If COVID-19 breaches the gates of Eastern Reception,
Diagnostic & Correctional Center — or, really, any prison —
those of us confined would likely be screwed. There's too much common space.
What space each person can call his own is intensely cramped. Everyone here
shares his living quarters with another human. Three cramped dining halls serve
the entire 2,800-man population. Half of us use the same gym, chapel, library,
medical facility, and classrooms. How could one hope to stem the spread of a
virulent contagion under these circumstances?
There's only so much that can be done, but steps are being
taken. The Missouri DOC calls its efforts against an outbreak a "Virus Containment
Action." It's shitty language to describe a good idea that's being
inconsistently enacted.
A properly answered questionnaire and a temperature check are required before
any employee gets past the gates. Hand sanitizer dispensers suddenly appear
throughout the facility. Assigned seating in the dining hall mostly separates
the occupants of one wing from another. At my janitorial job, where I tidy
offices, wiping all surfaces with bleach solution is now part of my daily
responsibilities. And still more changes are promised. Yesterday's e-mail from
the Director of Adult Institutions says that masks for staff and prisoners will
soon be distributed. Okay, I thought, but will it
be soon enough?
Amazingly, the DOC's considered the social impact of this coronavirus. The
Department went so far as to arrange limited free communication for all 34,000
prisoners in its custody. Every prisoner is now getting two free ten-minute
phone calls and one free JPay e-mail per week. The
average Missouri prisoner has to buy every necessary hygiene product (except
soap and toilet paper) with an $8.50 monthly stipend. The small benefit of free
calls and e-mail makes a major difference to those who can't afford regular
contact with loved ones.
The DOC's commitment to minimizing the effect of COVID-19 on Missouri prisons
impresses me, but its employees' enforcement of the Virus Containment Action
are, at the institutional level, half-assed and inconsistent. No one
responsible for putting the Action into action seems to put any thought into
it. Temperature checks were implemented very late in the game. (That's what
I've been told, anyway. It's not like I get to see the guards and caseworkers
reporting to work.) Just as bad, the separation of housing units at meals and
other times isn't rigorously enough enforced to make a real difference. One day
we're segregated while eating — A-Wing on one side of the dining hall,
B-Wing on the other — while the next day we're ordered to lump
together in one big, germy group.
I wipe down the boss's keyboard and mouse with bleach solution, but he enters
in the mornings without washing or sanitizing his hands after touching who
knows how many door handles and surfaces between his car and his office.
Heading down this epidemiological rabbit hole could drive a person mad, but
we've got to follow it a little way down; the current state of the world
demands we make a serious effort, or else we might as well be making none at
all.
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