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Ted Conover spent a year as a prison guard at Sing Sing. Newjack, his account of that experience, is a milestone in American journalism: a book that casts new and unexpected light on this nation's prison crisis and sets a new standard for courageous, in-depth reporting." "At the infamous Sing Sing, once a model prison but now New York State's most troubled maximum-security facility, Conover goes to work as a gallery officer, working shifts in which he alone must supervise scores of violent inner-city felons. He ...
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Ted Conover spent a year as a prison guard at Sing Sing. Newjack, his account of that experience, is a milestone in American journalism: a book that casts new and unexpected light on this nation's prison crisis and sets a new standard for courageous, in-depth reporting." "At the infamous Sing Sing, once a model prison but now New York State's most troubled maximum-security facility, Conover goes to work as a gallery officer, working shifts in which he alone must supervise scores of violent inner-city felons. He soon learns the impossibility of doing his job by the book. What should he do when he feels the hair-raising tingle that tells him when a fight is about to break out? When he loses a key in a tussle? When a prisoner punches him in the head? Little by little, he learns to walk the fine line between leniency and tyranny that distinguishes a good guard." "With empathy and insight, Newjack tells the story of a harsh, hidden world and dramatizes the conflict between the necessity to isolate criminals and the dehumanization - of guards as well as inmates - that almost inevitably takes place behind bars.
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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In books like Rolling Nowhere about hoboes and Coyotes about illegal aliens, Conover distinguished himself with brave, empathetic reporting. This riveting book goes further. Stymied by both the union and prison brass in his effort to report on correctional officers, Conover instead applied for a job, and spent nearly a year in the system, mostly at Sing Sing, the storied prison in the New York City suburbs. Fascinated and fearful, the author in training grasps some troubling truths: "we rule with the inmates' consent," says one instructor, while another acknowledges that "rehabilitation is not our job." As a Sing Sing "newjack" or new guard, Conover learns the folly of going by the book; the best officers recognize "the inevitability of a kind of relationship" with inmates. Whether working the gallery, the mess hall or transportation detail, the job is both a personal and moral challenge: at the isolation unit "the Box", Conover begins to write up his first "use of force" incident when a fellow officer waves him away. He steps back to offer a history of the prison, the "hopelessly compromised" work of prison staff and the unspoken idealism he senses in fellow guards. Stressed by his double life and the demands of the job, caught between the warring impulses of anthropological inquiry and "the incuriosity that made the job easier," Conover struggles but nevertheless captures scenes of horror and grace. With its nuanced portraits of officers and inmates, the book never preaches, yet it conveys that we ignore our prisons--an explosive and expensive microcosm of race and class tensions--at our collective peril. Agent, Kathy Robbins. First serial to the New Yorker. May Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
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Having already documented the lives of illegal aliens (Coyotes) and hoboes (Rolling Nowhere), journalist Conover gives a compelling firsthand account of life as a corrections officer. The site is Sing Sing, once widely known for housing the electric chair that killed 614 inmates but now unremarkable among New York State's prisons. Refused entry as a journalist, Conover actually attended the training academy and became a bona fide officer for a year. Once on the job, he appears to have identified completely with the persona of a prison guard: He feels his head swim as he tries to enforce rules that are routinely ignored to avoid confrontations. He braces himself to walk the galleries amid catcalls and threats of violence and tries to keep on top of the games inmates play. Given the monotony, dehumanization, and imminent dangers, why would anyone choose this profession? A good accompanying volume is Lucien X. Lombardo's Guards Imprisoned (1981. o.p.), which points out that, in areas of high unemployment, these are the most lucrative jobs requiring a minimal amount of education. Furthermore, some officers--not all--can wield a kind of power hard to emulate in the outside world. Highly recommended for public and academic libraries. [Excerpted in the New Yorker.--Ed.]--Frances Sandiford, Green Haven Correctional Facility Lib., Stormville, NY Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
Weinberg
The result of Conover's odyssey is an endlessly fascinating, often suspensful book...Previous literature on prison guards is sparse. Newjack—a term for a rookie officer—might set the standard for years to come.
Christian Science Monitor
Bergner
Conover's straightforward sentences have accomplished something formidable: he has made us fully part of his experience; he has made us share the vengeful feelings he harbors toward the men he is supposed to control...Newjack coheres as a moving indictment of our ways of punishment...the book's second half is powerfully brought to life, however, by Conover's skillful account of Sing Sing's past.
The New York Times Book Review
Johnson
Instead of emerging from Sing Sing with a reform agenda, Conover ended his ordeal with this fascinating look at how prison brutalizes men and women on both sides of the bars.
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“An amazing book…. The stories are spellbinding and the telling is clear and cold.”–The Washington Post Book World

