Quite frankly, as someone who works in closely with those who both end up in and work in prisons, I hope it is "shitty". I am generally a nice person, but I have little patience for those who go to prison because they disregarded and did not respect the rights of other, who then suddenly become quite verbal and demanding when it comes to their "rights", something I believe they should no longer have.
However, it is not like it is on TV, and does not happen as often people think unless you are a pedophile.
And, there is a difference between high security and regular. Obviously there are high security ones here as well. Regardless, people are the same wherever you go. I can promise you, if it's going to happen in prison here, it's going to happen in prison there.
Originally, I had not intended to say a word until I finished reading this entire thread. The above comments, however, shattered my cool and my silence. Here are some reasons:
I've been to jail. Definitely not the same as prison (to which I've never been), but most people don't seem to get the difference. I've been more than once and am not ashamed to admit it. I'm ashamed that societal laws saw my circumstances as no more than "any other violator", but things could be worse. I DO, on the other hand, accept responsibility for my actions (or the lack thereof, if you wanna look at it that way). You see, I'm intelligent and aware enough to see wrongs on my side of the fence as well as the other. Nonetheless, til now, only people closest to me and those involved with the legalities have ever heard this story. I tell it now in hopes eyes, HEARTS, and MINDS (Wldgirl) will be opened and education can prevail.
When I was 17 and 6 months or so, I bought stereo equipment from a person who stole it. Kick in the head funny part? I had a small get-together to celebrate and "show off." One of the most important guests was my best friend from high-school: turns out the stereo was his father's! Their house had been robbed 2 weeks prior.
He didn't believe I stole it, but he recognized it with certainty. I gave it to him voluntarily and cried for 2 days (in fear of the law, in fear that I would lose my friend, and in realization that I was so damned naive). His dad pressed charges against me, the detectives were "too busy" to look for any "salesman" that I told them about. The judge decided I was just another troublesome black youth (though I had never been in trouble and was one of only two minorities enrolled at my private school where I had an academic scholarship). The prosecuting attorney and judge decided to postpone the trial til I turned 18 so they could prosecute me as an adult (laws weren't what they are now, so you actually had to wait) and convict me of a felony. Their plan worked beautifully.
I was sentenced to the regional jail and served 6 months after good behavior credits were applied. In that time, I gained a felony record, lost the respect of numerous people who didn't know the real deal, lost a decent job, got kicked out by my already "doubting parents," lost a lot of my own self esteem, and got scared the hell out of my damned mind. Those were the major reprecussions that come to mind at that time. But there was more to come....
Here in the Commonwealth of Virginia (different than a State as most are in the US), there are different rules. For one thing (not that this doesn't apply to some States), regardless of your charge or conviction, there ARE court costs in addition to any fines, fees, jail time, community service, or monetary restorations. If you cannot or do not pay the court costs within 90 days, you automatically lose your license to drive. Having served my time, but having exhausted my savings, as well as having lost my job and home, I found myself in a position to decide between paying further societal fees or paying for a place to live and a way to eat.
Just so you know, colleges (I had planned on going to NYU, UVA, or UCLA @ Berkely), employers, and landlords frowned heavily on convicted felons and this was in the wake of the Reagan era of criminal awareness and "reform". That means, to understate severely, my options went from 60 to 60 below faster than I could say "I'm fucked". Worse, I lived in a rural area and my license was suspended since I was in jail during the 90 day period that was established to pay my court costs (which were over $400). You may not be familiar with what that means in Virginia, but it means no public transportation, 30-40 minutes "to town", and a one way cab ride (if you could get one) STARTING at $35 and increasing with mileage and time. So even if I could get a piece of shit job, I basically had no way to get to and from it.
Soon, I found myself wandering the streets between shifts - staying up and just walking around or visiting the University library all night just because I had no where to go or no way to get there. I damn near starved trying to pay costs and maintain myself while doing things the right way. Finally, I decided: Fuck it. I had a car that was just sitting and I made the (illegal) choice to drive. I figured, if I needed, at least I could get to and from work, and sleep in the car. Of course, it was a matter of time til I got caught.
Driving on a suspended license is a crime all across the US and probably anywhere else, far as I know. Having already had a criminal record despite the fact the two were unrelated meant harsher sentencing. I did time in jail again: once, twice, again.... Did it matter anymore? To me, it was obvious that I most certainly did NOT matter. The suck-ass thing was that as politically aware and inclined as I was/am, it was irrelevant. In the Commonwealth of Virginia, felons have no right to vote either.
Anyway.... back to the main topic... Was I raped? No. Was the THREAT of rape presented. Certainly - on more than a few occasions. It was almost a running joke or at least a claim of power amongst those who could make it and not be laughed at. Was there sex involved. Yes. Truthfully, I ended up with a relationship that wasn't ideal, nor what it would have been "on the street", but it did exist and it did continue even after I got out that first time. It was not something glorious, nor something he talked about at all. I was not his "girlfriend," I was a fuck toy, basically - as far as he seemed to express.... applying a little psychology, it was more the fact that he enjoyed some "ass" on the side and that he actually appreciated me and my personality and was deeply affected by me in ways he didn't want to admit or face. Whatever.
After the second time I went to jail, I never did another stint without requesting to be placed in Administrative Segregation. For those of you who don't know, it's basically isolation, or sometimes known as protective custody. Doesn't protect you from the guards though or whomever they choose to allow "access" to you. Whether it's being just stared at, talked shit to, treated like shit, denied treatment other inmates would receive, physically being handled, subjected to ridiculous strip searches for no reason, or anything else... there still was abuse.
Sure, there's no denying that some were kind and even understanding. From one judge to a police seargeant, to other inmates to some jail officials, I've had those who stood up for me. As jail goes, I was even transferred at one point that was more like a country club because of pressure from a lawyer, a guard and a loved one or two. (All of the offenders there were totally misdemeanor and non-violent for those of you who might be saying, "yeah, see, told you they all just sit in there, watch cable, and figure out how to be better criminals." The alternative - my original assignment - was an EXTREMELY violent, shitty, unbelievable hole where I most surely would have been gang-raped or worse. My first night and day there, I slept on the floor, basically under a toilet in a cell built for two yet holding 5!)
So... guess I'm saying: You guys can wonder about jail and rape and prison and fantasize (or not) all you want. It's no damned joke. I'm no hard core person who's done "serious" time (as those who have done "serious" time would tell you). But first of all, Wldgirl, there are those of us who's offenses aren't equal to what you may have in mind when you think of a criminal offhand. Second, there are some circumstances in which racism, sexism, homophobia, or discrimination in other forms play a HUGE part - one which people might not begin to believe contiues to exist in this age. Third, safety is NOT guaranteed in ANY facility of the kind we're discussing here despite what anyone (American, UK, or otherwise) believes. Even when safety IS the major issue, I guaran-damn-tee you that it's the safety of JAIL or PRISON personnel that ranks highest.
Don't know what to tell you guys... That's my story. If I've left things unclear, please ask BUT DON'T ATTACK. I've tried to be as brutally honest as I can despite the fact I really don't even care to lose the "respect" of strangers such as you are. The facts are more important than my feelings. And thus far, I seem to be the only one with any first-hand experience - who's talking, anyway. (Though I'm sure I'm not the only one.)
Rape is not the predominate issue that should be focused on. It is the injustice (from the accusatory to the post-release phases) that should be addressed and considered. Legislation and societal ignorances and pre-dispensations need to be corrected and/or ammended for the safety of inmates, jail/prison staffers, as well as other citizens. Something like rape is only a (possible, albeit serious) symptom of the greater illness of insufficiency.