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POVÍDKA Juvenile Reformation 1

Pine Creek Juvenile Detention Facility (JDF) was unremarkable apart from

its recidivism rate, which hovered around zero. Scholars and policy makers

had made note of Pine Creek and there were often proposals to do studies

inside the JDF to determine why the facility was so "successful." The

administration of Pine Creek, as well as the Correctional Officers (CO)

answered questions from academics and colleagues from other counties and

states, but determinedly did not want any studies taking place within their

jail.

Pine Creek was the regional lockup for juveniles in a county in an upper

Midwest/upper plains state. Several counties in the area had approved its

construction by a private consortium and it housed inmates up to 20 from

all those places. Kids of 18 could still be sent to prison, but youthful

offenders 18 and up could have their sentence made by the court to be in

juvenile lockup. Also, offenders who were under 18 when sentenced would

serve their terms in juvenile lockup until age 20.

Pine Creek was also noted because it attracted a wide range of

over-qualified men to serve as COs. While some attributed this to the

imagined innovative correctional methods that produced a basically zero

recidivism rate, those who knew better knew why so many from around the

country wanted to work there. They had doctors and lawyers and successful

businessmen apply for CO jobs. There was a resume pool of several

thousand, fueled by internet rumors, which lay in the personnel files of

Pine Creek.

For this JDF was neither normal nor traditional. The zero recidivism rate

was because no boy wanted ever to return there. The area where Pine Creek

was located was a traditionally Scandinavian area, with strong Lutheran and

family values. It brought shame on a boy's family when he got in trouble

with the law, and after a stint at Pine Creek, he would be unlikely to ever

break the law again. Like many other jails in the US, Pine Creek was

privately built and operated, and like in too many places in the US, the

financiers and shareholders were judges, lawyers, and other public

officials. This ensured a steady stream of inmates.

When Billy Gunderson went to court on a Wednesday for his Minor in

Possession of Alcohol charge, he, and his parents, expected around a $50

fine, and perhaps some community service. No luck. The judge gave Billy

20 days, even though school was in session for the 17 year old.

Immediately after the sentence, the bailiffs took Billy, frisked him,

especially up between his buttocks, and cuffed him, hands behind the back,

and legs. Billy had to spend the rest of the afternoon in a small holding

cell adjacent to the courtroom until all cases had been heard and the

county sheriffs' transport van was leaving the courthouse. Unused to the

profanity and roughness of the guards, Billy just did what told and kept

his head down.

Several hours later, after making numerous stops at other courts, jails,

halfway houses, and other places, the van arrived at Pine Creek. Billy was

awaken with a slap, and shuffled, cuffs allowing, out of the van. Once

firmly on the pavement outside of the low-slung and dreary-looking

facility, Billy was led inside a garage-looking door. The sheriffs who had

brought Billy here left promptly, and he was left alone with a mean-looking

CO behind a desk. Billy stood in front of him and answered his questions

as politely and honestly as he could. "Are you a gang member?" No. "Are

you afraid of anyone in this jail?" No. "Are you a homosexual, do you like

to suck dick?" No.

The CO then told Billy he had to be searched. He came around the desk with

a key in his hand and unlocked Billy's handcuffs. While Billy was rubbing

his wrists from the pain the cuffs had caused, the CO bent down, while

keeping an eye on Billy, and unlocked the leg restraints. Billy felt free

for a second, the cuffs had been painful and shameful. His relief was

short lived as the CO barked at him: "hands in front." Billy complied, and

the same cuffs were quickly re-attached to his wrists, though this time in

front of him. It was only when the CO's eyes darted up that Billy glanced

and saw a hook in the ceiling. The CO promptly raised Billy's cuffed hands

up, and looped the chain over the hook, almost keeping Billy on his tip

toes.

The CO began his inspection. Immediately, he unbuckled Billy's belt and

pulled it harshly out of its loops on Billy's suit pants. He threw the

belt into a corner of the small room and began to undo Billy's suit

trousers. With those down, he pulled at Billy's boxers and forced them to

his calves as well. Bending down, he pulled both free of Billy's feet and

quickly got back in the youth's face. "Are you hiding anything?" he

barked. No, Billy said. "We'll see" the CO retorted. Starting at Billy's

feet, the CO rubbed and probed every nook and cranny. Between the toes,

under the feet, wherever. He spent a long time pulling on Billy's

low-hanging balls, and fingering behind them, as if you could hide anything

there anyway. Similar attention was paid to Billy's dick. About 5" soft

and uncircumcised, it was prized to Billy.

After examining the boy's genitals for 10 minutes or so, the CO abruptly

moved behind Billy. He rubbed then patted the boy's butt, and gave it a

slap. "Stand easy" the CO said. Billy did not know how he could stand

easy, so kept in his frozen position. The CO undid Billy's cuffs from the

ceiling hook, and then unlocked them. "Grab your ankles" the CO barked.

Billy did so. The CO was looking at his butthole, Billy could tell. "Get

your hands back there and fingerfuck yourself" the CO commanded. Billy,

compliant till now, instead stood up and yelled no fuckin way. The words

had barely escaped his mouth when he felt a blinding pain.

Waking up groggy in a strange place, Billy saw other young men in the small

cell he was in. "Hey dude, are you ok? Wake up man. I'm Olafson, you're

in my cell. What the fuck did you do in intake? They tased you and beat

you up some. You're in punishment now, I've never heard of a guy coming

straight into punishment. Call me Eric, are you ok?"

Billy was seeing hazily and had no recollection of anything past his court

appearance the day before. "I am ok," he replied, "What the fuck's going

on?"

At the same time, Billy felt bruises and pains on his body, and

instinctively reached to press and feel them. His wrists immediately

caught, and he realized he was recuffed. "Sorry man," Eric said, "Dude

this is punishment block, you're always cuffed." Billy's hands were cuffed

to a chain that was tight around his slim waist, with only about three

inches slack between the cuffs and the waist chain. Billy would later

learn that this was called 'low cuff' and was unbelievably preferable to

'high cuff' which consisted of a neck chain with handcuffs split off each

side with about four inches of chain between cuff and chain. Some of the

COs, who had been psychologists or psychiatrists in previous lives, had

determined that this was suitable punishment. Teen boys like to fidget,

make signals with their hands, scratch themselves, rub themselves, put

their hands down their pants, and all kinds of things. Keeping a boy

cuffed 24 hours a day was true punishment. But that was actually only a

small part of the punishment meted out in the disciplinary block at Pine

Creek.

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