“[Conover] has made us fully part of his experience…. It is hard to imagine any journalist doing this more daringly or effectively.”–The New York Times

“A timely, troubling, important book.”–The Baltimore Sun

Newjack is a graphic and troubling window into society’s scrapheap. Conover is to be commended for having the chops to venture where few others would dare go.... An important cautionary tale.”–Los Angeles Times Book Review

Newjack tells the straight skinny on a guard’s life inside prison without being overly judgmental or cloyingly sentimental. It’s experimental journalism at its best.”–The Denver Post

“A devastating chronicle of the toll prison takes on the prisoners and the keepers of the keys.”–Minneapolis Star Tribune

“An incisive and indelible look at the life of a corrections officer and the dark life of the penal system.”–The Dallas Morning News

“A fascinating story.... Prison books crowd the shelves, but few tell the story from the point of view of the officers who spend eight hours a day doing time, hoping and praying that they make it home that night, hoping and praying that the job allows them to remain human.”–The San Diego Union-Tribune

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781567403718
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 5/1/2000
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged, 8 cassettes, 12 hrs.
  • Pages: 12
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 7.20 (h) x 2.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Ted Conover is the author of several books including Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing (winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize) and Rolling Nowhere: Riding the Rails with America’s Hoboes. His writing has appeared in The New York Times Magazine, The Atlantic, The New Yorker, and National Geographic. Recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, he is Distinguished Writer-in-Residence in the Arthur L. Carter Journalism Institute at New York University. He lives in New York City.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a work of nonfiction, describing events that I witnessed and participated in. No scenes are imaginary or made up, though some dialogue was, of necessity, re-created. Like all officers, I kept a small spiral notebook in my breast pocket for note-taking; unlike most of them, I took many notes. Most of the individuals in the book are identified by their real names. But to protect the privacy of certain officers and inmates, I have made up the following names for real people:

Aragon , Rufino, Van Essen, Antonelli, Hawkins, Gaines, Foster, Wickersham, Perch, Arno, Chilmark, Pacheco, Dobbins, Duncan, Scarff, Bella, St. George, Saline, McCorkle , Birch, Pitkin, Popish, Massey, Lopez, Dieter , Phelan, De Los Santos, Di Carlo, Perlstein, Garces, DiPaols, Billings, Riordan, Speros, Mendez, Delacruz, Malaver, Larson, Perez, Fay, Blaine, Addison, L'Esperance, Sims, Blaine, Michaels, Astacio.


CHAPTER 1

INSIDE PASSAGE



Six-twenty a.m. and the sun rises over a dark place. Across the Hudson River from Sing Sing prison, on the opposite bank, the hills turn pink; I spot the treeless gap in the ridgeline where, another officer has told me, inmates quarried marble for the first cellblock. Nobody could believe it back in 1826: a work crew of convicts, camping on the riverbank, actually induced to build their own prison. They had been sent down from Auburn, New York State's famous second prison, to construct Sing Sing, its third. How would that feel, building your own prison?

That 1826 cellblock still stands, on the other side of the high wall I park against; the prison has continued to grow all around it. In 1984, the roofburned down. At the time, the prison was using the building as a shop to manufacture plastic garbage bags, but as late as 1943, it still housed inmates. Sometimes now when inmates complain about their six-by-nine cells, I tell them how it used to be: two men sharing a three-and-a-half-by-seven-foot cell, one of them probably with TB, no central heating or plumbing, open sewer channels inside, little light. They look unimpressed.

