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Monthly Review Press

The People's Lawyer: The Center for Constitutional Rights and the Fight for Social Justice, from Civil Rights to Guantánamo
THE PEOPLE'S LAWYER: The Center for Constitutional Rights and the Fight for Social Justice, from Civil Rights to Guantánamo by Albert Ruben

Law and the Rise of Capitalism
LAW AND THE RISE OF CAPITALISM by Michael E. Tigar

The American Revolution: Pages from a Negro Worker’s Notebook
THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION: Pages from a Negro Worker’s Notebook by James Boggs (New Edition with New Commentary by Grace Lee Boggs and Others)

Meatpackers
MEATPACKERS: An Oral History of Black Packinghouse Workers and Their Struggle for Racial and Economic Equality by Rick Halpern and Roger Horowitz

Powers of Desire: The Politics of Sexuality
POWERS OF DESIRE: The Politics of Sexuality edited by Ann Snitow, Christine Stansell, and Sharon Thompson

Women and the Politics of Class
WOMEN AND THE POLITICS OF CLASS by Johanna Brenner

The Socialist Feminist Project
THE SOCIALIST FEMINIST PROJECT: A Contemporary Reader in Theory and Politics edited by Nancy Holmstrom

A Freedom Budget for All Americans: Recapturing the Promise of the Civil Rights Movement in the Struggle for Economic Justice Today
A FREEDOM BUDGET FOR ALL AMERICANS: Recapturing the Promise of the Civil Rights Movement in the Struggle for Economic Justice Today

Orange Is Not New, and Prison Is Not Our Best Color
by Susie Day

Twenty-five years ago, I, a hapless reporter on assignment, went to the DC Jail and met the woman who was to be my life's partner.  I interviewed her about her political bombing case; we fell in love; I visited her in various prisons for 11 years; she was released; we're now spending the rest of our lives working out our relationship, which has much to do with politics and everything with what she went through in prison.

Whatta story, right?  I haven't written much about this because I've found it impossible to convey what prison did to us.  But when I read Piper Kerman's smart, funny, heart-grabbing Orange Is the New Black, chronicling her year behind bars, I thought, "Whoa, she gets this."  Then I caught the Netflix series based on Kerman's book.  I now suspect the most lethal thing you can do to the truth about prison is to bring it anywhere near the entertainment industry.

From her book, Piper Kerman seems a standup person.  Yes, like on Netflix, she's a thin, white, Smith graduate; yes, she's got the confidence that comes from being told all your life that you and your people matter.  But during her comparatively tiny 11-month stint in the Danbury prison camp on a drug conviction, Piper Kerman, for all her legal reserves, her family's support, her fiancé's devotion, realized she was as powerless as the scores of mostly poor women of all colors and cultures who did time alongside her.

Prison corrodes humanity layer by layer with absurd, bureaucratic cruelties.  Inside, as my partner found, the best way to hang on to your soul is to actually see the people around you.  This is what Piper Kerman did, and the bonds she forged with the women at Danbury changed her life.  Kerman became alive to the fact that the each of the 2.4 million women and men locked into U.S. "correctional" facilities -- disproportionately people of color; almost all poor -- possess souls that weigh the same as her own.  Kerman angled her book in this direction, and now that she's out, she's on the board of the Women's Prison Association, working to change the punitive, lock-'em-up mentality that created this nation's prison system.

Which is why it hurts to see what was, in book form, a credible, compassionate story of women surviving prison, stream online as voyeuristic entertainment for anyone interested in mean-girl-sex-drug-snake-pit lockups.  In this hierarchy of intimidation and deceit, shame trumps compassion almost every time.  No wonder America loves this show.

Prison on Netflix looks authentic.  Women have convincingly bad skin, rotten teeth, lumpy figures.  But this docu-realism also works to shield shallowly conceived characters, many of whom verge on class/race caricatures.  Black, Latina, poor white women, and, lest we forget -- lesbians -- are trashy, self-hating, predatory, and come with precooked back stories involving poverty, drugs, abuse, etc., to explain how they got that way.  Piper, on Netflix, becomes a self-avowed WASP narcissist who, before entering prison, begs her fiancé to "keep my website updated."  Inside, she likes fucking the ex-girlfriend who got her arrested.  She also isn't above turning in someone's contraband to get what she wants from the corrections officers -- who are portrayed one-dimensionally as sadistic or two-dimensionally as pitiful.

In transferring any work from page to stage it's legitimate to alter the original.  But OITNB the show goes way beyond this to disfigure the basic spirit of OITNB the book, refitting characters and storyline to suit TV's definition of "gripping."

In the book, for instance, Piper, new to prison camp, remarks that the food is so bad, there ought to be a hunger strike.  She doesn't know the middle-aged Russian woman sitting across from her is the camp cook.  The cook, though hurt, warns Piper not to mention hunger strikes if she wants to avoid solitary.  But on Netflix, the cook seethes, and next day at breakfast, Piper finds a bloody tampon on her muffin -- an unsubtle cue to the camp's women that Piper is to be starved.  Piper doesn't eat for days, until she figures out how to make amends.

Crazy Eyes, in the book, is a Latina who had a crush on Piper, but who respectfully backs off after Piper explains she isn't interested.  Crazy Eyes, in the series, is a wigged-out Black butch, who after being refused, sneaks into Piper's cubicle to piss on the floor.

Occasionally, Netflix offers pockets of clarity: Poussey, a young Black woman, is able -- desperately, ecstatically -- to catch a last glimpse of her best friend Taystee as she's led away on release; Sophia, the camp's only transgender woman, confides in the activist nun.  And despite the show's moral incompetence, the actors are, for the most part, extremely competent, dimensional, skilled -- and deserve better.  But once you hear the opening lines of OITNB's theme song, you know what the show's about:

The animals, the animals
Trapped trapped trapped till the cage is full . . .

I'm truly sorry.  I know you probably love this show.  Go on, enjoy this skanky soap opera.  Definitely enjoy Season One's fade-out, as Piper beats a psychotic white-trash Jesus freak possibly to death during the Christmas pageant.  Just please don't think this teaches you about prison.

Here's the thing.  I've been visiting prisoners -- women and men; state and federal -- since 1988.  I personally haven't known life inside, but I know what it's like to be the good friend of someone who will probably never get out.  My partner's 14+ years inside color every aspect of our relationship, and that will continue until one of us dies.  And whether you know it or not, prison colors every aspect of your life this country.

You want to see women in prison?  Turn off your flat screen.  Get involved.  Teach a class.  Write or visit someone inside.  Maybe she's had hot prison sex; maybe she gets into fights; that's hardly the point.  What will probably shock you is how much you have in common.


Susie Day is a writer.
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