murderers being released from prison, it becomes harder and harder to turn away." In 2007, while receiving a master's degree in journalism from NYU, she began attending events at the Fortune Society ("the crème de la crème of American halfway houses") in upper Manhattan, following three men as they acclimated themselves to urban society after a quarter-century or longer behind bars. Heinlein develops authentic, nuanced portrayals of her central characters, noting that while all showed remorse and dealt admirably with the challenges of re-entry, questions regarding their redemption remain tricky. Arguing that, since murder sentences represent the extremes of incarceration, their re-entry process would be the most difficult, she observed the three as they dealt with everything from relationships with women to dining in neighborhood restaurants, as well as more profound issues such as their own determination to rebuild their lives and make up for lost years. As she got to know them and weighed their own responses to the moral quandaries of their crimes and punishments, the author makes sharp observations about the tattered world inhabited by released convicts. Heinlein notes that almost "no one employs ex-cons except the agencies that promise to help them," particularly in hard economic times. A deeply compassionate book that poses urgent questions about the end product of imprisonment and the social thirst for vengeance.

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Among Murderers

Life after Prison

By Sabine Heinlein


Copyright © 2013 Sabine Heinlein
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-520-95477-9


Freedom Day

And just like that, that was that. No sense of being at all, Angel wrote in the spidery script of a nine-year-old. He titled the new page in his diary Freedom Day, March 29th 2007. He was dazed by the abrupt shock of having dropped from one sphere into another in a matter of seconds. The course that had taken three decades to unfold had suddenly advanced with blinding speed: Attica's prison gates closed behind him. Freedom.

The prison van took him to a gas station, where he boarded the public bus to New York. Freedom? He looked around. Some of the guys on the bus reminded him of the loser mind-sets he had just left behind in Attica. Loser mind-sets who told the same street stories over and over. Tales of how they robbed old women and dealt drugs, how much money they once had, and what cars they used to own.

"Tell me you own a business," Angel would tell them. "That would impress me."

The people on the bus all struck him as surprisingly young, and it was then that Angel realized that somehow, somewhere along the line, he had gotten old. More than half of his life had passed. He had spent twenty-nine years behind bars for committing one murder and attempting another. He was forty-seven now.

As more people got on the bus Angel nervously scooted over on his seat, removing his bags to make space. He could see the Manhattan skyline on the horizon. Looks goooood! he wrote as the bus entered the Lincoln Tunnel.

When the bus pulled into Penn Station, Angel was tempted to ask the driver for permission to get off. Even the tiniest decision—such as moving without someone else's approval or order—made him feel uneasy. This is taking some getting used to, he meticulously jotted down in his diary.

And just like that, that was that. When Angel got off the bus at Penn Station, he had No sense of being at all. He had no idea who he was or what he had become.

Angel had secured a bed at the Castle, a halfway house in Morningside Heights, West Harlem, that houses sixty former prisoners. The Castle is one of three New York locations operated by the Fortune Society. Apart from residential services, the Fortune Society offers its formerly incarcerated clients job-readiness and cooking classes, computer tutoring, substance-abuse treatment, and father- and motherhood programs.

Located at the corner of Riverside Drive and 140th Street, the Castle stands out in the neighborhood. It was built from large schist rocks excavated when the first subway line in New York City was constructed, and its facade sparkles with the rocks' characteristic jagged but glittering surface. With its miniature lookout towers, its arched windows, and the bright crenellations that top some of its walls, the Castle resembles a Gothic bastion. It overlooks Riverbank State Park and the Hudson River, which adds to its charm. One could easily imagine the Castle being surrounded by a muddy moat.

A piece of wood bearing the number 630 dangled near the gigantic wooden entrance door on Riverside Drive. Whenever new residents tried to straighten the crooked sign—which was frequently—it always slid right back. The heavy wrought-iron hinges screeched as Angel opened the door.

Angel was carrying his duffel bag in one hand and a music keyboard in the other. He was worried about his keyboard being stolen. After all, he didn't have his own cell anymore; he would be sharing his room with five other ex-cons.

