I spend half of my week in prison and to me it has just become another aspect of my job. However, I forget that to anyone else, working at a prison may be an uncomfortable and unfamiliar concept. I have become very accustomed to casually throwing out “ alright, I am off to prison now” in an often too enthusiastic tone, which throws many people off. To most, when they hear the words “going to prison” they associate it with a person who has committed a crime and is going to a place of terror and bestiality, locked behind cemented pentagon-type structures. Because I am not allowed to take a camera, I thought I would provide a brief description of what the Mitchellville prison for women is like. I go to prison for two reasons. The first is to teach an art class, the second is to visit a lovely young lady (who I will call S. for confidentiality purposes) to cover her history of domestic violence.
The visitors room.
When I visit my client S, we generally meet in the visiting room, which is open from Friday to Monday. Before you enter any of the prison facilities you need to go through a security check and identify yourself and the person you are there to visit. The guard checks my ID, my pockets, my shoes and my belongings. There are very strict rules about what you can and can’t bring to prison, so I generally just arrive with a sweater, a regular pen, a plain notebook and a bag of quarters. The quarters are for the dispenser machines for S. Once all of my personal items are disclosed, I proceed to walk through a metal detector and after being cleared, my right hand is stamped with a clear fluorescent symbol, which I will have to show on the way out. The whole process oddly resembles an airport security check combined with I.D. verification before a concert.
When I leave the security/check-in building, I walk into a small gated courtyard and wait for the metal gate to click open. After closing the gate, I walk into the visitor building, where I am greeted by two security guards. I tell them I am hear to see S. and one of them picks up the microphone and metallically pronounces “S… to the V.R, S… to the V.R” (V.R. stands for Visiting Room). The V.R. contrary to popular belief is a lively place with paintings on the walls and a lively atmosphere. Generally, you can see children walking around, playing rambunctiously meanwhile inmates sit with friends and family engaged in laughter, a game of cards or simply adoring stairs. The smell of pop corn wafts through the air, as a display of soda pops and candy wrappers decorate the stale grey tables.
When S. finally shows up, I am greeted with a hearty smile. Once she checks in with security, we head to the meeting room. The discussion begins and will generally last about an hour. When I can tell S. has had enough, we stop talking and the meeting is ended with a hug before going our separate ways. She, back to “a place of terror and bestiality, locked behind cemented pentagon-type structures” and me back through the metal gate, past the security guards and back out to freedom.
More to come soon…
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Frustrations of Work
Last Friday we (the three interns and my boss) attended a Batterers Education Program (BEP) Training. So far this has been one of the most frustrating experience of the job, as you will come to understand. At the end of this post you will find some information regarding Domestic Violence, BEP and the Iowa legal system, which I urge you to please read if you don’t know anything about either
The training we went to was geared towards people who work for the state and who, essentially deal with batterers once they have been charged with Domestic Violence. The purpose of the BEP training was to educate these “professionals” (yes there is sarcasm intended in the quotes) about Domestic Violence and about the stories of victims, so that there can be a common understanding of what needs to be changed and how batterers need to be addressed. However, when you only hear one side of the story, it is very hard to open your mind to the other side. As a result, you can imagine that many of these people were unwilling to accept the victims story. On a more shocking note, some of these individuals were unwilling to acknowledge the fundamental problems of our society, which set all four of us of in a frenzy of disbelief, utter shock, followed by intense frustration.
The main thing to understand about victims of Domestic Violence (D.V.) is that it is more complex than it appears. D.V. is about control. There is nothing out of control or irrational about abuse. Batterers do not only have physical control but, emotional, financial and social control over their victim, isolating them from society, friends, family and even their children. You will often hear “why didn’t she just leave?” and the answer to that is never simple (you will find a more elaborate answer below). When you are overwhelmed by fear, when children, money or love is involved, leaving is nearly impossible. I have even heard some women say that they have never felt safer than in prison, because they are locked up and secured away from their abuser. I don’t know about you, but I find that statement to be depressing and extremely sad.
If you do not believe any of this, please read the information below and visit the recommended websites in order to understand. And to be honest you will have done more than some of the people at the training did. First of all, they barely listened to the first 3 hours of the presentation (which I find very disrespectful), where the presenter took time, patience and effort to convey the complicated system of control in Domestic Violence and what victims go through. Secondly, some were completely oblivious to the problems of gender and discrimination in our society. Upon talking about the level of homicides and battering rising, one women said “Why don’t women just stay at home and become house wives again. I mean look at the 1950 when it was expected that a women stay at home. Look how happy they were. We didn’t have any problems then.” (Oh my goodness).
Anyways, I could go on and on, but the point is that it was just infuriating and quite scary to listen to these people who are the ones dealing and releasing batterers. The purpose of justice and social work is to create a change in society to promote and provide a safe environment for everyone. How can this happen when people are uneducated and unaware about our societal concerns, are unwilling to be open and understanding about a complex problem and above all, are missing the point of why they are doing what they do?
Frankly, kudos to the presenter who lead the workshop for being so patient. I don’t know how she does it. I was wiggling in my seat, bighting my tong when my jaw wasn’t dropped in disbelief. In any case, enough ranting. But I do hope that anyone who is interested enough to read this post to the end, also look over the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence website for more acurate facts and information in addition to what I have written below.
What is Domestic Violence?
Domestic violence is a pattern of repeated behaviors. The assaults are repeated against the same victim by the same perpetrator. These assaults occur in different forms: physical, sexual, psychological. While physical assault may occur infrequently, other parts of the pattern may occur daily. Tactics interact with each other and have profound effects on the victims.
Why do Batterers Batter?
Domestic violence is purposeful behavior. The perpetrator's pattern of abusive acts is directed at achieving compliance from or control over the victim. It is directed at circumscribing the life of the victim so that independent thought and action are curtailed and the victim will become devoted to fulfilling the needs and requirements of the perpetrator. The pattern is not impulsive or "out of control" behavior. Tactics of control are selectively chosen by the perpetrator.
How does Someone become a batterer?
Domestic violence is behavior learned through observation and reinforcement. Violent behaviors, as well as the rules of when, where, against whom, and by whom they are to be used, are learned through observation. It is also observed and reinforced not only in the family, but in society. It gets reinforced by society's major institutions: familial, social, legal, religious, educational, mental health, medical, entertainment, media. In these institutions, there are customs that facilitate the use of violence as legitimate means of controlling family members.
Why don’t victims just leave?
Many victims do not stay and many others come and go. The primary reason given by victims for staying with their abusers is fear of violence and the lack of real options to be safe with their children. This fear of violence is realistic. Research shows that domestic violence tends to escalate when victims leave their relationship. Some perpetrators repeatedly threaten to kill or seriously injure their victims should they attempt to leave the relationship. The victim may have already attempted to leave in the past, only to be tracked down by the perpetrator and seriously injured. Most perpetrators do not let victims simply leave relationships.
(For more info, or FAQ’s visit http://www.icadv.org/faq.asp)
The training we went to was geared towards people who work for the state and who, essentially deal with batterers once they have been charged with Domestic Violence. The purpose of the BEP training was to educate these “professionals” (yes there is sarcasm intended in the quotes) about Domestic Violence and about the stories of victims, so that there can be a common understanding of what needs to be changed and how batterers need to be addressed. However, when you only hear one side of the story, it is very hard to open your mind to the other side. As a result, you can imagine that many of these people were unwilling to accept the victims story. On a more shocking note, some of these individuals were unwilling to acknowledge the fundamental problems of our society, which set all four of us of in a frenzy of disbelief, utter shock, followed by intense frustration.
The main thing to understand about victims of Domestic Violence (D.V.) is that it is more complex than it appears. D.V. is about control. There is nothing out of control or irrational about abuse. Batterers do not only have physical control but, emotional, financial and social control over their victim, isolating them from society, friends, family and even their children. You will often hear “why didn’t she just leave?” and the answer to that is never simple (you will find a more elaborate answer below). When you are overwhelmed by fear, when children, money or love is involved, leaving is nearly impossible. I have even heard some women say that they have never felt safer than in prison, because they are locked up and secured away from their abuser. I don’t know about you, but I find that statement to be depressing and extremely sad.
If you do not believe any of this, please read the information below and visit the recommended websites in order to understand. And to be honest you will have done more than some of the people at the training did. First of all, they barely listened to the first 3 hours of the presentation (which I find very disrespectful), where the presenter took time, patience and effort to convey the complicated system of control in Domestic Violence and what victims go through. Secondly, some were completely oblivious to the problems of gender and discrimination in our society. Upon talking about the level of homicides and battering rising, one women said “Why don’t women just stay at home and become house wives again. I mean look at the 1950 when it was expected that a women stay at home. Look how happy they were. We didn’t have any problems then.” (Oh my goodness).
