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I feel myself shrink as I approach the gates, unusually confronted by the massive
presence before me. I am about to see the real deal, meet the faceless criminals who were
why even small-town parents worried about their kids being out late at night.
In high school, friends and I would play late night rounds of cops and robbers
a game that involved running through streets and gallivanting through peoples
backyards. We never once worried for our safety or thought that we were doing
something wrong. I remember being so concerned about being caught by my friends
playing the cops that it didnt even cross my mind that I could be caught by the real cops.
We were nave and privilegedour white bodies and tight-knit rural community allowed
us to act in ways that in other contexts would get people locked up.
During this time I also started to participate in National History Day. Each year I
studied topics that gripped me, like William Wilberforce, crusader abolitionist, or the
1948 Genocide Convention. I was deeply upset as I learned about historical injustices,
like slavery and genocide, where human rights had been so blatantly ignored and
stunningly violated. At the same time I was inspired by the individual and collective
efforts to make meaningful change and to abolish these inhumane practices.
The last metal door shuts behind me; whatever lies ahead, there is no backing out
now. We shuffle through the fluorescent-lit hallways, into a room where three men sit
waiting.
As I interact with the very criminals that the news made me fear, that my
community hush-hushed, there is one thought that floats through my head over and over:
these are people. All of those jokes with my soccer team about the men at the Monroe
Reformatory feel surreal. These are real individuals with names, identities, and lives they
are living.
Upon my return I was interested in hearing more voices on criminal justice. I
dove into research on the project The Oral History of the Penitentiary. I transcribed and
detailed stories ranging from the recollections of the first woman correctional officer, to
memories from past Washington governors as they laid out their relationship with the
institution.
This is how I was first struck with the idea for the Watson. I was listening to an
interview with one of the most famous superintendents of the Washington State
Penitentiarywarden Bob Rhay. Rhay went on a European Trip of Prisons to learn
about alternatives to the U.S. prison system and when he returned people said he was a
changed man. Though I am no Bob Rhay, it stuck with me that this opportunity to view
the way other societies handle their worst would be a life-altering experience.
Upon exiting the gates, something feels different. I look back and suddenly the
Pen has changed. In the dusk, its lights emit a harsh but warm glow and I see past the
stoic structure to envision the men who live within those walls.
Three years ago I never would have predicted that I was going to build my life
around criminal justice. There really is no completely rational explanation for my
obsession but either way, crazy or not, I have pursued every opportunity to be involved in
this world, and push myself and the boundaries of this interest. I have engaged peers,
concerned citizens, community members, incarcerated youth and men, ex-felons,
correctional staff, volunteers and many more about criminal justice here in the United
States. But, based on my experience in Nicaragua and the role-model of Bob Rhay, I
know that there is so much more out there: I have much to learn and there are stories
waiting to be told about systems of corrections in other cultures. Now is the time to take
my passion a step further, expand my worldview and engage these voices around criminal
justice in a broader context.