I park next to my friend Aragon, of the Bronx, who always puts The Club on his steering wheel; I see it through his tinted glass. This interests me, because, with a wall tower just a few yards away, this has got to be one of the safest places to leave your car in Westchester County. Nobody's going to steal it here. But Aragon is a little lock-crazy: He has screwed a tiny hasp onto his plastic lunch box and hangs a combination lock there, because of the sodas he's lost to pilfering officers, he says. Between the Bronx and prison, a person could grow a bit lock-obsessed.

There's no one else around. Most people park in the lots up the hill, nearer the big locker room in the Administration Building. But it's almost impossible for a new officer to get a locker in there, so I park down here by the river and the lower locker room. The light is dim. Gravel crunches under my boots as I head into the abandoned heating plant.

This six-story brick structure is one of those piles of slag that give Sing Sing its particular feel. Massive, tan, and almost windowless, it looks like a hangar for a short, fat rocket. The whole thing is sealed off, except for a repair garage around the corner and a part of the first floor containing men's and women's locker rooms and rest rooms.

The men's locker room-I've never seen the women's-is itself nearly abandoned; though it's stuffed with a hodgepodge of some two hundred lockers of inmate manufacture, fewer than twenty are actively used. The rest have locks on them, some very ancient indeed, belonging to officers who quit or transferred or died or who knows what. Nobody keeps track. An old wall phone hangs upside down by its wires on the left as you enter, the receiver dangling by its curly cord, a symbol of Sing Sing's chronically broken phone system.

Cobwebs, in here, find a way onto your boots. For a few weeks following my arrival, on Aragon's advice I checked the room for lockers that might have opened up. None ever did. All those unused lockers needlessly tied up. This might not be a problem for the officers who drive to work from the north, but down south in the Bronx (I live there, too) you don't want to advertise that you're a correction officer: Too many people around you have been in prison. Officers tend not to stick the big badge decals they pass out at the Academy on their car windows (because they like their windows), and most, like me, don't want to walk the street wearing a uniform. It's just awkward. A locker lets you leave your uniform at work.

My second month, I found one old lock that was so flimsy I could almost twist it off with my hands, but not quite. I brought in a small tire iron and it came off easily. Inside were plastic cups, magazine pictures of women in bikinis, and newspapers from 1983. I've since heard of a locker coming available in the Administration Building, but I'm not pursuing it. I've come to prefer it down here. The feel of neglect is somehow truer to the spirit of Sing Sing.

It's barely fifteen minutes till lineup. I throw on my gray polyester uniform, making sure I've got all the things I need on my belt: radio holder, latex-glove packet, two key-ring clips, baton ring. I put pen and pad, inmate rulebook, and blue union diary in my breast pockets, slide my baton through the ring, lock the padlock, and slam the locker door. I walk past a pile of old office desks and, by necessity, into the men's room. It smells like an outhouse. I sit down, for the second time this morning. Every morning is like this, and it is for the other new guys, too: Your stomach lets you know, just before the shift starts, what it thinks of this job.

A decrepit footbridge takes me over the tracks of the Metro North railroad-Sing Sing may be the only prison anywhere with a commuter railroad running through it-and other officers start to appear. My climb continues, up a wooden staircase that's been built atop a crumbling concrete one.

Here is the Administration Building parking lot, and the main entrance to the prison. Parked in the middle is the "roach coach," purveyor of coffee and rolls. To the right is the entrance to the Visit Room, not yet open. To the left, officers are lined up, waiting to deposit their handguns at the outside window of the Arsenal. For reasons lost to time, New York State correction officers are allowed to own and carry concealed weapons, and most seem to enjoy doing so. However, they can't bring the guns inside with them (nobody is allowed to carry inside)-and few of us have any doubt that prison is the safer for it. I take the last steps to the main gate and flash the badge and I.D. card I carry in a special wallet that I picked up at the Academy. The officer takes a cursory peek inside my lunch bag-the contraband check. I punch my time card and proceed to the morning's worst moment, getting my assignment.