Anyways, I could go on and on, but the point is that it was just infuriating and quite scary to listen to these people who are the ones dealing and releasing batterers. The purpose of justice and social work is to create a change in society to promote and provide a safe environment for everyone. How can this happen when people are uneducated and unaware about our societal concerns, are unwilling to be open and understanding about a complex problem and above all, are missing the point of why they are doing what they do?
Frankly, kudos to the presenter who lead the workshop for being so patient. I don’t know how she does it. I was wiggling in my seat, bighting my tong when my jaw wasn’t dropped in disbelief. In any case, enough ranting. But I do hope that anyone who is interested enough to read this post to the end, also look over the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence website for more acurate facts and information in addition to what I have written below.
What is Domestic Violence?
Domestic violence is a pattern of repeated behaviors. The assaults are repeated against the same victim by the same perpetrator. These assaults occur in different forms: physical, sexual, psychological. While physical assault may occur infrequently, other parts of the pattern may occur daily. Tactics interact with each other and have profound effects on the victims.
Why do Batterers Batter?
Domestic violence is purposeful behavior. The perpetrator's pattern of abusive acts is directed at achieving compliance from or control over the victim. It is directed at circumscribing the life of the victim so that independent thought and action are curtailed and the victim will become devoted to fulfilling the needs and requirements of the perpetrator. The pattern is not impulsive or "out of control" behavior. Tactics of control are selectively chosen by the perpetrator.
How does Someone become a batterer?
Domestic violence is behavior learned through observation and reinforcement. Violent behaviors, as well as the rules of when, where, against whom, and by whom they are to be used, are learned through observation. It is also observed and reinforced not only in the family, but in society. It gets reinforced by society's major institutions: familial, social, legal, religious, educational, mental health, medical, entertainment, media. In these institutions, there are customs that facilitate the use of violence as legitimate means of controlling family members.
Why don’t victims just leave?
Many victims do not stay and many others come and go. The primary reason given by victims for staying with their abusers is fear of violence and the lack of real options to be safe with their children. This fear of violence is realistic. Research shows that domestic violence tends to escalate when victims leave their relationship. Some perpetrators repeatedly threaten to kill or seriously injure their victims should they attempt to leave the relationship. The victim may have already attempted to leave in the past, only to be tracked down by the perpetrator and seriously injured. Most perpetrators do not let victims simply leave relationships.
(For more info, or FAQ’s visit http://www.icadv.org/faq.asp)
What is BEP?
The Batterers’ Education Program (BEP) promotes accountability and we try to encourage offenders to stop using the common tactics of power and control against their partners. Those behaviors include intimidation, physical and sexual abuse, verbal and emotional abuse, minimization, denial, blame, collusion, justification, economic abuse, and using the children against their partners. To achieve this, we teach and encourage offenders to use non-violent behaviors that promote respect, responsible parenting, economic partnership, honesty and accountability, trust and support, and negotiation.
(To learn more about this program and the Eight Judicial District Department of Correctional Services visit: http://www.8thjdcbc.com/Batterers)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My first art class in Prison
I taught my first art class today at the Iowa Correctional Institute for Women. I was quite nervous at first and was very unsure of what to expect. There are so many misconceptions about prisoners and their behaviors. They are often built up to be these raving thugs, who are out to make your life hell. However, as I experienced today, nothing could be further from the truth.
The women in my class were there by choice and as a result were very cooperative, friendly and eager to learn. I started my presentation covering the basics of what art was and what I intended this class to focus on. I then started my class on “What do you do when you only have a pen”. The purpose of this class was to teach them how to use a notebook and a pen to express emotion and use the notebooks into which they can channel their worries, nightmares and thoughts. I explained to them that “the notebooks are intended to be your other brain and the pen is the extension of that brain.” We explored the meaning of lines and how to create designs and how to express emotions through those lines. Some were left to their own devises and gladly embraced autonomous creativity, while other struggled between getting the drawing right as opposed to expressing. The class of 8 women was small enough so that I was able to go around and personally interact with all of them and help them individually.
It was an extremely fulfilling experience. Not only was I thoroughly impressed with each individuals creative abilities and visual talents, I was thrilled when a few started out with “Miss, I can’t do this. This looks screwed up.” To “I actually like what I did.” I was also especially pleased when one girl piped up and said that most people who come and teach are not “ prison material”. “They get scared that we are gonna attack ‘em or someth’in. But you miss, you’re doin’ great.” I certainly felt great, confident and sure of what I knew and what I was doing, which doesn’t happen too often. Best of all, I really felt like these women were enjoy themselves.
It just felt right. I know that it will take more than one class to figure out if this really what I am cut out for, but this was something that brought me incredible joy and fulfillment. I will be going back tomorrow and holding studio hours so we shall see how that goes. In the meantime, I am so so so pleased that I have this chance to teach what I love and use it to help others!
The women in my class were there by choice and as a result were very cooperative, friendly and eager to learn. I started my presentation covering the basics of what art was and what I intended this class to focus on. I then started my class on “What do you do when you only have a pen”. The purpose of this class was to teach them how to use a notebook and a pen to express emotion and use the notebooks into which they can channel their worries, nightmares and thoughts. I explained to them that “the notebooks are intended to be your other brain and the pen is the extension of that brain.” We explored the meaning of lines and how to create designs and how to express emotions through those lines. Some were left to their own devises and gladly embraced autonomous creativity, while other struggled between getting the drawing right as opposed to expressing. The class of 8 women was small enough so that I was able to go around and personally interact with all of them and help them individually.
It was an extremely fulfilling experience. Not only was I thoroughly impressed with each individuals creative abilities and visual talents, I was thrilled when a few started out with “Miss, I can’t do this. This looks screwed up.” To “I actually like what I did.” I was also especially pleased when one girl piped up and said that most people who come and teach are not “ prison material”. “They get scared that we are gonna attack ‘em or someth’in. But you miss, you’re doin’ great.” I certainly felt great, confident and sure of what I knew and what I was doing, which doesn’t happen too often. Best of all, I really felt like these women were enjoy themselves.
It just felt right. I know that it will take more than one class to figure out if this really what I am cut out for, but this was something that brought me incredible joy and fulfillment. I will be going back tomorrow and holding studio hours so we shall see how that goes. In the meantime, I am so so so pleased that I have this chance to teach what I love and use it to help others!
(Examples of art expression from my personal journal, that I used for my class.)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Juxtaposing parallels
When you have enough time to think, you begin to notice a kaleidoscope of parallels that shape your life. Some make sense while others are just forced connections so that you don’t forget…
I went swimming today. As I eased myself into the cool turquoise, chlorinated water and adjusted my goggles, I glanced around the pool. Girls and boys, all running around in swim suites laughing, screaming and making splashing noises, while parents chit chat on the side. Guys and gals, throwing flirtatious looks at their skimpy outfits, as lifeguards hover over the mass of H2O. I plunged my head under water muffling the outside cacophony and pushed off from the side feeling the warm, smooth, all-encompassing, mass around me.
Swimming back and forth is a fairly mindless activity, so of course the mind wanders elsewhere. On this particular day, as on many others, my overpowering, vivacious memory unleashed its specimens acting like a time machine transporting me back to a far off place that I left but seven months ago. Before I knew it, I was back in China standing at the edge of some communist-built public swimming pool in the city of Kunming one October afternoon.
Upon asking whether there was a nearby swimming pool, my Chinese host mother delightedly took me to her college outdoor pool where she walked me through a grey concrete block and pointed to the left with a huge smile and told me she would pick my up later. Half nervous, half excited about exercising and getting some fresh air, I changed and to my horror, walked out to find a dark green, male dominate swimming pool. Slowly, all eyes turned to the fiercely white, tall, busty foreigner wrapped in a large towel looking lost and confused. Having no other choice, I walked to the edge of the basin and peered at the greenish mass floating below me. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided to take a chance and I quietly slid in. Tense as a board and half choking, I waded through the water half expecting some Asian sea monster to swallow me up, half dreading that some dead body would float to the surface as I swam across the deep end. The water was so thickly green, that you couldn’t see the bottom. This however, turned out to be an advantage as it shielded my half naked body from the gaze of the Chinese men unabashedly watching me. After several laps, I decided I had had enough and I hopped out to meet my host mother. She seemed non plused when I told her the water was green to which she proudly responded that it was actually rain water from the next-door soccer field, which drained into the swimming pool. “That’s why it is green. See, we recycle things too!”.
