On Sunday; Useful Advice If Doing Time: Rewind Clock
By FRANCIS X. CLINES Published on The New York Times: Sunday, September 26, 1993
THE
city can shuck and devour idealists on the half shell, reducing them to
sound-bite do-gooders or academic cranks while the larger life of New
York roars on by obliviously, meanly. Such a fate was clearly tempted
early on by Stephen J. Chinlund, with his tall, lean demeanor, tweed
jacket-cum-Episcopal collar regalia and inbred air of decency.
The
city was at full fester and ready for him three decades ago when, a few
years into the priesthood, he took his first bus to the Rikers Island
jail with do-gooding on his mind. "I'll never forget how vivid it was
when we waited at a stop sign and a long line of inmates went by," he
recalls. "How intelligent and sensitive many of them seemed in contrast
to the stereotype I had accepted of just a mass of brutalized guys."
Such
thinking remains belittled out here among the law-abiding majority, but
the 29-year-old idealist had a notion then about getting inmates
together in some sort of simple new prison program of mutual discussion
and support -- exploiting the idle, gigantic resource of the prisoners
themselves in self-revealing, self-bolstering groups. He discovered
that prison rules frowned on this, dedicated as they were to separating
and isolating society's miscreants.
Thirty years later, after
long toil and mixed success, Mr. Chinlund's idealizing survives, even
prevails in some cases, most impressively in the talkative, resolute
groups of young parolees who gather four nights each week in various
city neighborhoods as part of a program called Aftershock. This is a
required postscript to the special Shock camp program, in which the
state annually lets 3,000 first-felony offenders volunteer for six
months of rough boot-camp discipline as an alternative to hard prison
time.
The public may recognize the state prison system's Shock
program, now considered a promising model for the rest of the nation
for its cost- effective attempts at rehabilitation, by TV clips of
young criminals marching rigidly to drill instructors' cadence. But the
spiritual heart of it is Mr. Chinlund's "Network" idea of 30 years ago
to let inmates gather in groups and develop methods for challenging one
another to reverse their attitudes and opportunities in life.
"Our
recovery, our life, what we're doing isn't over till the day we die,"
one young parolee severely cautioned his peers the other night as they
gathered in an Aftershock session as highly vulnerable neophyte
ex-convicts, only a few weeks back in the city. Fresh from meager-wage
jobs and old-neighborhood routines, they gathered in confusion and
doubt at the Calvary Church parish hall near Gramercy Park. They were
intent on maintaining the detailed Network regimen of forcing open talk
to reveal one another's flaws and promise as well as freedom's
temptations: skipping a boring day's work, perhaps, or returning to the
local drug tenderloin.
At the same time, true to the Chinlund
ideal, they took turns celebrating mundane achievements. "I'm
outstanding," one parolee barked from a position of military attention.
"I'm out two weeks and I've made it to work every night." The gathering
of 40 parolees and their proud staff of ex-convicts applauded, cheered
and whistled at his achievement and congratulated dozens more who
bragged of new self-control. "I'm drug free, have a positive attitude
and I'm not hanging out with the wrong brothers!" another declared in
Whitmanesque exultation.
Simple sounding stuff, of course, but
of an order of self-esteem and self-determination that is a revelation
to anyone who regularly visits prisons and is appalled at all the
wasteful silence and waiting. The only real pity in the evening was the
thought that the Network approach, under the garrulous, emotional
direction of the inmates themselves, used to be available in half the
state prisons. Budget cuts reduced it a few years ago largely to the
Shock and Aftershock programs and to special parts of the city's prison
system.
The best testimonial of the night came from a visiting
parole officer, Doug Millar. He thanked the young parolees for finally
giving him something that cheered him up after two decades of the
usual, depressing recidivist cycle. In the last five years of Shock and
Aftershock, 8,000 young parolees have returned to the city and close to
four of five have not returned to prison, Mr. Millar noted.
"You
recharge my batteries," he told the young ex-offenders, begging them to
keep at the Aftershock meetings, which are run by Mr. Chinlund's
Episcopal Mission Society. "It'll never be like this again," he said,
stressing how "the next bit is hard time" -- real prison time, should
they fail this opportunity. "There's hope in this room," Mr. Millar
declared pleadingly. "There's help in this room."
He sat down
and the young parolees went on with their meeting, looking for lapses
in one another's return to freedom, talking, talking to one another,
just the way Mr. Chinlund first idealized it.
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