Inside The Gouverneur Correctional Facility

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Through two metal, cold doors, I was exposed to a whole new world. Inside the Gouverneur Correctional Facility in New York contained the lives of over 900 men who had committed felonies. Just looking down the pathway, the grass was green, and the flowers were beautifully surrounding the sidewalks. There were different brick buildings with their own walkways. You could not tell from the outside that inside each of these different buildings 60 men lived. On each side, sharing four phones, seven showers, and seven toilets. It did not end there, through one more locked metal door contained the lives of 200 more men. This life was not as beautiful and not nearly as big. Although Gouverneur Correctional Facility was a medium security prison, inside this second metal door was a high wired fence, it was a max maximum security prison. For such a clean, beautifully kept place, it contained people who did awful, heart-breaking things. I, however, did not speak to all these men, just a mere seven. These seven men were part of a program called Yap. They spoke to groups of kids, usually ones that had the potential to head down the wrong path, to try to steer them away from the life they were living. Although these seven men did commit felonies, they were more behaved and different than some of the other men that we were not part of this program. They spoke about their crimes and allowed my group to ask any questions we pleased. This conversation continued for about three hours. I asked questions that pertained to everyone; their names are Luis Fernandez (01B0434), Carlos Morciglio (14R1023), Leslie Manasee (15B3480), Marcellis Hudson (15R2390), Jason Clacks (13B3377), Latief Graham (13A4105), and Pedro Taveras (16R1012). Each person has a n... ... middle of paper ... ...ple. Before this experience, I do not think I could have ever said I respected a convicted burglar or any criminal. These were humans who made incredibly bad decisions, but that does not mean they do not deserve a second chance if they are willing to change, some aren’t, but I emphasized for the prisoners who were. Prison is a lot of their second chances. “I am lucky to still be alive, if I were not here (in prison), I most likely wouldn’t be alive,” exclaimed one prisoner. This experience allowed me to be thankful for the life I was given, the home I grew up in, and how my parents raised me. I cannot say I would not walk into a prison frightened and with preconceived thoughts again because I would be lying. I have been taught by society to be scared of these people, but I am thankful I can say I did meet kind, remorseful prisoners waiting for their second chance.

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