As my head broke through the clear, blue, chlorinate surfaces of Des Moines water, I paused just for a second and I tried to suppress a smile followed by the heart wrenching feeling of only one who has been involuntarily removed from a long loved place.
I went swimming today. As I eased myself into the cool turquoise, chlorinated water and adjusted my goggles, I glanced around the pool. Girls and boys, all running around in swim suites laughing, screaming and making splashing noises, while parents chit chat on the side. Guys and gals, throwing flirtatious looks at their skimpy outfits, as lifeguards hover over the mass of H2O. I plunged my head under water muffling the outside cacophony and pushed off from the side feeling the warm, smooth, all-encompassing, mass around me.
Swimming back and forth is a fairly mindless activity, so of course the mind wanders elsewhere. On this particular day, as on many others, my overpowering, vivacious memory unleashed its specimens acting like a time machine transporting me back to a far off place that I left but seven months ago. Before I knew it, I was back in China standing at the edge of some communist-built public swimming pool in the city of Kunming one October afternoon.
Upon asking whether there was a nearby swimming pool, my Chinese host mother delightedly took me to her college outdoor pool where she walked me through a grey concrete block and pointed to the left with a huge smile and told me she would pick my up later. Half nervous, half excited about exercising and getting some fresh air, I changed and to my horror, walked out to find a dark green, male dominate swimming pool. Slowly, all eyes turned to the fiercely white, tall, busty foreigner wrapped in a large towel looking lost and confused. Having no other choice, I walked to the edge of the basin and peered at the greenish mass floating below me. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided to take a chance and I quietly slid in. Tense as a board and half choking, I waded through the water half expecting some Asian sea monster to swallow me up, half dreading that some dead body would float to the surface as I swam across the deep end. The water was so thickly green, that you couldn’t see the bottom. This however, turned out to be an advantage as it shielded my half naked body from the gaze of the Chinese men unabashedly watching me. After several laps, I decided I had had enough and I hopped out to meet my host mother. She seemed non plused when I told her the water was green to which she proudly responded that it was actually rain water from the next-door soccer field, which drained into the swimming pool. “That’s why it is green. See, we recycle things too!”.
As my head broke through the clear, blue, chlorinate surfaces of Des Moines water, I paused just for a second and I tried to suppress a smile followed by the heart wrenching feeling of only one who has been involuntarily removed from a long loved place.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Three interns and a boss
They were all driving back from a day trip to Iowa City on business. Being very different and solely united under the same summer internship, you can imagine that after spending over 12 hours in each others presence, they were slowly getting tiered of one another. If you payed attention, you could even feel the vegetated, drawn out and almost exacerbated atmosphere that filled the car. As they began their two hour drive back, each sat in their seat reflecting on the days series of events.
The girl sitting in the passengers seat, had not gotten much sleep in the past few weeks and was cranky as a result. She had been recently preoccupied with personal affairs and was frankly looking forward to some peace and quite. Being a passionate feminist, she and the second intern who happened to be the only guy, butted heads frequently. He happened to be sitting behind her, floating in and out of listening to music and partaking in conversation. At that particular moment, he was reflecting on one very odd statements that the other intern had previously made. She had asked if the Wizard of Oz was based on a true story and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how she had come to that conclusion. She happened to be the only one who wasn’t from Iowa, and who wasn’t even from the country. Despite her enthusiasm, she stuck out like a soar thumb and was starting to feel its social effects. The driver and leader of the group seemed content with the trip. Unbeknownst to her interns, she was secretly happy that she had the opportunity to become friendlier with some of the contacts that she had introduced to them.
Being of a very friendly nature and being the leader of the group she was the main conversation facilitator. Eventually, the chit chat took on a work/gossip turn engaging everyone in a common discussion. Before they knew it, the conversation took on a personal twist and the atmosphere began to relax. Finally, taking a chance, the guy sitting next to the foreigner turned with “I am sorry, I HAVE to ask. What on earth made you think that the Wizard of Oz was based on a true story???” The answer to which was a fit of laughter initiated by everyone in the car. The mood quickly relaxed and everyone began talking more freely and openly.
The subtle lesson from this story is that, no matter how different people are, it is still possible to find common ground and laugh at each others ‘ism’ and quirkiness. Even though they would probably just remain co-workers throughout the summer, what mattered was that for that car ride they were briefly united under a sense of camaraderie and humor.
The girl sitting in the passengers seat, had not gotten much sleep in the past few weeks and was cranky as a result. She had been recently preoccupied with personal affairs and was frankly looking forward to some peace and quite. Being a passionate feminist, she and the second intern who happened to be the only guy, butted heads frequently. He happened to be sitting behind her, floating in and out of listening to music and partaking in conversation. At that particular moment, he was reflecting on one very odd statements that the other intern had previously made. She had asked if the Wizard of Oz was based on a true story and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how she had come to that conclusion. She happened to be the only one who wasn’t from Iowa, and who wasn’t even from the country. Despite her enthusiasm, she stuck out like a soar thumb and was starting to feel its social effects. The driver and leader of the group seemed content with the trip. Unbeknownst to her interns, she was secretly happy that she had the opportunity to become friendlier with some of the contacts that she had introduced to them.
Being of a very friendly nature and being the leader of the group she was the main conversation facilitator. Eventually, the chit chat took on a work/gossip turn engaging everyone in a common discussion. Before they knew it, the conversation took on a personal twist and the atmosphere began to relax. Finally, taking a chance, the guy sitting next to the foreigner turned with “I am sorry, I HAVE to ask. What on earth made you think that the Wizard of Oz was based on a true story???” The answer to which was a fit of laughter initiated by everyone in the car. The mood quickly relaxed and everyone began talking more freely and openly.
The subtle lesson from this story is that, no matter how different people are, it is still possible to find common ground and laugh at each others ‘ism’ and quirkiness. Even though they would probably just remain co-workers throughout the summer, what mattered was that for that car ride they were briefly united under a sense of camaraderie and humor.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Yes! This is the stuff!
They say that balance is really all about falling in and out of balance. A couple of days ago, I found myself very much out of balance, struggling with my environment and my identity in a new city and around new people. However, over the past few days I have been able to swing back into self assurance and stability. As a result I feel more in sync with my job, my co-workers and myself.
My internship is also becoming more stable, more familiar and, best of all, more interesting! I am still working on the case of one of the incarcerate woman at the women’s prison ICIW (Iowa Correctional Institute for Women) and have already met with her twice. I very much enjoy seeing her, as hard as the conversations can be. In addition, I am slowly but surely creating a committee of incarcerate women at the prison who will assist me and help me organize Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which will take place during October. I am also busy with organizing events and collecting ideas which will take place during that month.
And now for the best part. I will also be teaching an art class every week at the women’s prison!!!! I created my own syllabus and organized the structure and layout of the class. I will be teaching once a week in addition to holding studio hours. For those who don’t know this, art has been a passion in my life, which for better or worse, I continuously put to the side. However, no matter what I am doing or where I am, art always seems to follow me. It is very strange how that happens. If you are interested, I have posted my syllabus below explaining the goal and layout of the class.
I also just got back from an extraordinarily enjoyable walk around one of the nature parks in Des Moines. I finally am beginning to feel rested, collected and at peace. Strange thing balance…
Experimental Art
Facilitator: Ashley Oldacre
Class time: Tuesday from 1:00 to 3:00 at ICIW
Studio Time: Wednesdays from 1:30 to 5:30 at ICIW
Introduction:
This class will use art as a vehicle for personal expression and experimentation. Firstly, art can provide an outlet for emotions, thoughts and ideas and secondly, it can be used to create something beautiful and expressive. The very process of creating art requires concentration and deep reflection and the process can be comforting and productive. The purpose of this class will be to explore different mediums and aspects of art centered on the theme of domestic violence. The techniques proposed will be used to create meaningful pieces, which will be shared with group.
Assignment and Class Expectations:
The class is designed to provide a safe environment for the women to express themselves freely and help them regain a sense of self and confidence. In order for this class to be beneficial and productive, confidentially and respect for others work, thoughts and ideas must be observed.
Structure of the Class:
At the beginning of each class, I will explain the assignment of the day and engage the class in active discussion about what they will be working on. As such, I expect everyone to participate in the discussion. All information that is shared in class will remain absolutely confidential. All of the assignments and projects will be completed during class time. At the end of class, the group will come together and share their art and/or thoughts and opinions about the project.