Angel went to his new room to take a hot shower. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed a full-length mirror. All he'd had in his prison cell was a ten-inch mirror. This was the first time in almost thirty years that he saw himself fully naked, that he saw his body in one piece. He turned around slowly to inspect himself.

Angel Ramos has narrow, warm eyes; a wide, knobby nose; and potter's-clay skin, tinged with copper. Thin strands of gray make his dense, black hair sparkle. His unkempt mustache looks like weeds. In some spots it overlaps his ample lips; in others it is sparse, revealing the skin underneath. Angel is short—just about five feet tall—and he has become stocky. His neck has gotten meatier, and he has grown love handles.

"Oh my God," Angel said to himself. "I got fat." He promptly decided to "eat less, move more."

Angel's resolution proved unnecessary. A few weeks after his release, he had already lost ten pounds. He had shed weight just by walking and worrying about everyday decisions. He felt time slipping and desperately tried to keep up. Each day presented him with a flood of entirely new experiences.

When Angel walked around New York during his first months of freedom, he trudged up and down sidewalks and went in and out of subway stations. He tripped over potholes, stumbled over trash, strolled on grass, and hiked up and down the hills of Harlem. This was an entirely new experience. He was walking on uneven terrain. In prison the ground was flat, and his feet had grown accustomed to his state-issued work boots. But outside he didn't seem able to break in his new Timberland boots, let alone the dress shoes he bought. His feet were killing him.

In his first weeks of freedom Angel went to the Welfare Department, the Salvation Army, and the Division of Parole, where he had to report on a weekly basis. On Sundays he walked to Riverside Church to attend his Quaker meetings. Once he ventured east on 115th Street to visit the site of the house where he spent the first few years of his life. It was gone. But the house in which he had killed his victim was still there. The Castle was only a half-hour walk from the house where an outburst of anger had changed his life forever. Two minutes—thirty years—half an hour! Did time fly, or did it stand still?

Surely, Harlem had changed for the better, but parts of it remained gritty. Many of its residents were now locked up. Both East and West Harlem now held several "Million Dollar Blocks," city blocks in which the concentration of currently imprisoned residents is so dense that states are spending an excess of a million dollars a year in incarceration costs.

Young men with pit bulls were hanging out in front of bodegas. Trash spilled from black plastic bags piled up on the curb. Teenagers sat idly on garbage cans alongside the multilane roads that cut through the neighborhood. On Broadway, just around the corner from the Castle, Elvira M.'s Barbershop stood across from Jendy's Beauty Salon, mere steps from Odri's Beauty Salon. With the same repetitive frequency there were Chinese takeout joints, discount stores, and signs that prohibited littering, loitering, ball playing, and spitting—to no avail. On the corner of 137th Street a pediatrician shared a building with McDonald's, the royal blue lettering of the doctor's sign trumped by a large spinning cheeseburger. Single-room occupancies offered dingy accommodations to down-and-out men, and lonesome signs and banners proclaimed enigmatic messages of the past: Phase Piggy Back, O'Jay's Telephone Answering Service, and No Service Available. The tenor was interrupted here and there by tree-lined blocks and nicely renovated brownstones with flowering boxes.

Angel and I first met in May 2007 on the bus that took us from the Albany advocacy day back to New York City. I had come to report on the event and on the proposed revisions in health care, housing, work, and voting rights. He was one of dozens of ex-cons campaigning for legislative changes for those with criminal records. There were then five million Americans on parole and probation, and in excess of seven hundred thousand people were being released from prison each year. When I sat down on the seat next to Angel, I noticed that his name tag read "Angle." When I commented on the typo, he laughed and briefly released his stuffed backpack to throw his hands in the air. "Angle ... Angel, what does it matter? I'm dyslexic, so for me it reads right." We shared a laugh, and I asked him what he carried in his big backpack.

"Money, ID, parole release papers, a sweater, a sewing kit, a toothbrush, an extra shirt—you never know if you might have to spend the night or if the bus breaks down or if ... I tend to be overly prepared," he said, excusing himself. Having spent twenty-nine years locked up, Angel had no idea what to bring for a daylong excursion, so he brought everything he could think of. My question opened a valve. He talked for the next four hours without taking a breath.

