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Saturday Art: The Exit Room (short film)

11:20 am in Uncategorized by Crane-Station

This is a powerful film, and I was only about a minute or so into it, when I realized that it reminded me of a film that I saw in the early 1970s. I will explain at the end of this post. Here is what Vimeo includes about The Exit Room:

Starring: Christopher Abbott
OFFICIAL SELECTION 2013 @ Tribeca Film Festival, Telluride Film Festival, Woodstock Film Festival, Austin Film Festival, Hollyshorts Film Festival, Aruba International Film Festival and many more.
SYNOPSIS: It is 2021, and imprisoned journalist Joseph Michaels faces government execution as he contemplates a desperate escape attempt in order to return to his wife and new-born in The Exit Room.
Director: Todd Wiseman Jr.
Producer: Ariel Elia
Cinematographer: Milos S. Silber
Co-Producer: Tyler Ben-Amotz
Editor: Brian Denny

The film that I saw in the early 1970s is called An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, and as it turns out, this film is based on that excellent film:

A Woman, Her Son, And An Elderly Woman: Frog Gravy 20 [with jail art]

7:45 am in Uncategorized by Crane-Station

Barn at winter by Crane-Station

Barn at winter by Crane-Station, colored pencil and magazine ink. Jail art.

Author’s note: Frog Gravy is a nonfiction account of incarceration in Kentucky in 2008 and 2009, in jails and in prison, and is reconstructed from my notes.

Names have been changed.

Frog Gravy contains graphic language.

This post is from jail.

Other posts are on MyFDL in my diaries, or you can go here:

froggravy.wordpress.com

I was raised Presbyterian, and we used to have a discussion group called “The Forum Hour” after the service. This is where I saw a short movie called An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge.

The movie is about a condemned man. He is to be hung, from a bridge. When he is dropped, the noose breaks. In the water, he loosens his hands and swims. He reaches a garden and reunites with his wife.

But it was all only a dream. The images flash in his mind, after he is dropped from the bridge and before he feels the searing pain of his neck breaking.


Here is a Wiki summary
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I often think of this man, this bridge, this dream of his, and his reality.

McCracken County Jail Cell 107, sometime in February, 2008

“Better hide that calendar,” says Christie.

“Why?” I ask.

“They’ll take it.”

“It came with some bible studies. It has a bible verse on it.”

“I don’t care, they’ll take it. They took mine, and it came from my minister.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because they can.”

I hide the calendar and we talk. There is absolutely nothing else to do.

Lea is a State war-on-drugs inmate. She is about my age. She has apparently been kicked out of drug court for a dirty urine. She shares with us that she has no hope any more, and that she wishes she would have not agreed to drug court in the first place, because now, she will do more time than she ever imagined.

Lea says she cannot help it, she wants to drink and use: “I hate it. I hate it because I don’t want to come up out of here like that again but I can’t help how I feel. I’ve been up in this piece of shit hole for 13 months now. I don’t want to go out and use and end up back in here but I can’t help it. When you’re stuck in this room 24/7, when they treat you like a fuckin’ animal, when you’re sittin’ here in fuckin’ pain, when you can’t sleep because your roommates are yelling all night, and it makes you want to fuckin’ scream. All that pisses you off and it’s always on your mind. I don’t know how I’m going to act when I get out. I can’t help it. When they’ve fucked you out of hours of sleep a night with the light thing…”

“The light torture?” I ask.

“Yeah, little things like the light. One night may be okay, but, say they’ve fucked you out of five or six hours of sleep a night for six months. You don’t think anything about the light, but they do it to you over and over and over.

Meg is on the phone saying, “If you come to my next court date you can slip cigarettes through the hole in the pretrial room…”

Down the hall, Harry yells from his isolation cell, “Let me out! HELP! HelpmehelpmeHELP! HELP!”

I say to Lea, “Like the cold, like never allowing recreation. Keeping us in this tiny cell with no outside time at all, month after agonizing month. Like not allowing us to even attend a single 12-step meeting.”

A few days later, Lea has a visitor. She returns to the cell after the visit, in tears.

Her visitor was her 15-year-old son. He was on the run from another state, where he was in foster care, and where he had been busted with some pot at school.

Lea tells us that her son was thin and pale, and that he did not have enough clothes to stay warm. She tries to contact some friends to see about getting the boy someplace to stay, some clothes and some food.

Lea is eventually transferred to PeWee, where she is happier. We do not hear any more. Until a while later.

Lea’s son was subsequently arrested and convicted of a violent crime. He and a couple of other teens robbed and beat an elderly woman, breaking her hip and critically injuring her. They demanded money. She told them she did not have any money. They beat her. They left her there. They returned and beat her some more.

Lea’s son received an eighteen-year sentence.

Meanwhile, all these years later, I notice that Lea is serving out a fifteen year sentence for her original drug charges. Here is what that looks like (identifying information deleted):

Conviction Information

Offense Number 1
Indictment #: XXXXXXXXX
Crime Date: 04/16/2005
Conviction Date: 07/12/2005
Conviction County: McCracken Indictment Count: 002
KRS Code: 218.A5002
Felony Class: D
Sentence Length: 0005 years 00 months 00 days
Offense: POSSESSION OF DRUG PARAPHERNALIA II

Offense Number 2
Indictment #: XXXXXXXXX
Crime Date: 04/16/2005
Conviction Date: 07/12/2005
Conviction County: McCracken Indictment Count: 001
KRS Code: 218.A1415
Felony Class: D
Sentence Length: 0005 years 00 months 00 days
Offense: POSSESSION OF CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE I (FIRST OFFENSE)

Offense Number 3
Indictment #: XXXXXXXXX
Crime Date: 10/20/2004
Conviction Date: 07/12/2005
Conviction County: McCracken Indictment Count: 001
KRS Code: 218A.00
Felony Class: D
Sentence Length: 0005 years 00 months 00 days
Offense: THEFT OF A PRESCRIPTION BLANK 1ST OFFENSE

Parole Information

06/12/2007 Parole Recommended
12/14/2007 Deferred 009
09/16/2008 Parole Recommended
01/07/2010 Deferred 009
10/12/2010 Parole Recommended
07/07/2011 Serve Out

I think it is ironic that Kentucky believes that beating an elderly woman nearly to death is roughly equivalent to possessing a rolling paper, a prescription blank and some pills, in terms of sentencing.

Lea is considered a Class D non-violent drug offender. Since Kentucky has now eliminated all drug treatment for Class D non-violent offenders, she will serve out her sentence, as you can see above, and then she will again return to the community, untreated.

Meanwhile, her son will likely do 85% flat on eighteen, because of his violent crime.

The victim in this tragic case, the elderly woman, will likely live the rest of her life in pain.

If the elderly woman inadvertently places a pain pill into the wrong container, or if she sells a pain pill because there is no heating assistance to the elderly any more, or if she gets a pill from a friend because her Medicare has been cut off, and she is in pain but cannot afford a doctor, she will be arrested and locked up as well.

Author’s end note: I produced the drawings in Fulton County, and later at PeWee. McCracken County Jail banned all art materials as well as educational materials of any kind, unless they were expressly religious. I was also not allowed FWIW to attend any 12-step meetings whatsoever, during my stay in McCracken County Jail, even though I was serving time for a non-violent drug conviction.