Studio Time:
On Wednesdays from 1:30 to 5:30, I will be available to provide any help or guidance to those who have time and who wish to practice and continue what was taught during class. Studio time is intended to for anyone who wants to continue art outside the classroom, either to continue a project or do art independently.
Notebooks:
Each person in the class will receive a notebook, which they may keep. The notebook is intended to be used as a release and a space for exploration and expression. I require that everyone makes an entry in the notebook either by drawing, illustrating or writing something before each class, which they can share with the rest of the group the next day if they wish. It is hoped that the notebooks can be used as a tool for expression, even after the course is over.
Syllabus
July 21st: - Introduction to the class
- What Happens When You Just Have a Pen?
Exploring line drawing and designs to create emotion, capture still life and open a world of creativity.
Supplies: Plain wire-free notebook and a pen.
July 28th : - Expression Through Color and Words.
Exploring and using colors to express emotions and thoughts combined with collecting words, numbers, statistics and phrases related to domestic violence or personal history, and illustrating the words using visual representations and paper collage/poster.
Supplies: Colored pens and/or paints and/or colored pencils, lots of magazines/
newspapers, glue, thick large sheets of paper or cardboard, pens.
August 4th : - Facial Expression: Making “before and after domestic violence” masks.
Supplies: Plain plastic masks, glue, different fabric, string, feathers, buttons, paints, felt tip pens and anything else that is available.
August 11th : - Make/Break/Create: Empowering the female body and exploring the art of impermanence.
- Final Reflections
Supplies: Anything previously used, depending on what is left or still available.
My internship is also becoming more stable, more familiar and, best of all, more interesting! I am still working on the case of one of the incarcerate woman at the women’s prison ICIW (Iowa Correctional Institute for Women) and have already met with her twice. I very much enjoy seeing her, as hard as the conversations can be. In addition, I am slowly but surely creating a committee of incarcerate women at the prison who will assist me and help me organize Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which will take place during October. I am also busy with organizing events and collecting ideas which will take place during that month.
And now for the best part. I will also be teaching an art class every week at the women’s prison!!!! I created my own syllabus and organized the structure and layout of the class. I will be teaching once a week in addition to holding studio hours. For those who don’t know this, art has been a passion in my life, which for better or worse, I continuously put to the side. However, no matter what I am doing or where I am, art always seems to follow me. It is very strange how that happens. If you are interested, I have posted my syllabus below explaining the goal and layout of the class.
I also just got back from an extraordinarily enjoyable walk around one of the nature parks in Des Moines. I finally am beginning to feel rested, collected and at peace. Strange thing balance…
Experimental Art
Facilitator: Ashley Oldacre
Class time: Tuesday from 1:00 to 3:00 at ICIW
Studio Time: Wednesdays from 1:30 to 5:30 at ICIW
Introduction:
This class will use art as a vehicle for personal expression and experimentation. Firstly, art can provide an outlet for emotions, thoughts and ideas and secondly, it can be used to create something beautiful and expressive. The very process of creating art requires concentration and deep reflection and the process can be comforting and productive. The purpose of this class will be to explore different mediums and aspects of art centered on the theme of domestic violence. The techniques proposed will be used to create meaningful pieces, which will be shared with group.
Assignment and Class Expectations:
The class is designed to provide a safe environment for the women to express themselves freely and help them regain a sense of self and confidence. In order for this class to be beneficial and productive, confidentially and respect for others work, thoughts and ideas must be observed.
Structure of the Class:
At the beginning of each class, I will explain the assignment of the day and engage the class in active discussion about what they will be working on. As such, I expect everyone to participate in the discussion. All information that is shared in class will remain absolutely confidential. All of the assignments and projects will be completed during class time. At the end of class, the group will come together and share their art and/or thoughts and opinions about the project.
Studio Time:
On Wednesdays from 1:30 to 5:30, I will be available to provide any help or guidance to those who have time and who wish to practice and continue what was taught during class. Studio time is intended to for anyone who wants to continue art outside the classroom, either to continue a project or do art independently.
Notebooks:
Each person in the class will receive a notebook, which they may keep. The notebook is intended to be used as a release and a space for exploration and expression. I require that everyone makes an entry in the notebook either by drawing, illustrating or writing something before each class, which they can share with the rest of the group the next day if they wish. It is hoped that the notebooks can be used as a tool for expression, even after the course is over.
Syllabus
July 21st: - Introduction to the class
- What Happens When You Just Have a Pen?
Exploring line drawing and designs to create emotion, capture still life and open a world of creativity.
Supplies: Plain wire-free notebook and a pen.
July 28th : - Expression Through Color and Words.
Exploring and using colors to express emotions and thoughts combined with collecting words, numbers, statistics and phrases related to domestic violence or personal history, and illustrating the words using visual representations and paper collage/poster.
Supplies: Colored pens and/or paints and/or colored pencils, lots of magazines/
newspapers, glue, thick large sheets of paper or cardboard, pens.
August 4th : - Facial Expression: Making “before and after domestic violence” masks.
Supplies: Plain plastic masks, glue, different fabric, string, feathers, buttons, paints, felt tip pens and anything else that is available.
August 11th : - Make/Break/Create: Empowering the female body and exploring the art of impermanence.
- Final Reflections
Supplies: Anything previously used, depending on what is left or still available.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Culture Shock
I haven’t been feeling too great the past couple of days and I think I know why. I have been experiencing culture shock.
This is a very strange feeling considering that I have been living in the United States for three years and believe myself to be a natural by now. But it is sufficient to say that this country is extremely different from region to region and is outlined by pockets of different cultures making it harder to generalize. Even though you can still find the same fast food places, the same mass consumer-breeding structures, the same cars and recreational facilities, the lifestyle and the people vary considerably. It is also the first time that I find myself as a camouflaged intruder amongst the natives of the area. However good my accent or dress may be I have not yet mastered the cultural "isms"which often call my bluff. For example: One night, sitting at a bar with friends of a friend talking about medical drugs, I quietly lean to the girl next to me with a “ Sorry what is Xanex?” to which she replied “ WHAT?? You don’t know what Xanex is? Where are you from?!” BAM! Just blew my cover. Which then forces me to explain where I originally come from leaving the person sorry for ever asking. At first you become this wired, exotic, entertaining thing. “This is Ashley. She is from Switzerland!” But slowly you lose the entertaining and exotic aspect and you just become weird.
The reason why I think I am suffering from culture shock, is because it is the first time that I thought I would fit in when I was actually still an outsider. When traveling abroad, you generally fall into the tourist category or you blatantly stand out as being a foreigner. This makes it easier in a way because you are automatically considered different and therefore extra care is taken to explain what you are seeing, experiencing or doing. It is assumed from the beginning on both ends that you will never be able to really fit in or understand the culture or the people from that culture. So you stick to your camera and your white sneakers and appreciate the exoticism.
Yet out here, I have had an exceptional opportunity. I have sort of merged into the “train quotidian” the regular daily life, where I look and am considered to be just like everyone else. At first this idea was appealing as I so desperately wanted to integrate and become a Des Moiner and wear the mid-western cap. But over the past few weeks, I have become frustrated and lonely because I haven’t been able to relate or fit in right. Yet today, it dawned on me that I am, like it or not, different. That despite working here, I am still a tourist, still an outsider. Realizing this has made all the difference and has taken off considerable weight and pressure off my mind. How incredible.
This is a very strange feeling considering that I have been living in the United States for three years and believe myself to be a natural by now. But it is sufficient to say that this country is extremely different from region to region and is outlined by pockets of different cultures making it harder to generalize. Even though you can still find the same fast food places, the same mass consumer-breeding structures, the same cars and recreational facilities, the lifestyle and the people vary considerably. It is also the first time that I find myself as a camouflaged intruder amongst the natives of the area. However good my accent or dress may be I have not yet mastered the cultural "isms"which often call my bluff. For example: One night, sitting at a bar with friends of a friend talking about medical drugs, I quietly lean to the girl next to me with a “ Sorry what is Xanex?” to which she replied “ WHAT?? You don’t know what Xanex is? Where are you from?!” BAM! Just blew my cover. Which then forces me to explain where I originally come from leaving the person sorry for ever asking. At first you become this wired, exotic, entertaining thing. “This is Ashley. She is from Switzerland!” But slowly you lose the entertaining and exotic aspect and you just become weird.
The reason why I think I am suffering from culture shock, is because it is the first time that I thought I would fit in when I was actually still an outsider. When traveling abroad, you generally fall into the tourist category or you blatantly stand out as being a foreigner. This makes it easier in a way because you are automatically considered different and therefore extra care is taken to explain what you are seeing, experiencing or doing. It is assumed from the beginning on both ends that you will never be able to really fit in or understand the culture or the people from that culture. So you stick to your camera and your white sneakers and appreciate the exoticism.
