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Society’s indifference

May 10, 2008

In early 2001, I was entering the approval process to do lay chaplain work in a maximum security prison. I don’t recall where I got the referral for a book, Inside the Fence: A Handbook for Those in Prison Ministry, by Rev. David M. Schilder. But I did buy a copy, and It proved to be very helpful, certainly helpful for someone who had never stepped one foot inside of a prison much less talked to any man who was incarcerated.

Very early in the book, Fr. Schilder said, ‘… a person is sent to prison as punishment, not for punishment.’ It sounds like a trite statement, doesn’t it? But you’d be amazed at society’s indifference to the plight of the prisoner. So what if the cell is cold in the winter? Who cares if an offender is indigent and has no extra money for stamps, writing paper, envelopes, phone calling cards? Can’t afford a color TV, or any TV? Should have thought of that ahead of time.

And if society as a whole is indifferent, then individuals who come from that society can very easily be indifferent also. Those individuals can be found both inside and outside of the criminal justice system. Volunteers are included. Yes, and even chaplains. I might add that indifference may be too soft of a term for some. So feel free to substitute fear and hatred, or at least see fear and hatred as underlying sources of indifference.

The fact that an entire segment of society is feared and despised is most vividly demonstrated by the out-of sight/out-of-mind location of many of our penal institutions. Abandon them, forget them. See them as scum, treat them as scum, cleanse our cities and communities of the scum. Send them away somewhere so we don’t have to be reminded of them. It would be naïve to think that prevailing attitude doesn’t gnaw away at those of us who are choosing to see offenders as God’s children, brothers and sisters, those to be loved unconditionally. People, really, no different from anyone else.

To be successful working with offenders requires a resistance to that indifference, fear, hatred. When one resists society’s indifference while engaging an offender, there is better listening, more thoughtful questions, timely responses and follow-up, a willingness to apologize for any omissions or slights, an interest in the person rather than the offense, greater sensitivity to emotional swings and other daily ups and downs. Offenders pick up on indifference toward them even when surface behaviors appear to be caring had helpful.

In my experience, offenders thrive on honesty, firmness, and fairness. It’s when one feels singled out that things can spin out of control. When one feels lied to or rules are enforced inconsistently or arbitrarily, a mixture of hopelessness and anger can take over an offender’s life.

A volunteer chaplain visit can be a momentary respite from the grind of prison life bringing immense value to any offender being visited. Being attentive to how they are really doing, not necessarily how they say they are doing, takes lots of practice, time, patience. As a chaplain, on a volunteer basis, I’m not in a position to fix much of anything. The men know that. But I can encourage them to use the system provided if they have concerns about how they or others are being treated.

I challenge them to seek meaning in today, to take care of themselves physically, spiritually, and intellectually. I attempt to help them understand that no one will ever care about them as much as they need to care about themselves.

Becoming indifferent to the prison environment, and the lives of the men therein, is something I guard against. I try to stay focused on each individual and resist the temptation to generalize or categorize. I’m beginning my 8th year and I would trade this work for little else.

 

A matter of our being there

May 8, 2008

Last weekend found me on a three-day retreat in the prison. Still trying to recover, and it was a great success. We had 19 offenders and 12 retreat team members. The men really respond to a change of pace, environment, topics of conversation, group work, singing, prayer, and cookies.

It had been four years since I had participated in the retreat known as Residents Encounter Christ. Non-denominational with Catholic roots, the content is not a ram-it-down-one’s-throat effort. It is most often simply a matter of our being there and speaking about what we believe. The offenders are free to take it or leave it.

I must say, it was very, very good and most rewarding.

Can’t complain

February 27, 2008

Turned around halfway to the prison this morning. All clear here, but snow and slick roads 45 minutes south. My ABS system was squawking when I tried to stop for a driver turning into a filling station. That was enough for me with many miles of hilly, winding, two-lane road ahead. Driving conditions have caused me to come home on only two occasions in seven years. Can’t complain in the least.

But I do miss seeing the men, and there is no small amount of prep time to get mentally ready for my visits to the prison. I’m also aware, however, of the name frequently given to the highway I travel each Wednesday: Blood Alley. Next Wednesday will be better.

Time and doing what’s right

February 25, 2008

One last check of email before I headed to the kitchen this morning to prepare a beef, leek, beer stew. Not really a long preparation nor a long simmer time, but I did have a meeting to attend, leaving here around 4:15. Good news was to be found in my in-box. The meeting has been canceled. One of the key participants is unable to return from New Orleans in time. We shall reschedule.

New Orleans. A different feel the last few years to seeing or hearing the name of that city. We had so much fun during our last visit there. Most of my visits had been alone for business, but our vacation time there along with another couple was like magic. But now I feel a sadness at the sight or sound of that name.

A friend of mine celebrating his First Mass there following ordination in 2002 was my last excuse for being in the city. He now works at Xavier University and has been affected greatly by what has happened to his hometown.

When we were in theology school together, he and I put together a day of dialogue on issues of race. We called it “Tilling the Silence.” An apt name for the minimal racial and ethnic inclusion within the Catholic Church and its institutions. Our meeting today was for our monthly meeting of the Diversity Coalition of Saint Louis. He would be pleased that something is still going on.