The desk of Sergeant Ed Holmes is the focal point of the lineup room. It's on a raised platform, in front of a window. From up there, Holmes can see everybody in the room and most of those ascending the front steps. His eyes are constantly scanning, never settling on any person or object for more than an instant, moving from an officer to the printout in front of him and back again. The printout tells him what jobs he'll need to fill-who's on his day off, who's got vacation, who's out sick, who's on suspension. He checks off old-timers as he sees them-they've chosen their jobs and know where they're going. It's the new guys, like me, who are at his mercy.

Holmes is one of the tough black officers who have been here forever, a big man who seems to enjoy his distance from the rank and file. Several white-shirts spoke to us during orientation, mostly about how the institution runs. Holmes was different. He came only to warn: Don't fuck with me, he said, glancing at the back wall of the room. I'm gonna give you your job assignment, and if you complain, I'll give you a worse one tomorrow. I have no "Okay, it's been pretty quiet. They had one guy cut in the leg, in the tunnel from A-block yard. No weapon, no perp, the usual. Then we found three shanks buried in the dirt there in B-block yard, two of 'em metal, that we found with metal detectors. You think they're just sitting around out there, but these crooks are always conniving." In other words: one inmate stabbed, assailant unknown, knife not found; three homemade knives found; no officers hurt. A fairly typical day. Then a new sergeant steps forward:

"Remember, there's no double clothing allowed during rec, for the obvious reasons. Inmates with two shirts on or two sets of pants should be sent back to their cells and not allowed in the yard or gym." Double clothing is understood to be both a defense against getting "stuck" and a way of quickly changing your appearance if you stick someone else.

Often we'll hear a moral message at lineup, too: a warning that we're not stepping up to the inmates enough or a caution that we need to watch one another's backs better and know the names of the people we're working with or a reminder that our job is "to get out of here in one piece at three PM-as if that needed saying. No such message today. There's the schedule of driver's-Ed courses, for anyone interested, and a reminder of next week's blood drive, and the announcements are over.

"Officers, a-ten-shun!" yells a sergeant. Everyone is quiet. "Posts!" And we're off, not exactly at a run, through the long, rough corridors and up the hill to begin the day.

Sing Sing sprawls over fifty-five acres, most of it rocky hillside. It's flat down where I parked, near the river-the old cellblock and the railroad tracks. The former Death House, site of the electric chair that killed 614 inmates between 1891 and 1963, is down there too. (It's now a vocational-training building.) And so is Tappan, the medium-security unit of Sing Sing, with some 550 inmates housed in three 1970s-vintage shoe box-shaped buildings.

But most of Sing Sing is on the hill, and from the lineup room, we climb there. Getting to B-block is the longest walk; it's the remotest part of the "max" jail. There are a couple of ways to go; both involve a lot of stairs. Officers sip from coffee cups and swing lunch bags as we make the slow march up to work. We are black and white and Latino, male and female. Members of the skeleton night crew pass us in the hall and wave wanly; most have that gray night-shift look. They trade normal diurnal rhythms for the perk of having very little inmate contact-at night, all the inmates are locked in their cells. If I didn't have a family, I might put in for night duty.

The corridors and stairways are old, often in disrepair. When it rains, we skirt puddles from leaking roofs. When it's cold, we have reason to remember that these passages are unheated. The tile-roofed tunnels snake around Sing Sing, joining the various buildings, and at the beginning and end of each-sometimes even in the middle-there is a locked gate. Most of the officers posted to these gates have big, thick keys, but at one gate the guard pushes buttons instead, as they do in modern prisons. By the time I pass through the heavy front door of B-block, there are ten locked gates between me and freedom.

A-block and B-block are the most impressive buildings in Sing Sing, and in a totally negative sense. A large cathedral will inspire awe; a large cellblock, in my experience, will mainly horrify.

