BUT FOR A BIT OF BREAD AND APPLESAUCE
It is Thanksgiving morning (2018) as I write this - and lest there be any doubt, there are many things for which I am thankful and eternally grateful - but last nights raid by corrections officers and staff at the ISCC (reminiscent of black-uniformed, jack booted storm troopers) bent on confiscating any state-issued food under the guise of preventing Thanksgiving alcohol making will certainly leave a streak of resentment and sadness. (Oh, and it takes days or weeks to make alcohol from fruit, etc.) OK, I get it, they have an interest in preventing inmates from consuming alcohol, but most of the food they confiscated was food they not only allow us to have in our cells, they even deliver it to us in the housing units. The state giveth, the state taketh away I suppose. An orange or an apple, a piece of bread, peanut butter and jelly - provided just hours before - ripped from our grasps and our cells and thrown into trash bags - hauled away as garbage while so many people in the worl...