Yet out here, I have had an exceptional opportunity. I have sort of merged into the “train quotidian” the regular daily life, where I look and am considered to be just like everyone else. At first this idea was appealing as I so desperately wanted to integrate and become a Des Moiner and wear the mid-western cap. But over the past few weeks, I have become frustrated and lonely because I haven’t been able to relate or fit in right. Yet today, it dawned on me that I am, like it or not, different. That despite working here, I am still a tourist, still an outsider. Realizing this has made all the difference and has taken off considerable weight and pressure off my mind. How incredible.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Silly Things
I am so proud!
I have to honestly admit that what worried me the most about coming to Iowa was cooking for myself. I was afraid that I had forgotten how to make a simple meal after living at college for three years. However, this evening that fear has vanished as I once again crossed into a new dimension of independence. I made myself the best Omelet!
Ingredients?
Eggs
Milk
Cheese (best part)
Smoked turkey
Tomato
Spinach
Sprouts
A dollop of sour cream
Mixing and cutting things was pretty basic. However, it got a bit tricky when it came to the spinach…Two days ago, I thought it would be a good idea to preserve my spinach leaves in the freezer. All things frozen are presumably saved from the ills of decomposition, right? Yes, but they are not unscathed from flaccidity. As it turns out, spinach is a floppy green. As I put it out in the sun to unfreeze, it slowly turned into a highly questionable mush. It presumably suffered from the same effects as “a saggy boob after milk drainage” (quoting my aunt). Once I figured out that I could cook it in butter and cream, I felt less embarrassed by my mistake. Following a lesson in biology, the most challenging part was flipping the Omelet. And, well I am going to blow my own horn here and say that I actually FLIPPED it just like those crepe masters in the movies! Hup, swoosh and splat! The final result was…
I have to honestly admit that what worried me the most about coming to Iowa was cooking for myself. I was afraid that I had forgotten how to make a simple meal after living at college for three years. However, this evening that fear has vanished as I once again crossed into a new dimension of independence. I made myself the best Omelet!
Ingredients?
Eggs
Milk
Cheese (best part)
Smoked turkey
Tomato
Spinach
Sprouts
A dollop of sour cream
Mixing and cutting things was pretty basic. However, it got a bit tricky when it came to the spinach…Two days ago, I thought it would be a good idea to preserve my spinach leaves in the freezer. All things frozen are presumably saved from the ills of decomposition, right? Yes, but they are not unscathed from flaccidity. As it turns out, spinach is a floppy green. As I put it out in the sun to unfreeze, it slowly turned into a highly questionable mush. It presumably suffered from the same effects as “a saggy boob after milk drainage” (quoting my aunt). Once I figured out that I could cook it in butter and cream, I felt less embarrassed by my mistake. Following a lesson in biology, the most challenging part was flipping the Omelet. And, well I am going to blow my own horn here and say that I actually FLIPPED it just like those crepe masters in the movies! Hup, swoosh and splat! The final result was…
Delicious!
It is amazing how the simplest and silliest of things can make you happy.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Beauty, Balance and Being
The Drive to Mitchelville Prison.
On our drive up to the prison yesterday, I caught a glimpse of the many beauties of this state. The glitter and glam of the sight was enough to have me spellbound and enchanted for the entire car ride. An energetic wind swept the sky leaving it spotless. It played with the fields and the corn revealing their under-belied shine. From West to East, the wind dove in an out of the fields mimicking the reflections and the motions of the sea.
The Interview.
As I mentioned previously one of my roles this summer will be to write a reference letter for one of the women who are receiving help from ICADV (Iowa Coalition Against Domestic Violence) with their commutation. The purpose of the reference letter will be to document their history of domestic violence and sexual assault by meeting with them every week and discussing their life story. If you can for a second, try and recall the worst experience you have ever had, and imagine having to tell it over and over again. Now imagine that that one horrible experience becomes your entire life story and you are asked to remember every single detail and tell it to a complete stranger. This is what these women are up against.
So needless to say I was a little nervous about my first interview, which all things considered went pretty well. The hardest part will be finding a balance between being overly friendly and too professional, between asking irrelevant questions and insensitive ones, between being empathetic and emotionless. The other thing I have a hard time coming to terms with is the fact that this woman is only a couple of years older than me and yet our lives could not be any more different. We come from such different worlds which are equally real and seemingly, equally unreal to each other. I can only say that my perspective and concept of reality has changed significantly…
The Evening Bike Ride.
Swerving, pedaling, crossing, maneuvering, pedaling, avoiding, faster and faster. Breathing. Magnificent, beautiful, riveting, glistening, pounding. Watching. Breathing. Appreciating. Enjoying... Loving... Listening... Feeling... Breathing. Pedaling, faster. And faster and faster, swerving, pedaling, crossing, maneuvering, pedaling, turning, changing. Being.
On our drive up to the prison yesterday, I caught a glimpse of the many beauties of this state. The glitter and glam of the sight was enough to have me spellbound and enchanted for the entire car ride. An energetic wind swept the sky leaving it spotless. It played with the fields and the corn revealing their under-belied shine. From West to East, the wind dove in an out of the fields mimicking the reflections and the motions of the sea.
The Interview.
As I mentioned previously one of my roles this summer will be to write a reference letter for one of the women who are receiving help from ICADV (Iowa Coalition Against Domestic Violence) with their commutation. The purpose of the reference letter will be to document their history of domestic violence and sexual assault by meeting with them every week and discussing their life story. If you can for a second, try and recall the worst experience you have ever had, and imagine having to tell it over and over again. Now imagine that that one horrible experience becomes your entire life story and you are asked to remember every single detail and tell it to a complete stranger. This is what these women are up against.
So needless to say I was a little nervous about my first interview, which all things considered went pretty well. The hardest part will be finding a balance between being overly friendly and too professional, between asking irrelevant questions and insensitive ones, between being empathetic and emotionless. The other thing I have a hard time coming to terms with is the fact that this woman is only a couple of years older than me and yet our lives could not be any more different. We come from such different worlds which are equally real and seemingly, equally unreal to each other. I can only say that my perspective and concept of reality has changed significantly…
The Evening Bike Ride.
Swerving, pedaling, crossing, maneuvering, pedaling, avoiding, faster and faster. Breathing. Magnificent, beautiful, riveting, glistening, pounding. Watching. Breathing. Appreciating. Enjoying... Loving... Listening... Feeling... Breathing. Pedaling, faster. And faster and faster, swerving, pedaling, crossing, maneuvering, pedaling, turning, changing. Being.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Revolutionary Road
The only night time sounds come from the road named after some famous lawyer. Drivers pretending to be invincible, cruse in and out of earshot. Meanwhile the General convenience store sits opposite the fast food joint, both staring at each other in loathing competition. The parking lot which separates the two looks like a stage, illuminated from the bright street lamps overhead. I sit here on my tinny balcony watching, waiting for performers to dart from the sides with hats and cookie cutter smiles, singing a generic tune that will stir up that deep-seated desire to want. And there they come, like lost souls. Slowly. They emerge from the sides. Some meander in and out of consciousness, while others in and out of the garbage disposals. Some walk up and down the front street, aimless, empty. Slowly. Time has no say and neither does anyone else about what you do or how you should live your life. Bang! Exclaims the furious sedan in disapproval. And the crescent-shaped moon smiles down on our performance, wondering what strange dissatisfied creatures we are.
Friday, June 26, 2009
So where do I live?
Here!
the dinning room and my bike :-)
the bedroom
the kitchen
the view from my roomSo, really, home is where you hang your hat (or in my case my clothes)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Cover Letters
Thoughts while writing cover letters to women at Mt, Pleasant Correctional Facility. (Creative piece)
“FIRST NAME”.
The first word they learned to write. The first word that defines who they are. The first thing that is theirs. Over the years, first names become more than empty, recognition, calling mechanisms. These names are what bring individuality and humanity. They might carry the inheritance of a past loved one, or they might carry the name of a Greek Goddess, or a Latin-based natural phenomenon, or they might just carry the aesthetic taste of the name-giver. The first name carries a significant time in a persons life, when someone cares enough about them to take the time to give them their humanity…
“LAST NAME”.
The second most important name. The one that defines their genealogy, their origin and who they belong too. The one that appears on passports, credit cards and later, press releases, news paper articles, court cases and legal files. The one that is repeated over and over again in accusatory, harsh ways. The last name is the one that changes, that defines who will own and abuse them or respect and love them…
“OFFENDER DOC #.”