The size of the buildings catches the first-time visitor by surprise, and that's largely because there's no preamble. Instead of approaching them from a wide staircase or through an arched gate, you pass from an enclosed corridor through a solid-metal door that's not much bigger than your front door at home. And enter into a stupefying vastness. A-block, probably the largest freestanding cellblock in the world, is 588 feet long, twelve feet shy of the length of two football fields. It houses some 684 inmates, more than the entire population of many prisons. You can hear the man encompassing, overwhelming cacophony of radios, of heavy gates slamming, of shouts and whistles and running footsteps but, oddly, at first you can't see a single incarcerated soul. All you see are the bars that form the narrow fronts of their cells, extending four stories up and so far into the distance on the left and right that they melt into an illusion of solidity. And when you start walking down the gallery, eighty-eight cells long, and begin to make eye contact with inmates, one after another after another, some glaring, some dozing, some sitting bored on the toilet, a sense grows of the human dimensions of this colony. Ahead of you may be a half-dozen small mirrors held through the bars by dark arms; these retract as you draw even, and you and the inmate get a brief but direct look at each other.

A-block and B-block are aligned with each other, end to end, and span the top of Sing Sing; between them sits the mess-hall building. Both were completed in 1929, and they're very similar in structure, except B-block is twenty cells shorter (sixty-eight), and one story taller (five). Though few civilians have seen anything like them, there is nothing architecturally innovative about the design. It plainly derives from the 1826 cellblock, which was the prototype for most American cell-house construction: tiny cells back to back on five tiers, with a stairway at either end and one at the center of the very long range.

From the ground floor, which in both buildings is known as the flats, you can look up and see how each structure is made up of two almost separate components. One is the all-metal interior, containing the inmates; it's painted gray and looks as though it could have been welded in a shipyard. The other is comprised of the exterior walls and roof, a brick-and-concrete shell that fits over the cells like a dish over a stick of butter. One does not touch the other: Should an inmate somehow escape from his cell, he's still trapped inside the building. A series of tall, barred windows runs down either side of the shell. They would let in twice as much light if they were washed. As it is, they let pass a diffuse, smog-colored glow, which crosses about fifteen feet of open space on each side before it reaches the metal, which it does not warm. There is a flat, leaky roof, which does not touch the top of the metal cellblock but leaves a gap of maybe ten feet. If the whole structure were radically shrunk, the uninitiated might perceive a vaguely agricultural purpose; the cages might be thought to contain chickens, or mink.

The blocks are loud because they are hard. There is nothing inside them to absorb sound except the inmates' thin mattresses and their bodies. Every other surface is of metal or concrete or brick.

A crowd of officers is milling around a cell near the front gate of B-block when I get there; this cell is the office of the officer in charge, or OIC. Rooms for staff were not included in B-block's plan, so a few cells near the front gate have been converted for that purpose. Next to the OIC's office, an identical, tiny cell houses the sergeants; two of them are squeezed in there. Next to that is the coat room, which contains a barely functioning microwave oven and a refrigerator that won't stay closed. There's an office for paperwork and filling out forms, and one for a toilet-the only staff toilet on these five floors.

For many years, the day-shift OIC has been Hattie "Mama" Cradle, a fifty-something woman five feet tall and just about as big around. She's got a clipboard in her hand and horn-rimmed reading specs on a chain around her thick neck. Officers give her their names and job numbers; she tells them where they're posted. I hang back a little, but then there's no more stalling: "Conover, two fifty-four," I say. She gets the spelling off the tag on my shirt, then, already poised to jot down the next name, says, "R-and-W"

My heart sinks. It's as bad as it could be. I am the first officer on the second-floor galleries, known by the letters R and W I've worked there a few times before, including my very first-horrifying-day of on-the-job training, when I accompanied a novice officer, or "newjack," who barely knew what he was doing. Today I'm that newjack, going it alone.

