There are many ways to destroy a person–or an animal. But the simplest and most devastating might be solitary confinement.
Consider the following testimony from prisoners interviewed by the psychiatrist Stuart Grassian in Block 10 of Walpole Penitentiary in 1982:
- I went to a standstill psychologically once — lapse of memory. I didn’t talk for 15 days. I couldn’t hear clearly. You can’t see — you’re blind — block everything out — disoriented, awareness is very bad. Did someone say he’s coming out of it? I think what I’m saying is true — not sure. I think I was drooling — a complete standstill.
- I seem to see movements — real fast motions in front of me. Then seems like they’re doing things behind your back — can’t quite see them. Did someone just hit me? I dwell on it for hours.
- Melting, everything in the cell starts moving; everything gets darker, you feel you are losing your vision.
- I can’t concentrate, can’t read . . . Your mind’s narcotized . . . sometimes can’t grasp words in my mind that I know. Get stuck, have to think of another word. Memory is going. You feel you are losing something you might not get back.
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So very sad.
BTW, last night I discovered the story of Britches via the Animal Liberation Front. I am not exaggerating when I say, I threw up and then fainted on the bathroom floor. I was probably about 3/4 way through the video on the ALF site when I had to run to the bathroom. I went back and watched the rest of the video and I’m glad I did because there was a happy ending to Britches story and that is so very very rare. I couldn’t go to bed right away and when I finally did I would wake up off and on throughout the night and immediately my mind would jump to Britches. As I rode the train into Boston this morning, I thought about Britches and then I checked email and saw the post from SHARK about the disgusting pigeon shoot in PA. My emotions ran the gamut of: anger, angst, sadness, and my stomach overall had a sick feeling, even now my stomach and mind are churning. It ceases to amaze me just how cruel, evil, and inhumane some humans can be.
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