After Angel mentioned the length of his sentence, I asked the inevitable: "What were you in for?"

"I killed a friend in an argument," Angel said, adding somewhat apologetically, "I had just turned eighteen." I envisioned a bar fight between two drunk teenagers. Things must have gotten out of hand, I thought. I caught myself giving Angel the benefit of the doubt because of his charming demeanor, his eloquence, and his outspokenness. I would have plenty of time in the future to ask him more questions. I decided to start with whatever Angel was willing to share.

By his own reckoning Angel had changed. Wasn't that what imprisonment, punishment, and rehabilitation were all about? Had prison made Angel a better human being? Would we forgive him for his crimes and welcome him back into our world?

Until his release from prison Angel had considered himself prepared for freedom. He had found God and redemption. He had accumulated countless letters of recommendation from his Quaker friends for his appearances in front of the parole board. The letters asserted that he was ready to be released. He was "corrected," no longer a risk to society but a contributing member.

But the matter of Angel's assumed correction was somewhat mysterious. In 1993, after serving fifteen years of his life sentence, he first became eligible for parole. He was denied. Every two years after that Angel would present his ever-growing folder to the board, but each time he was slammed with yet another two years. He was denied parole six times. For twenty-nine years the parole commissioners considered his release "incompatible with the public safety and welfare." Then, suddenly, after the seventh parole hearing, the board spit him out into our world.

When Angel first went to jail in 1978, the food wasn't too bad, and the correctional officers were, for the most part, "all right." He liked the "old-time career criminals" who took him under their wing to protect him from "booty bandits." (Angel liked to say "booty bandits"; it made him chuckle.) Back then he may have still been able to attend a variety of rehabilitative programs, but for the longest time Angel didn't think he "needed fixing."

Over time the prison food became unbearable and "the cops" dictatorial. The state decimated its rehabilitation programs. In the 1980s the crack epidemic swept in thousands of "crazy people who," Angel said, "turned prison into an insane asylum."

When he finally felt ready to consider what had led him to violence and murder, the only programs available were run by other inmates and outside volunteers. "For the most part," he said, "rehabilitation was up to myself."

But if he was ever going to be released, Angel had to somehow prove his successful rehabilitation, despite a lack of opportunities and the dubiousness of the remaining programs. The folder he carried in his duffel bag brimmed with GED, college, work training, and Narcotics Anonymous certificates (although he claims to have used marijuana only "recreationally" when he was a teenager). He had attended "transpersonal counseling," which was run by a volunteer social worker who encouraged inmates "to look at their inner child." He also went to a slew of Alternative to Violence meetings and to Life Skills programs run by fellow inmates and outside volunteers.

Leaving the task of rehabilitation to the inmates themselves wasn't a fluke; it had become the norm. These programs were not scientifically proven to lower recidivism, but one had to do something. The folder needed to grow.

In 2005 Angel was required to attend Aggression Replacement Training at Attica prison. He graduated from a one-hundred-hour program that focused on social skills, anger control, and moral reasoning and prides itself on reducing recidivism. But after almost three decades in prison he didn't feel safe trusting the state. For twenty-nine years he had endured society's unwavering punishment. "Justice without mercy," he said, adding, "By that time, I had already done the work."

Free at last—away from the regimentation of prison—Angel was discovering where "rehabilitation" would really begin: on the bus, on the street, on the job, and in society's judging eyes. He would have to find out for himself what it really meant.

In the summer months following his release I began to accompany Angel on his walks and to his appointments. His struggles appeared mundane. In the mornings Angel didn't know what to eat. "There is five boxes of cereal and I don't know which one tastes good, so I just walk away. Besides, food tastes different today than it did in the past. Everything tastes different," he said. His eyes flitted left and right, as if toggling among choices.

Angel preferred apricots, plums, and steak over apples, mashed potatoes, and tuna. In prison he had a pale apple every day and tuna prepared in every way possible. He had no intention of ever eating tuna again. "Fuck fish altogether," he said, laughing.