I crowd into Cradle's office and look for my keys-four separate rings of the big, heavy "bit" keys, which work cell doors, with center-gate, end-gate, and fire-alarm keys thrown on for good measure. I attach these to my belt, and feel the weight. My heart is pounding, but there's nothing for it. I find a fresh battery for the floor's portable communications radio and grab a sheaf of forms that I have to fill out during my shift. Last is the list of "keeplocks." I copy mine from Cradle's bulletin board, noting that there are two new ones in the past twenty-four hours. Keeplocks are inmates on disciplinary restriction. In the old days there were few such inmates, and often they would be sent to solitary confinement, known as the Special Housing Unit or the Box. But now their numbers overwhelm the Box, so they stay put, mixed in with the general population-except they can't come out of their cells. One of our main responsibilities as gallery officers is to keep the keeplocks locked up. Because we're always in a hurry and often don't know the inmates, this is harder than it sounds. It's easy to unlock the wrong door.

I pass through two more gates on my way upstairs and relieve the night officer on R-and-W Since the galleries are all locked down at night, mainly her job is to check, every hour or so, that every inmate is still breathing. It's not a bad job, and if an inmate does die, it's no problem-unless he's found with rigor mortis. In that case, she will lose her job, because of the cold, hard proof that she wasn't really checking. The night officer hands me the radio and some other keys. Does she know what the new keeplocks are in for? I ask.

"I don't know, I don't care, they're not my friends, and I don't like them," she says with a suddenness and finality that I find kind of funny. She hands me the radio, which I attach to my belt. She's left some wrappers and tissues around the desktop, but I don't mention it; she looks tired. I envy her as she puts on her coat: She's going home and doesn't have to deal with the inmates any longer. "The cells are all deadlocked," she adds before leaving, which means that not only is the huge bar, or "brake", in place which locks them all at once but that the cells are locked individually. Inmates are not at large at night, swarming around you on their way to chow, arguing with you when it's time to "lock in," calling you names, stressing you out. Pandora's box is closed. My first job of the day, with breakfast less than an hour away, will be to open it.


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    Posted June 3, 2008

    A Brother in BLUE

    If you think you want be a corrections officer, read this book first, i never wanted to be one, i wanted to be a cop(i would not want to do anything else now, i found what i am good at, most of the days are good, the bad ones you learn to deal with someway) he tells you the big stuff, but its the small stuff that gets you everyday (weak officers, backstabing officers, non-supportive supervisors, horrible administration). I have given this book to my family and my friends so they know what i could deal with in a single day, and everyone comes back with the same question. Has some of that stuff in that book happened to you? The anwser is YES, everything in that book has happened to me or someone i work with, and in this industry, when something happens to your brother in BLUE, it happens to you!!!! For anyone who is a NEWJACK, trust me, the job gets easier everyday, you learn how to 'JAIL', you can do 25 years in this job if you can keep your head straight, it isn't easy, you need good family support, people to talk to, hangout with the guys from work that you are close to and find a hobby, in 25 years you will be retired, hopefully you can enjoy another 25 years relaxing.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2008

    Great Read For New Officers

    As a Correctional Officer myself, I highly recommend that anyone newly hired or looking into the field read this book. The author gives an accurate picture of what it is like to be a new officer in a state prison. The only issue I have with the work is that by the end, the author allows himself to become much too close to the inmates and seems unaware of the possibility of staff manipulation. I would also highly recommend the book 'Games Criminals Play', a commonly assigned reading in correctional academies across the country. Excellent analysis into common methods employed by inmates to manipulate staff.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2011

    Excellent read, very fascinating.

    This book provides a terrific insight into a part of our country that does not get the appropriate public attention. The psychology of the prison environment, the motivations of corrections officers, and the struggle of day-to-day life in an American prison. If you have any interest in what's going on in a state prison - you should read this.

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  • Posted November 15, 2009

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    A good read.