A number. No longer a human being. No longer worthy of being recognized with rights, feelings, opinions and emotions. A means of control, imprisonment and regulation.
“ADDRESS”
1200 East Washington Mt. Pleasant Correctional Facility, Iowa Prison IA 52641.
Somehow Mt. Pleasant and Correctional Facility don’t fit together...
Dear… LAST NAME
“FIRST NAME”.
The first word they learned to write. The first word that defines who they are. The first thing that is theirs. Over the years, first names become more than empty, recognition, calling mechanisms. These names are what bring individuality and humanity. They might carry the inheritance of a past loved one, or they might carry the name of a Greek Goddess, or a Latin-based natural phenomenon, or they might just carry the aesthetic taste of the name-giver. The first name carries a significant time in a persons life, when someone cares enough about them to take the time to give them their humanity…
“LAST NAME”.
The second most important name. The one that defines their genealogy, their origin and who they belong too. The one that appears on passports, credit cards and later, press releases, news paper articles, court cases and legal files. The one that is repeated over and over again in accusatory, harsh ways. The last name is the one that changes, that defines who will own and abuse them or respect and love them…
“OFFENDER DOC #.”
A number. No longer a human being. No longer worthy of being recognized with rights, feelings, opinions and emotions. A means of control, imprisonment and regulation.
“ADDRESS”
1200 East Washington Mt. Pleasant Correctional Facility, Iowa Prison IA 52641.
Somehow Mt. Pleasant and Correctional Facility don’t fit together...
Dear… LAST NAME
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Is this what I want to be doing for the rest of my life?
It may be too early to say, but I don’t think so. I have lost a certain faith in humanity in doing this job. Don’t get me wrong, I am so glad that I am working for this organization and I don’t regret a single moment accepting this internship. However, and this also may just be a phase, I feel as though a veil has been lifted, revealing the truly ugly and saddening aspect of human beings. I know that there definitely are some beautiful, amazing sides to people and I have been blessed and privileged many times to have been exposed to those great moments. But right now, I am bogged down by too much negativity and I am having a very hard time depersonalizing this experience and disassociating myself with my work.
I just can’t understand why some human beings treat each other so badly. I don’t understand what makes some of us so unhappy The number of individuals (and I know a lot myself) who suffer from depression, anxiety, or some other psychological disease, is just startling. We abuse, ruin, ravage, violate children, women, men and, worst of all, our planet. What makes people so desperate, angry and unhappy to the point that they turn on each other and on themselves?
I am sorry this is getting very dark and dramatic and it is probably the last thing people want to be reading about. So, I will say no more, except that I am glad that I realize now that I will not be able to make a career out of this and keep a positive, enthusiastic and giving personality at the same time. But again...it has only been a week and half.
I just can’t understand why some human beings treat each other so badly. I don’t understand what makes some of us so unhappy The number of individuals (and I know a lot myself) who suffer from depression, anxiety, or some other psychological disease, is just startling. We abuse, ruin, ravage, violate children, women, men and, worst of all, our planet. What makes people so desperate, angry and unhappy to the point that they turn on each other and on themselves?
I am sorry this is getting very dark and dramatic and it is probably the last thing people want to be reading about. So, I will say no more, except that I am glad that I realize now that I will not be able to make a career out of this and keep a positive, enthusiastic and giving personality at the same time. But again...it has only been a week and half.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Voices of Incarcerated Survivors of Domestic Violence
"I am my worst nightmare."
"He dragged me across the floor by my hair and then raped me with a gun."
"I was in hysterics and I tell you what, if there was one thing that guaranteed a beating, it was being hysterical."
"He beat me so bad, I miscarried. After leaving me for two days, he came back and dumped a baby in my lap. I knew it wasn't mine and I knew it was wrong, but it was the only positive thing I had. So, I kept it. Two days later, I found the baby's real mother shoved in our basement. Dead." "I woke up in the middle of the night and to my horror his head was between my legs. Scared as I was, I waited until he left."
"The only time we ever worked as a couple was when we were both high on methamphetamine."
"I needed to protect my children, so I took the beating."
"He was my one true love. We belonged together. I hoped he would understand how much I loved him, so I let him."
"Why didn't I tell the police right away? He threatened to burn my family's house down. I knew what he was capable of. I knew he would so I didn't know what to do."
"He knew exactly how long it took me to go to the store. If it took me longer, I got the crap beaten out of me so bad. So if there were three people in line, I dropped the groceries and left. Either way I got a beating so, I preferred to show up on time with no groceries."
"I have never felt safe, except in prison."
"I wasn't even safe from the beatings in public. He had complete control over me."
"You see these two front teeth? They are fake. I knocked them out and broke my nose from having a bad nightmare about him."
"He forced me to have sex with our son. If I didn't he would kill him."
"He pushed me down a flight of stairs at a restaurant. There was a man and his wife, who saw it happened. The man made a motion to help me, but the woman turned and said 'it's not our business' and left".
"Is there a message you would like us to carry out of there for you?"
" Yes. If you see domestic violence in public, it is your business. If you see it happen DO something. You never know what the situation is"
"He dragged me across the floor by my hair and then raped me with a gun."
"I was in hysterics and I tell you what, if there was one thing that guaranteed a beating, it was being hysterical."
"He beat me so bad, I miscarried. After leaving me for two days, he came back and dumped a baby in my lap. I knew it wasn't mine and I knew it was wrong, but it was the only positive thing I had. So, I kept it. Two days later, I found the baby's real mother shoved in our basement. Dead." "I woke up in the middle of the night and to my horror his head was between my legs. Scared as I was, I waited until he left."
"The only time we ever worked as a couple was when we were both high on methamphetamine."
"I needed to protect my children, so I took the beating."
"He was my one true love. We belonged together. I hoped he would understand how much I loved him, so I let him."
"Why didn't I tell the police right away? He threatened to burn my family's house down. I knew what he was capable of. I knew he would so I didn't know what to do."
"He knew exactly how long it took me to go to the store. If it took me longer, I got the crap beaten out of me so bad. So if there were three people in line, I dropped the groceries and left. Either way I got a beating so, I preferred to show up on time with no groceries."
"I have never felt safe, except in prison."
"I wasn't even safe from the beatings in public. He had complete control over me."
"You see these two front teeth? They are fake. I knocked them out and broke my nose from having a bad nightmare about him."
"He forced me to have sex with our son. If I didn't he would kill him."
"He pushed me down a flight of stairs at a restaurant. There was a man and his wife, who saw it happened. The man made a motion to help me, but the woman turned and said 'it's not our business' and left".
"Is there a message you would like us to carry out of there for you?"
" Yes. If you see domestic violence in public, it is your business. If you see it happen DO something. You never know what the situation is"
Saturday, June 20, 2009
What am I doing this summer?
So what am I doing here? Below you will find in question-answer format what I will be doing this summer.
Who am I working for?
The Skylark Project, which branches off of the Iowa Coalition Against Domestic Violence ( ICADV).
What is the Skylark project and what do they do?
The purpose of the Skylark Project is to help the women at the Mitchellville prison with their commutation, which is the changing of a prison sentence to one that is less sever.
How does the process of commutation work in Iowa?
While a person serves time in prison, they are subject to an appeal every couple of years. An appeal, is an application or proceeding for review by the board of parole. The Iowa board of parole consists of five people from various backgrounds appointed by the Governor, who will decide whether a prisoner is eligible for commutation or not. If they vote in favor of the appeal, then it is submitted to the governor who then makes the final decision to grant commutation.
How is the Skylark Project involved in the process applying for commutation?
Step 1. The Skylark Project(SKP) receives dozens of letters from women in prison, requesting help with their appeal application.
Step 2. Members of SKP review every request according to criteria such as whether domestic violence (DV) or sexual assault (SA) was present and if so how it related to the crime, how long their sentence is and their term served. If the applications meet the initial criteria, they move on to the next step.
Step 3. The remainder of applicants are then asked more than once, 40 to 50 yes or no questions, about how they have been affected by DV and SA. From this, 10 are selected to the final round.
Step 4. Face to face interviews with the prisoners, who are asked again to tell their story more than once. 5 to 6 of those who show immense consistency in their stories are then eligible for help by members of the SKP
Step 5. The members of the SKP are assigned one women prisoner each who will work with her in doing various things: A) in helping her write a cohesive, legible and comprehensive application, B) in helping her present her case and talk about her story in front of an audience C) explain her situation and why she did not mention DV or SA during her initial trial.
Step 6. These 5 to 6 women submit their appeal and go in front of the board of parole.
