Semi-happy father’s day

By Anthony Casson

I’m keeping this one short–quiet roads with gorgeous hills and trees are calling my name for an afternoon of cycling.

Despite my unfortunate position, I still wish everyone a very HAPPY FATHER’S DAY. As my dad has said, there are hundreds of thousands of people in prison, so I’m certainly not the only one without a guy to hug today. Life moves forward.

Funny, I just read a Tweet that said, “Happy father’s day to all the men that take care of their children no matter what the situation may be.” My dad fits into this category.

While he cannot influence–or protect–me directly, my dad takes care of my by simply doing whatever he can to get out of Oakdale FCI. I recently received a personal letter from him; he sounds completely optimistic and very passionate about researching more about the prison system–it’s the first time I’ve heard him so determined to know more about something…that’s the truth. He’s constantly calculating his tenure at Oakdale, figuring out the best thing to do to cut his sentence (all legal, of course); he’s embracing the “friends” around him and isn’t sinking into depression or a state of hopeless thought.

That must be where I get it from. This Casson-duo, no matter the life difficulty, always maintains a forward progression. Believe it or not, when we talk on the phone, we’re usually laughing or joking about prison–if we don’t, we’ll face excruciating pain.

So, things could certainly be worse, and that’s why I give a hearty shout-out to all those padres who do a damn good job at being men, dads.

If it wasn’t 10 a.m., I’d have a glass of whiskey in celebration…maybe in 10 more hours.

Only in America…

By Tony Casson

Only in America would the constitution require us to take better care of our prisoners than our children.

I am fed three meals a day, and while I would rather go to Wild About Harry’s in Dallas (Texas) for a chili dog (JUMBO) and some frozen custard, no one in federal custody—and there are nearly 300,000 members—is going to starve. We also have clothing provided, and a bed to sleep in which is more than can be said for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of America’s poor.

Within the Bureau of Prisons are different security levels. None of what I’m going to talk about is “top secret”, it just isn’t known, because let’s face it, the only people concerned with prisons are those who have to go to one, right? Well, a lot can be learned browsing the B.O.P. websites and other inmate-related sites.

There are some very bad, very evil individuals incarcerated throughout this country on both state and federal levels—this is true. There are some very high security, very bad prisons where the unspeakable happens because the individuals in them don’t care—they have nothing to lose, so violence against another inmate and/or correctional officer means nothing.

I am no expert on the different levels, nor do I intend to ever become professionally experienced with the topic. I hope to just do my own time and salvage what remains of the rest of my life. Oakdale is classified as a low security institution and individuals are placed in a certain level initially based on a ‘point’ system, which the B.O.P. website discusses. Points are accumulated based on age, criminal history, violence history, and other factors. The lower your points, the lower your security institution. My points are probably low enough to qualify for camp status, but sex offenders do not qualify for camp due to our public safety factor. Drug dealers, bank robbers and the like can work their way down to camp. No public safety factor there. In addition, at the end of your sentence, an inmate can qualify for up to 12 months in a halfway house, unless they are a sex offender, and then the maximum HH is 30 days.

Oakdale is divided into 3 parts: The FCI, the FDC (Federal Detention Center), and the Camp. Together they make up the entire FCC (Federal Correctional Complex).

Several high profile inmates have come through the FCI or Camp, including some who still remain. I am told that several Enron (or former Enron) executives came through. The former WorldCom executive is serving part of his 24 ½-year sentence at FCI. The former governor of Louisiana also served time at the Camp, I’m told.

All in all, there are approximately 2 ½ million people incarcerated in America.

The prison business is BIG business, and over time I’ll explain that further. Some or what I have read and heard is pretty amazing. This is not all about keeping society safe, or rehabilitation, or doing anything that actually benefits society.

But a lot of it IS about big business and keeping more people incarcerated for longer periods of time and the many public, and private, individuals who benefit financially from theses incarcerations.

For many of the people incarcerated, there are many more effective methods of punishment that are not only less costly to the public, but actually could benefit society as a whole.

In the meantime, drop me a line and say hello!

New Acquaintances and Dynamite Dreams

By Tony Casson

Once the pecking order is clear and everyone knows his place, life isn’t so bad–for prison, of course.

I must say that Oakdale is very clean and in very good repair. The staff seems to do their jobs and no one seems abusive.

I’ve found that, like most situations in life, prison life can be worse than it actually is if you allow yourself to dwell strictly on the negatives.

As time passes (and I have little of that ahead of me), I will talk about the different types of facilities within the prison system and the different philosophies and approaches to incarceration and rehabilitation as perceived by myself and my fellow inmates and acquaintances.

I believe I am fortunate in being placed where I was placed and meeting the people I have met. We share ideas and thoughts on a wide range of subjects that should provide fodder for this blog for as long as this story lasts, and for as long as anyone cares to share these times with me. Continue reading “New Acquaintances and Dynamite Dreams”

“D.W.B’s and S.O’s” part IV

By Tony Casson

The following morning (April 7), I got up and went out to get my laundry issued. I returned my elastic-waist pants and canvas shoes; I was issued 3 khaki shirts, 3 khaki pants, 3 pairs of tan boxers, 3 pairs of white socks, and a very uncomfortable pair of steel-toe work boots—oh yes, and a lovely adjustable nylon belt with a plastic clasp. The pants were sans zipper, buttons only, and made right here in Oakdale, but we’ll get to that later. Continue reading ““D.W.B’s and S.O’s” part IV”

An Irresponsible Son

By Anthony Casson

I dare not look at the last post date. Painful the feeling of the present; irresponsible the label of the self.

Obviously there exists no hint of storytelling of my father’s life behind bars, and that is all on me. It’s a strange feeling today, realizing that my dad is gone for a few years, and I’ve done very little to keep his presence afloat in our hustling, bustling lives. In my defense, however, there is far more going on than any of you can know.

No longer am I constantly burdened with the painful reality that my dad is on a “trip”. Well, maybe not “no longer”; perhaps the better thing to say is that I’m desensitized to the whole situation–a far cry from my post weeks and weeks ago.

The reality of my parent dilemma is simple: prior to my dad’s arrest, he was away in Florida for a few years–distant and without much opportunity to chat–and I lived in the Northwest; after my dad’s arrest, I still live in the Northwest, and I still experience enormous lengths of time without speaking to him. They (my parents) were confident about communication staying open when they forced me to leave Texas in 8th grade for Washington–funny…it seems the kid was right all along; communication sucked well before all of this legal nonsense.

Next to my laptop lies a stack of letters from my father–ones for the blog and one marked for my eyes only (father to son). Am I in a hurry to re-purpose the letters for your viewing pleasure? Nope. Am I a lazy person? Now THAT is hilarious!

I blame my lack of posting on college, women, career planning and my obvious lack of intensified interest.

I’m a very passionate person–when I find something I really enjoy, I put everything into it. It’s then only logical that I must not have a burning desire to constantly add my father’s stories. All he can do is write and hope I’ll post them. Prisoners, remember, do not have rights; that includes having a personal blog.

This story is unique, interesting, intriguing, and all the other things required to draw readers closer. I love to write for my father, but only sometimes. When your career focuses solely on being a writer, it’s difficult to squeeze in more time to put words together for someone else (even if that person is your father).

What exactly is the POINT of this post? I honestly cannot say. Maybe I’m frustrated, irritated, tired, and I’m trying to express that to you. Maybe it’s because I didn’t want to slice open another white envelope and type the words as I read them from my father’s letter.

Everything you have read, and everything you will read on this blog isn’t easy to produce. There should be no hurry, though. We’ve got 4 years to kill…