    I thought the way the book is written made it very easy to follow and be in the place the writer wanted you to be.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2006

    Inside

    Inside the most totalitarian part of the world-America's prison system- a world few glimpse, even less than North Korea with many misconceptions. Conover's world is filled with cruelty and moral ambiguity as most of the prisoners heckle him day in and day out, giving us a human dimension into the truly demeaning world of both inmate and correction officers lives. As the book definitely demonstrates, most correction officers are not bad, they are actually good men with one of the most dangerous jobs on earth with few accolades and even less pay. However, Conover, is not an apologist for the system, giving us insights into some of the more creepy guards who seem as though they could be more at home with the inmates like the slimy CO Wickersham. He does not set out either to demonize the inmates but shows that it was them vs. us most of the time, especially with black guards who received the worst treatment and gave the worst treatment to prisoners (maybe slavery hasn't left us). Also, there is the intelligent and prophetic inmate Larson who had an ephiphany of where our prisons would go: more so-called 'Supermax' prisons and for-profit prisons while being understaffed. Also, I think Conover somewhat downplayed the rapes in prison of men, although women certainly do play a much bigger role.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2011

    Boring

    It kept me falling asleep great for reading before bed

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2005

    what a great read

    This is a very insightful book. I enjoyed every minute of it and could not put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2004

    An Insider's View

    This short book shows the real life hardships of the life of a correctional officers life over the period of one year. It shows the stresses that come along with the daily job of guarding some of New York¿s worst criminals and the toll it takes on ones personal life as well. This book is unique because of the author¿s ability to paint a clear and unbiased picture of the hell that jail is not just for the criminal, but for those who put themselves in harms way everyday to keep Sing Sing up and running.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2001

    Behind locked doors

    Conover presents a very real look behind the locked doors of one of America's most renowned, and feared, prisons. The account of his months as a Corrections Officer there provides insight into the minds and actions of prison guards and of the prisoners they watch over. In the book, we see how the strained relationship between the two can lead to some acts of cruelty and abuse on both parts, as well as to moments of awareness of each others' predicament in carrying out their respective roles. Conover was not discouraged by the authorities' rejection of his requests to go inside the prison to do research and instead decided to take the C.O. test and enter the system as one of its own, not unlike the Nellie Bly strategy of writing about poor working conditions in the sweatshops more than 100 years ago by becoming a factory worker herself. This quest to give us the insider's view is what makes Conover's book all the more interesting and valuable, as it allows us to see guards and prisoners alike without the affectation that would taint the process if either side knew that they were being observed. 'Newjack' has gotten me hooked on Conover and I have since begun reading 'Coyotes' and can't put it down either.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2001

    Pretty Dull

    Anyone excepting an exciting prison story will be sorely disappointed.This work is suprisingly dull.It basically chronicles the days of an undercover prison guard,who has one message to convey:don't become a prison guard.If the message was that the prison system is fouled up, I would have rather had it condensed into a magazine article.If you are expecting an exciting read about life inside a prison,along the lines of 'The Hot House' or 'In the Belly of the Beast' you will not be satisfied.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2001

    Good Read

    Not the most exciting read, but very insightful and interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2000

    Valuable Insight

    This book provides the insight into the criminal justice system that is usually viewed by only a few chosen people. From the way you need to be chosen, most of us will pass. It is well written and exceptionally developed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2000

    The best I have read with complete accuracy!

    Having worked in a similiar field (child protective social work) and being familiar with the prison system, I found this book to be an accurate depiction of what it is like to deal with inmates. The public often does not know about the vicarious trama workers face each day. I highly recommend this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2000

    ONLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

    Having retired as a Corr. Lt. after twenty five years in N.Y.S D.O.C.S. and having met Ted Conover,I can attest to the brutal honesty of this incredible book. Believe me he has only scratched the surface of life bejind prison walls.The constant exposure of Correction Officers to openly hostile inmates and the daily frustrations of a system dealing with human personalities. Is in many cases overwhelming for the general public to understand. I sincerly hope Ted Conover will continue to tell his story of having served as a NYS Correction Officer. I applaud him and thank him for telling a story wich needs to be told.

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