Step 7. If the board of parole votes unanimously in favor of commutation, their application is then passed on to the governor, who makes the final decision.
What is my role in this process and throughout the summer?
One of my roles this summer will be to work with a young women who has been approved by the SKP in helping her with her commutation application (Step 5). I am also doing research on three cases and trying to collect as much information about the trials and signs of DV involved in these cases. In addition, I will also be in charge of working on creating a community-based project involving community members and incarcerated survivors to be on exhibit during National Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
If you have any more questions you want me to answer about what I will be doing this summer, please leave me a comment and I will answer them as best as possible
Who am I working for?
The Skylark Project, which branches off of the Iowa Coalition Against Domestic Violence ( ICADV).
What is the Skylark project and what do they do?
The purpose of the Skylark Project is to help the women at the Mitchellville prison with their commutation, which is the changing of a prison sentence to one that is less sever.
How does the process of commutation work in Iowa?
While a person serves time in prison, they are subject to an appeal every couple of years. An appeal, is an application or proceeding for review by the board of parole. The Iowa board of parole consists of five people from various backgrounds appointed by the Governor, who will decide whether a prisoner is eligible for commutation or not. If they vote in favor of the appeal, then it is submitted to the governor who then makes the final decision to grant commutation.
How is the Skylark Project involved in the process applying for commutation?
Step 1. The Skylark Project(SKP) receives dozens of letters from women in prison, requesting help with their appeal application.
Step 2. Members of SKP review every request according to criteria such as whether domestic violence (DV) or sexual assault (SA) was present and if so how it related to the crime, how long their sentence is and their term served. If the applications meet the initial criteria, they move on to the next step.
Step 3. The remainder of applicants are then asked more than once, 40 to 50 yes or no questions, about how they have been affected by DV and SA. From this, 10 are selected to the final round.
Step 4. Face to face interviews with the prisoners, who are asked again to tell their story more than once. 5 to 6 of those who show immense consistency in their stories are then eligible for help by members of the SKP
Step 5. The members of the SKP are assigned one women prisoner each who will work with her in doing various things: A) in helping her write a cohesive, legible and comprehensive application, B) in helping her present her case and talk about her story in front of an audience C) explain her situation and why she did not mention DV or SA during her initial trial.
Step 6. These 5 to 6 women submit their appeal and go in front of the board of parole.
Step 7. If the board of parole votes unanimously in favor of commutation, their application is then passed on to the governor, who makes the final decision.
What is my role in this process and throughout the summer?
One of my roles this summer will be to work with a young women who has been approved by the SKP in helping her with her commutation application (Step 5). I am also doing research on three cases and trying to collect as much information about the trials and signs of DV involved in these cases. In addition, I will also be in charge of working on creating a community-based project involving community members and incarcerated survivors to be on exhibit during National Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
If you have any more questions you want me to answer about what I will be doing this summer, please leave me a comment and I will answer them as best as possible
Monday, June 15, 2009
Fort DesMoines and Newton Correctional Institute.
Today was quite a big day. This morning we visited Fort DesMoines Correctional Facility. This institute houses people who are convicted of operating while intoxicated, mild sex offenders, and provides transitional living for many newly released prisoners. In addition to providing living spaces for the people listed above, this facility also offers various “re-entry” classes. One example being the “Victim Impact Class”, where the former aggressors are made to understand the consequence of their actions on another person (the victim) and their families.
In the afternoon, we went to the Newton Correctional Institute for men, where my boss teaches a class on bioethics. This facility is considered a medium to maximum security prison. Before we were allowed in, we went through a metal detector and were patted down quite thoroughly. We were then lead through the first layer of barbed wire, then through the second and then through three doors before arriving in the actual prison. Once inside, we entered into a hall where we met the inmates in my bosses class. I have to say that I was quite nervous about the idea of going into a classroom with a bunch of men who are charged with first degree murder, first degree kidnapping and severe sexual assault. However, as we settled down and began the class, I was shocked by how “normal” they were and how the situation quickly turned from being scary criminals in a prison to human beings with minds and opinions in a classroom. They were laughing and cracking jokes with us, actively participating in class discussion and showed a lot of respect towards my boss. At the end of the class, we were able to ask them questions and a few stayed on after to talk to us personally before we left to go home.
It was such a disturbingly bizarre experience. I was struck by how smart and knowledgeable these men were and how much they wanted to learn and be a part of the class. What really hit home however, was when they talked about how much this class meant to them and how much they valued this opportunity to get an education. One individual in particular mentioned that it changed his life. He had a great sense of humor and was incredibly friendly and open. Had I met this individual outside of the prison, I would never ever have suspected him of committing the crime that he did.
I will never see these individuals again, so I doubt their behavior wasn't genuine but again it is hard to say. It is hard to know what to think in these situations. On the one hand they act like you and me. They are human beings, with families, feelings, minds, desires to make a living and have a family. On the other hand, they have committed some of the most heinous crimes. You think, they should be punished and sentenced for life in prison but then you walk out of that gated, guarded, barb-wired, brick block and you think “Well, that’s easy to say when I am able to walk out so freely and resume my life, dreams and goals”. How can they be so human and inhuman? Are they really just bad, manipulating people? Where they too young to know what they did? Did they lack guidance and love? Why, why, why did they do what they did? Should they be given a second chance? Imagine serving 75 years or more in prison…that’s your life right there stripped of freedom.
If there is one thing that I am certain however, is that EDUCATION can and will make a difference for EVERYONE. After this visit and hearing the men talk about their progression from being inarticulate kids to what they are now, I feel like I should do something related to teaching. At this moment, it seems like the only solution to steering kids away from trouble and giving everyone equal opportunities. Let’s see what tomorrow brings…
In the afternoon, we went to the Newton Correctional Institute for men, where my boss teaches a class on bioethics. This facility is considered a medium to maximum security prison. Before we were allowed in, we went through a metal detector and were patted down quite thoroughly. We were then lead through the first layer of barbed wire, then through the second and then through three doors before arriving in the actual prison. Once inside, we entered into a hall where we met the inmates in my bosses class. I have to say that I was quite nervous about the idea of going into a classroom with a bunch of men who are charged with first degree murder, first degree kidnapping and severe sexual assault. However, as we settled down and began the class, I was shocked by how “normal” they were and how the situation quickly turned from being scary criminals in a prison to human beings with minds and opinions in a classroom. They were laughing and cracking jokes with us, actively participating in class discussion and showed a lot of respect towards my boss. At the end of the class, we were able to ask them questions and a few stayed on after to talk to us personally before we left to go home.
It was such a disturbingly bizarre experience. I was struck by how smart and knowledgeable these men were and how much they wanted to learn and be a part of the class. What really hit home however, was when they talked about how much this class meant to them and how much they valued this opportunity to get an education. One individual in particular mentioned that it changed his life. He had a great sense of humor and was incredibly friendly and open. Had I met this individual outside of the prison, I would never ever have suspected him of committing the crime that he did.
I will never see these individuals again, so I doubt their behavior wasn't genuine but again it is hard to say. It is hard to know what to think in these situations. On the one hand they act like you and me. They are human beings, with families, feelings, minds, desires to make a living and have a family. On the other hand, they have committed some of the most heinous crimes. You think, they should be punished and sentenced for life in prison but then you walk out of that gated, guarded, barb-wired, brick block and you think “Well, that’s easy to say when I am able to walk out so freely and resume my life, dreams and goals”. How can they be so human and inhuman? Are they really just bad, manipulating people? Where they too young to know what they did? Did they lack guidance and love? Why, why, why did they do what they did? Should they be given a second chance? Imagine serving 75 years or more in prison…that’s your life right there stripped of freedom.
If there is one thing that I am certain however, is that EDUCATION can and will make a difference for EVERYONE. After this visit and hearing the men talk about their progression from being inarticulate kids to what they are now, I feel like I should do something related to teaching. At this moment, it seems like the only solution to steering kids away from trouble and giving everyone equal opportunities. Let’s see what tomorrow brings…
Sunday, June 14, 2009
This experience just keeps on getting better and better
Friday night, I took Stacey (the woman I met on the plane) up on her offer and went to the Coldpay concert. I went with Jessica who is one of the other interns I am working with, who aside from being very smart, is a riot and so much fun to be with. So, together we went to one of the best concerts I have ever seen. The whole performance was just so well done. The quality of the music, the talent and coordination of the artists, the lighting, special effects, songs and interaction with the audience was just fantastic. And the best part, was that we were sitting in the front row just feet away from the performers. Not only am I grateful to Stacey for giving me this incredible opportunity, but it was just one of those events that meant more to me than I can explain.