But in his first weeks out, plums and apricots were hard to find. Not only did Angel have to face children screeching and women talking on cell phones in high-pitched voices, he also had to cross the street to go to the store. And for Angel there were a hundred decisions involved in crossing a street. The mere idea gave him a headache. There were people on either side of him, and he didn't know whose example to follow. Which way do I go? Do I follow this person or that person? he remembered thinking. "I was using too much brainpower to make the decision."

If it were simply a matter of ridding his diet of the foods and dishes he hated, life would have been easy. But discarding one thing always meant having to choose another. The first time Angel went to the Fairway Market in West Harlem to buy spaghetti sauce, he was outright terrified. There were hundreds of different spaghetti sauces. He couldn't believe his eyes. He fled back to the Castle without buying anything and put all thought of making spaghetti out of his head.

"I have to learn how to shop," he told me. "How do you buy a suit? How do you go about making a doctor's appointment?" For similar reasons he chose to abstain from having sex. "I just wouldn't know what to do," he said matter-of-factly. "It's all too overwhelming."

Angel found himself staring at a piece of fabric for hours at a time, intrigued by its texture and pattern. When he walked through the park, he did goofy things like sniff roses and exhale with a loud "Aaaah!" He sometimes looked in the mirror just to greet himself. "Hi!" he would say with a laugh, waving at his reflection. Things that might cause other people to curse and stomp could make his day. He fondly remembered stepping on dog poop on one of his first days out. Every once in a while, seemingly unaware, he spit out little verses. "I'm a Latin from Manhattan, but I have the sweets for Brooklyn." In these moments I almost expected him to start skipping.

In his first weeks of freedom Angel became obsessed with doing laundry in the washing machine and with washing dishes. Which knob do you turn and when do you turn it? Do you first soap all the dishes and then rinse them or do you do one piece at a time? How much did you pay for the rag, how much for the piece of soap?


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Sabine Heinlein’s writing has appeared in the Iowa Review, The Brooklyn Rail, City Limits, Tablet Magazine, Die Zeit, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, and other publications.

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Among Murderers: Life after Prison 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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crayolakym More than 1 year ago
This heartfelt book addresses the needs of released inmates in their struggle to survive among a populous that so easily discards them into the system. With the lack of empathy and humanity in America, the label of “felon” will loom over these people’s heads for a lifetime, oftentimes pushing them further into the system if released back into society. This book sheds an eye-opening light onto a broken system that desperately needs more public awareness and support. “When you’ve killed someone, you’ve done the ultimate; you’ve crossed that line. The only person that I was truly afraid of was me…” Programs like CEO and WeCare are just failing the needy workforce while sucking billions of federal and state dollars per year and are more geared on pushing people through the program and not for what they truly are meant for; finding meaningful employment. Despite how educated these offenders are, or skilled, the buck usually stops with any potential employer learning they are ex-convicts, especially for murder. People already have their opinions and usually don’t want to discuss any further. This only puts society in a worse position to deal with people who have a rap sheet. The author’s dedication to writing and to this subject is shown through her harrowing shadowing of these three ex-convicts, all convicted of murder, no less. While many writers might have spent several weeks or months immersed in their prime environment, Heinlein gave two years to these men so they could tell their stories, which shows her true empathetic nature as a writer and the lack thereof within society. If you are looking for a soul touching, look no further and pick up this book. You won’t be let down. *This book was provided in exchange for an honest review*     *You can view the original review at Musing with Crayolakym and San Francisco & Sacramento City Book Review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I haven't read the book yet, and I know Angel Ramos slightly.  The book may be superficial, as the edityorial suggests, but accommodating to the real world after prison is indeed difficult.What is a just punishment for strangling a girl?  If we agree that murderers will one day be released to the community after having served a sentence imposed by a court, then we need to figure out how we will help them jadjust to life outside, when they are discriminated against for jobs and housing  and have had no experience for years in making decisions about how to  use their time, and the little money they have. Of course we are afraid of murderers, but we have chosen to give them prison terms that come to an  end  for the most part, we then need to figure out how to reintegrate them to become useful members of society  This book probably deserves to be read by anyone interested in prison reform. Also worth reading The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander..