My Trip to Jail

Visiting somebody in jail always has a sense of excitement and anxiety for me. Each of my experiences have been vastly different, ranging from an “official visit” where I was allowed a minimally invasive search, unlimited visiting time, and private space for the inmate and I to talk, to being rejected for the supposed presence of drugs on my body.

Last year, my first visit to the Philadelphia Correctional Facilities was marked by a feeling of loss of identity and individuality. I was treated like a number, shuffled through and processed, and expected to follow the same rules as the inmates. No crossing your legs, you must sit straight forward, no touching, no jewelry, closed-toed shoes only, no revealing clothing. You are invasively patted down (sometimes a few times), drug tested, sent through a metal detector, and are under the watchful eye of the guard as you sit in a large room with any other inmate receiving a visit and their guest. “1072984, 15 minutes... 1072984, 10 minutes... 1072984, 5 minutes...” are warning signs that I will soon leave the cinderblock-walled, stale room, back to my freedom and the inmate is ushered back to her cell, left to absorb the visit as I may be the only person that goes to visit her this week, this month, or at all. When I approach the locked door, I give the guard an anticipatory look, waiting for the loud buzz and click to permit me through, I am patted down again, retrieve my earrings, nose ring, watch, slips of paper, and even my belt from the locker, and get back into the inmate shuttle van that takes me back to my car.

I can’t help but think that if that is how the visitors are treated, how are the inmates treated? Like criminals? Well, I guess that’s probably expected. But what is the rationale behind our prison system? Punitive or Rehabilitative? There are two camps at work here, that people have done a crime, they should pay the time. Lock them away, deprive them of every luxury so as to deter them from ever committing another crime again. The other ideology is seen as rehabilitative, seeing the inherent potential for good in each inmate and providing them with the tools and training to make better decisions on the outside.

Given my de-humanizing experiences, I would venture to say that at least Philadelphia tends more towards the former, resulting in shockingly high recidivism rates, 68% of men and 58% of women re-committing the same crime that landed them in jail in the first place. We simply cannot expect people to make better choices if they are not educated and provided the opportunity to work through their issues in a most therapeutic and individualized manner.