Chapter 2 – The New Regime Begins
We rode the hour on the bus to the new prison, trussed up like turkeys….uncomfortable and hardly able to move! When we got there, all 630 of us were marched out onto a field. A small stage was set up, and there was a tall, well-builtwoman up there. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her.
The she spoke into the microphone and said. “Welcome to your new home, State Prison for Women or SPW. My name is Warden Katherine Kelly, but the only way permissible way for you to address me is “ma’am". She barked.
“Unlike your previous Warden, I believe that you are here to be punished, not rehabilitated. The majority of the citizens agree with me, therefore, I will INSURE every one of you is punished each and every minute pof every day that you’re confined here!" she snapped. What a bitch!
Then it hit me. Katherine Kelly was the same woman who spoke at my sentencing hearing. She was a member of the board of directors of the museum I hit, and made a strong statement to the judge that I deserved the maximum sentence…7 years. The judge only gave me five. I hoped Kelly didn’t remember me.
The crazy bitch droned on for two hours solid, telling us every one of her screwed-up rules. Then they sent 500 of us to the maximum security cells to wait for our classification hearing. The rest went to the large intake dorm. I was so tired of hearing the bitch talk, I was glad to go to a cell, even if it was a tiny solitary hard cell!
Hearings were held the rest of the day and next morning. Then, we were all chained up and assembled again to hear what the Warden had decided.
She had personally interviewed and classified 100 inmates, and now she would announce the classification to all of us, then proceed with assigning them, giving them new uniforms, and witnessing their haircuts….all in front of everyone!