Soppiness aside, I have been familiarizing myself with my neighbors and my neighborhood. I walked to the Farmers market yesterday morning and bought some healthy greens and supported the local community. I then stopped at an independently owned coffee house, where I treated myself to some lovely tea, and later returned to watch a live performance with friends. I then spent the rest of the afternoon decorating my room and finally settling in. In the evening, I was introduced to more of Jessica’s friends including, another terrific, warm-hearted and worldly personality, a funny/sarcastic, Mohawked-punk and a shy, emo-ish, horticulturalist, who all go to school in the area. I invited all of them to my place for a house warming party, where we drank wine and played board games. We then migrated next door to my neighbors place, Lurch, who is a one-legged tattoo artist and a fascinating character. I am glad to say that I have made a good impression on all of them, and they have all gladly taken me under their wings and plan on showing me more sides of DesMoines and Iowa, than I would never see on my own.
I am so so glad that I decided to take a chance and live and work in a place that has introduced me to some people that I would have never considered talking to otherwise. Despite their sometimes intimidating appearance, they have been extremely open, curious, friendly and welcoming. This has already been an incredible experience and I haven’t even started my internship yet! However, based on our orientation and introduction on Friday it is going to be just as life-changing! More to come…
Soppiness aside, I have been familiarizing myself with my neighbors and my neighborhood. I walked to the Farmers market yesterday morning and bought some healthy greens and supported the local community. I then stopped at an independently owned coffee house, where I treated myself to some lovely tea, and later returned to watch a live performance with friends. I then spent the rest of the afternoon decorating my room and finally settling in. In the evening, I was introduced to more of Jessica’s friends including, another terrific, warm-hearted and worldly personality, a funny/sarcastic, Mohawked-punk and a shy, emo-ish, horticulturalist, who all go to school in the area. I invited all of them to my place for a house warming party, where we drank wine and played board games. We then migrated next door to my neighbors place, Lurch, who is a one-legged tattoo artist and a fascinating character. I am glad to say that I have made a good impression on all of them, and they have all gladly taken me under their wings and plan on showing me more sides of DesMoines and Iowa, than I would never see on my own.
I am so so glad that I decided to take a chance and live and work in a place that has introduced me to some people that I would have never considered talking to otherwise. Despite their sometimes intimidating appearance, they have been extremely open, curious, friendly and welcoming. This has already been an incredible experience and I haven’t even started my internship yet! However, based on our orientation and introduction on Friday it is going to be just as life-changing! More to come…
Friday, June 12, 2009
Day one in DesMoines
Wow, What a day of chaos, fun and fright! My flight from Columbus was delayed and so I was rerouted to Memphis Tennessee and then to DesMoines, which wasn’t too bad except that the bags of course were delayed in the process. But the upside was that I did not have to lug my bike box, suitcase and sheets all around the airports. The other really cool thing that happened (it happens a lot and is the greatest thing about traveling) was that I met a terrific woman called Stacey who is in the music business. After a heart to heart conversation, sharing memories and our love for books, she has offered me tickets to see a Coldplay concert, that she is organizing, FOR FREE! Yep... Moral of the story…talk to people next to you on the plane. In addition to witnessing the incredible connection between human beings, you might get free tickets to a concert!
Arriving in DesMoines was easy and smooth. I was met on time by my boss Katie who is SO nice and responsible and worldly. She drove me around the city and showed me where to buy food, go to the park, ride my bike etc. She even bought me dinner and then took me to my apartment.
Now for the not so good part…The location of the apartment is a little sketchy, or really I should say, it is not what I expected or what I am used to. It is a low income housing sector, which according to my prejudices, makes me very uneasy. When I asked the building manager if there were any problems around the area he assured me that it was safe and that there is no trouble. "We never had to call the cops except for yesterday when some guy forgot to take his meds and caused a bit of "trouble", but other than that you should have nothing to worry about..." (um....what?) Anyways, I have to say though that I really like my little studio. It has everything that I could possibly want including a little balcony and lots of light. I have been setting up and arranging for the past 6 hours and I am glad to say that everything is quiet and calm. I start my internship training tomorrow.
So I thought I was going to have an interesting and challenging internship…well turns out it is a whole package deal. Living on my own, alone, in an uncomfortable neighborhood, in a city and a state that I am not familiar with, the only contact being my boss…yes this will be challenging but like all experiences which are challenging, their outcomes seem to be the most rewarding.
Arriving in DesMoines was easy and smooth. I was met on time by my boss Katie who is SO nice and responsible and worldly. She drove me around the city and showed me where to buy food, go to the park, ride my bike etc. She even bought me dinner and then took me to my apartment.
Now for the not so good part…The location of the apartment is a little sketchy, or really I should say, it is not what I expected or what I am used to. It is a low income housing sector, which according to my prejudices, makes me very uneasy. When I asked the building manager if there were any problems around the area he assured me that it was safe and that there is no trouble. "We never had to call the cops except for yesterday when some guy forgot to take his meds and caused a bit of "trouble", but other than that you should have nothing to worry about..." (um....what?) Anyways, I have to say though that I really like my little studio. It has everything that I could possibly want including a little balcony and lots of light. I have been setting up and arranging for the past 6 hours and I am glad to say that everything is quiet and calm. I start my internship training tomorrow.
So I thought I was going to have an interesting and challenging internship…well turns out it is a whole package deal. Living on my own, alone, in an uncomfortable neighborhood, in a city and a state that I am not familiar with, the only contact being my boss…yes this will be challenging but like all experiences which are challenging, their outcomes seem to be the most rewarding.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Four scores and seven years ago...
Upon driving from Wickford R.I. to Circleville Ohio, my mom and I decided to stop overnight in the small but important town of Gettysburg P.A. Being a new American, this was a very meaningful, insightful and, in a way, humbling experience. I know very little about the Civil War but as I spent time in Gettysburg, visiting the Civil War museum, the David Wills house (where President Lincoln stayed) and walking around the now beautiful grounds upon which the battle of Gettysburg took place, I have come a little closer to understanding my grandparents generation and what makes the U.S. what it is today.
"Four scores and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal".
President Abraham Lincoln.
Liberty and Freedom. These men who fought in the Civil War, fought to give me and my generation the privileges that I have today: freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom to live the way I choose. This is something that cannot be disregarded or forgotten. However, does everyone in the United States have the same freedoms that I do? Does a nation "of the people, by the people, for the people" exemplify equality and liberty for all? We are definitely working towards it but we are not there yet. This will be exemplified throughout my internship working with people, who do not share these same freedoms. Should freedom be a privilege or a right? Should it be earned or should it be available for everyone? Furthermore, who defines freedom? I am not trying to be facetious or bash the United States. As I told my mom, I am very young, influential and liberal and I am just trying to grasp and understand this incredibly fascinating country and trying to figure the best possible way of giving back, helping others and being a good citizen. This experience was good food for thought and appropriate before starting my internship...
"Four scores and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal".
President Abraham Lincoln.
Liberty and Freedom. These men who fought in the Civil War, fought to give me and my generation the privileges that I have today: freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom to live the way I choose. This is something that cannot be disregarded or forgotten. However, does everyone in the United States have the same freedoms that I do? Does a nation "of the people, by the people, for the people" exemplify equality and liberty for all? We are definitely working towards it but we are not there yet. This will be exemplified throughout my internship working with people, who do not share these same freedoms. Should freedom be a privilege or a right? Should it be earned or should it be available for everyone? Furthermore, who defines freedom? I am not trying to be facetious or bash the United States. As I told my mom, I am very young, influential and liberal and I am just trying to grasp and understand this incredibly fascinating country and trying to figure the best possible way of giving back, helping others and being a good citizen. This experience was good food for thought and appropriate before starting my internship...
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
So this is my first blog and my first attempt at better reaching out to all the people I care about who are scattered around the world. From here on, I will be sharing my thoughts about my everyday life so that those who wish, can follow what I am doing and have an idea of what I am up to without having to constantly play phone tag or engage in infrequent e-mail replies.
Right now, I find myself in Ohio with my mom and appreciating the vastness of the home of aviation. I am relishing in the warm and colorful weather, going on bike rides, reading books and enjoying being in a home. It is now 11: 30 am and I am still in my PJ's. Must remedy that...
Right now, I find myself in Ohio with my mom and appreciating the vastness of the home of aviation. I am relishing in the warm and colorful weather, going on bike rides, reading books and enjoying being in a home. It is now 11: 30 am and I am still in my PJ's. Must remedy that...
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