Pulled together in 1996 to launch an affirmative action plan for the Archdiocese of St. Louis, the coalition has hit one stone wall after another. Our focus is primarily in the high schools and parishes. Progress is exceeding slow. The Human Rights Office withdrew from the coalition a number of years ago due to a lack of vision and passion for doing anything requiring dialogue, planning, and action. A frustrating move since the Human Rights Office was the prime mover in forming the Coalition.

Someday, we’ll meet with the current Archbishop to see where he is on the general topic. From what I’ve seen of him, I’d be surprised if he would not endorse a well-reasoned plan to improve racial and ethnic inclusion. The previous Archbishop supported our planning wholeheartedly. But those he charged with responsibility for helping move things forward turned toward power and politics to defuse any meaningful efforts. Every single one of them is now elsewhere.

Black History Month is a good time to reflect upon such things. Time and doing what’s right are on our side if we don’t lose sight of where we need to be going.

Words do matter

February 19, 2008

This is one of those days when everything feels right. When I awoke this morning, it was about 10° – cold for here – but along with that came beautiful clear skies to frame the muted winter light on the  woods behind the house.

On the immediate agenda is to get outside for a quick run. Indoor work includes developing a reflection booklet for our Lenten Day of Reflection this coming Saturday. I have received several suggested quotes, poems, and passages on our selected theme. Our practice has been, for the past five years, to base our theme on a passage from the readings of the following Sunday. It works. The theme this year is robust: 

“Whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst.”   [Jn 4:14]

And, coincidentally, we have recently been given a hand-carved woman-at-the-well. The carver is an impoverished resident of Cite Soleil in Haiti. Definitely a center piece for our gathering space. This photo will be on the cover of our booklet as well.

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On the home-front, we had a couple of kitchen cabinet hinges lose their plastic cam for spring closure. They simply fatigued and snapped off. In a matter of 20 minutes, or so, I found a source on the Internet (at 7 a.m., of all things)  and ordered 12 hinges. For one thing, we have assured no further breaks now that we have a ready reserve on the way. What did we do before the Internet?

Tomorrow is prison day. Recordkeeping is a must for me. On any given day, I’ll visit with 20-25 men, all of whom will be different from my last visit. During the year, however, the visits usually settle in around 80-100 offenders with several visits with each one. My folder includes seven years of visits on a spreadsheet. By the time I’ve updated the information the evening before I go down there, I’m ready to reconnect and listen.

One may wonder about the term “offender.” That is the term used by the Department of Corrections. I couldn’t agree more. The terms “prisoner” and “inmate” describe states of being. The term “convict” implies that something has been done to him or her. The term “offender” places the label, and the reason for it, where it belongs. Words do matter.

The other side of the steel door

February 16, 2008

Lent has begun in a more thought-provoking manner this year than in prior years. Ash Wednesday was very early, February 6. It is doubtful that it can ever be much  earlier. Easter falls on March 23, and the formula for Easter Sunday placement requires that a lot be squeezed into a very short time span.

Easter falls on the first Sunday after the full moon which follows the vernal equinox. In 2008, spring begins on March 20 which also helps. That, at least, allows two days for the full moon to appear.

So, in the dark and cold of winter,  we held an Ash Wednesday service at the prison from 1:00 to 3:00 p.m. I have a pile of transparencies for doing a group Stations of the Cross. We found an uncluttered wall in our small room which would be visible to all 18 offenders in attendance. There is a set of small ceramic stations for hanging on the walls of the main chapel. Instead of hanging them up, we passed them out at random. The holder of a particular station would read the “Christ speaks”  part for the station with the corresponding number shown on the transparency. Everyone else would read in unison the “I reply” portion. Reading the parts aloud can be difficult for some due to the emotions expressed in the writing.

When we finished, I asked a general question, “What did you think?” After a few brief responses, one offender began to share some very, very deep concerns in his life. I just listened. After a pause, one of the others responded. And then another. After 15 minutes, or so, most had offered  very supportive, encouraging, and understanding comments and suggestions. I had very little to say – even at the end.

A couple days later, on Saturday the 9th, I participated in our third Catholic Lenten Seminar at the prison. That session ran from 1:00 p.m. until 7:30 p.m. Again, I found myself speechless as thoughts, concerns, struggles were revealed and shared. Powerful moments were present during the seminar as during the Ash Wednesday service.

I must be getting old. All during my professional life, those who held positions like mine were expected to solve problems, fix and run things. In an environment like a prison, there are few things that can be fixed, and very little flexibility to “run” anything. It seems the only options are to be present, to listen, and to do what I can to help others take a different look at what’s going on in their lives.

The biggest single barrier is my lack of having experience in an offender’s reality. Particularly those in isolation. I don’t have a clue. There are times when I may get a glimpse at what it is like, but do I really have the foggiest idea? No.

My first conversations with incarcerated men were in December, 2000. Over these more that seven years, I have learned a great deal from hundreds of men. But on the other side of that steel door is a life I can’t even begin to imagine. The circumstances surrounding the lives of those men are beyond my comprehension. Being systematically abandoned, forgotten, despised by society – and often by family – is a condition unavailable to me … at least at the present.

As Lent moves forward, I will continue to reflect on what’s going on around me in my ministry.