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Solitary Confinement a Fate Worse Than Death, Inmate Writes

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In 1987, William Blake, at the age of 23, killed a police officer and injured another while trying to escape a county courthouse he was held in on a drug charge. He was given a 77-year minimum sentence and has spent the last 26 years in solitary confinement at the maximum-security Elmira Correctional Facility in New York state. Blake wrote an essay on his experience in jail where he calls solitary confinement a fate worse than death. He starts with some background:

"You deserve an eternity in hell," Onondaga County Supreme Court judge Kevin Mulroy told me from his bench as I stood before him for sentencing on July 10, 1987. Apparently he had the idea that God was not the only one justified to make such judgment calls. Judge Mulroy wanted to "pump six buck's worth of electricity into [my] body," he also said, though I suggest that it wouldn't have taken six cent's worth to get me good and dead. He must have wanted to reduce me and The Chair to a pile of ashes. My "friend" Governor Mario Cuomo wouldn't allow him to do that, though, the judge went on, bemoaning New York State's lack of a death statute due to the then-Governor's repeated vetoes of death penalty bills that had been approved by the state legislature. Governor Cuomo's publicly expressed dudgeon over being called a friend of mine by Judge Mulroy was understandable, given the crimes that I had just been convicted of committing. I didn't care much for him either, truth be told. He built too many new prisons in my opinion, and cut academic and vocational programs in the prisons already standing.

It seemed like everybody wanted him dead, Blake writes, and he couldn't blame them. What he ended up with, he writes, was worse:

Though it is true that I've never died and so don't know exactly what the experience would entail, for the life of me I cannot fathom how dying any death could be harder or more terrible than living through all that I have been forced to endure for the last quarter-century… I've read of the studies done regarding the effects of long-term isolation in solitary confinement on inmates, seen how researchers say it can ruin a man's mind, and I've watched with my own eyes the slow descent of sane men into madness—sometimes not so slow. What I've never seen the experts write about, though, is what year after year of abject isolation can do to that immaterial part in our middle where hopes survive or die and the spirit resides. So please allow me to speak to you of what I've seen and felt during some of the harder times of my twenty-five-year SHU odyssey. I've experienced times so difficult and felt broken and loneliness to such a degree that it seemed to be a physical thing inside so thick it felt like it was choking me, trying to squeeze the sanity from my mind, the spirit from my soul, and the life from my body. I've seen and felt hope becoming like a foggy ephemeral thing, hard to get ahold of, even harder to keep ahold of as the years as the years and then decades disappeared while I stayed trapped in the emptiness of the SHU world. I've seen minds slipping down the slope of sanity, descending into insanity, and I've been terrified that I would end up like the guys around me that have cracked and become nuts. It's a sad thing to watch a human being go insane before your eyes because he can't handle the pressure that the box exerts on the mind, but it is sadder still to see the spirit shaken from a soul. And it is more disastrous. Sometimes the prison guards find them hanging and blue; sometimes their necks get broken when they jump from their bed, the sheet tied around the neck that's also wrapped around the grate covering the light in the ceiling snapping taut with a pop. I've seen the spirit leaving men in SHU and have witnessed the results.

Read the rest of the piece, which won an Honorable Mention in the Yale Law Journal's Prison Law Writing Contest, here.

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