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Stories by Alice: Those Who Cross the Law
When I was growing up back home, in the backwoods of Maryland, there was, as the crow flies, a jail not too far away, in the nearest small town, Upper Marlboro, which was the county seat. Security at the jail was not so good; more often than I can remember, in my childhood, there were jailbreaks. There was no road that went directly to that jail; but as the crow flies, it was not so many miles … just seven miles … from where we lived.
When inmates would break out of that jail, they had an alarm system … a siren … that they sounded. And you could hear it all the way to our house … through the woods, over the cow pastures, everywhere … You could when there was a jailbreak.
I remember what my mom used to say; she would say: Now, you children, come on inside, and you stay here until they catch that criminal. [laughs]
Sooner or later, they usually caught them.
And so, there was that segment of society … what you would call the inmates of a correctional facility … that was segregated from the rest of humankind because of the way that they behaved, and how it clashed with the behavior of other people, that was considered to be the right way of interacting with society. You see?
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–from Link: “Grouping vs the All: the Molokai Mental Filter,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 12 January 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4KH ..
Alice B. Clagett
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