Watching a documentary about Louisiana state penitentiary, the notorious Angola prison. Listening to the fat white southern warden speaking about how god brings morals and the work is bringing meaning to the poor folks in the prison (said while pointing at a not so Caucasian inmate...yeah, we give their life meaning i tell you, what would they do without us and the prison? have more babies? now where is my mint julip...) brings a stench of nothing changed in a hundred years, other than the name... and considering the prisoners get less than an Indonesian eight year old per day, a great business model... slavery is slavery is slavery and there is not even the guise of anything else here... book em lock em work em till they die...if they get out? book em lock em work em till they die. (breaking parole...no need to waste time on another trial....efficient fast track to permanent slavery....) Like all of Angola’s wardens, Cain has continued the tradition of hard labor: most inmates work in the fields eight hours a day, five days a week, harvesting hundreds of acres of soybeans, wheat, corn, and cotton—picked by hand and sold by Prison Enterprises, the business arm of the Louisiana Department of Corrections. ahm...pick that cotton?...right...ahm...am i the only one that cringes a little hearing that ? but it is ok...you are a slave but nobody is allowed to call you niger anymore so everything is just fiiiiiiiine...
Posted on: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 14:34:30 +0000
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