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if-you-fan-a-fire · 20 days

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"Let us now consider another trait of the average ex-convict which is of great significance. Without his knowledge or volition (except in extremely rare cases), he has the tendency to revert to previous states of living, or of development. In this connection it must be borne in mind that in prison the social, mental and emotional development of the criminal has been sharply arrested. As previously stated, the paucity of social, mental, sexual and emotional contacts prevents the young prisoner from achieving maturity, and prevents the further growth of even the older one. (The average prisoner of to-day is so young that it is wise, for the moment, to consider the problem from this point of view.) He comes out of prison, therefore, pretty much the same callow, immature person he was when he entered, with the additional handicap of having suffered a partial or total incapacitation or at least a weakening of his powers of adequate response to stimuli. Not only that, but in his raging hunger for the woman, he has inevitably raised her to a place of exaggerated importance in life: so much so that in the initial grip of his lust he is almost ready to grovel at her feet, helpless in the face of her power to appease his wild desire. Unable to face her unself-consciously, he is obliged to hide his passion behind a smirking mask of hypocrisy.

Worse yet, although he thinks of life and people as they were in the pre-prison years, the world and the persons in it have greatly changed. He finds, too, that he himself has greatly changed. For although he feels the same youthful needs and hungers, he finds himself unable to feel the same responses. He is overwhelmed by a sense of futility, of loss, of being out of touch with persons, events, life. It is partly a poignant nostalgia for the old days and an overwhelming regret for the lost years, the wasted mind and the unrecoverable wastes and losses of the prison years. He finds himself enswathed in layers of numbness caused by malnutrition and prison stupor.

He cannot feel anything except the most violent and exciting emotions or events or people. In his unconscious efforts to free his body and spirit of this coating of numbness (anhedonia, as Doctor Myerson calls it in his splendid paper on that subject), he will plunge himself and his friends into the most outrageously impossible situations (so strong is the unconscious urge to make his presence felt, to convince himself and his friends that he is actually alive). All of which helps to explain why it is that the average ex-convict, still in the clutch of prison stupor, seeks to pierce the anhedonic fog with artificial stimulations: drugs, fiery liquors, passionate women, the noisy, glittering gaiety of night clubs and speak-easies. To do this, of course, requires money. Usually penniless, but usually determined also to have the fling for which he has lusted so long, the average ex-convict may react in some of the following ways.

He may feel so cheated of the joys to which looked forward, so angry at the failure of life to compensate him for the ordeal of imprisonment, that he will turn like a hounded fox upon the environment which frustrates and badgers him and seek revenge at the point of a gun. I have heard any number of ex-convicts say (and they so nearly use the same words that it is practically a pattern):

"Listen! You know what prison is. You've been in the can yourself. You know what a man's up against when he comes out. I don't have to tell you. Well, here's the way it is. I went through hell for seven years. I hardly drew a comfortable breath the whole time I was there. I got lousy food, a stuffy cell, a rotten job where I couldn't even learn a trade, and had to take a lot of cheap crap from a lot of half-witted screws (guards) who wouldn't even dare to speak to me on the street, let alone try to bully me not out here, where it'd be man to man. All right. I went through all that torture. For what? For stealing a few lousy bucks from some rich bastard that's got as many dimes as Rockefeller. Even if it's wrong to steal everybody does it, judges and all; and what about guys like Sin- clair, who had Martin Littleton and a few million bucks to keep him from going to prison even if it's wrong to steal, that doesn't give the dirty bastards the right to keep me cooped up like a dog for seven years, half starved, never seeing a woman, never having a chance to live. Well, by Christ, I'm going to live now! And I don't give a good goddam where I get the money to pay for my fun only, somebody's going to pay, believe me. If any of them lousy screws had anything worth stealing, I'd certainly love to make them pay for it. But anyhow, I'm going to make up for those seven years. They ain't going to use me like a yellow dog for seven years and get away with it. No sir. They've had their laugh. Now I'll have mine at their expense and we'll see who laughs the loudest, or the longest, or the last."

He may break down completely out of sheer disappointment and a sense of the futility of all effort, and fall prey to a most fearful inferiority-martyr complex, taking flight into the prison stupor in which (consciously or unconsciously) he sought refuge during the prison years. I have seen such men: puling, whining, altogether weak and inadequate, their spirits broken by imprisonment and the inability to achieve readjustment. I have heard them say, "Jeeze, what can a guy do? They's no work, and a guy can't take a chance gettin' pinched under the Baumes Laws. If he's an ex-con they'll throw the whole book at him and bury him for life." Beaten, defeated by circumstances, these men are likely to become derelicts and drifters, eventually to land in institutions for habitual drunks, drug addicts, and other misfits who have to be supported by the long-suffering taxpayers.

Or he may become so egregiously dissatisfied with the new environment (which is uncomforting and embarrassing, which frustrates his desire for sexual pleasure and rich living) that he will commit crimes, even when he has a very sincere desire to reform, which are unconsciously motivated by a desire to return to the prison environment. This, at first glance, may seem incredible; but I am sure that a more careful consideration of it will reveal its fundamental truth. The ex-convict, let us say, finds himself unable to get work; he will not hit the bread lines; without money, he cannot keep up even the pretence of respectability which is necessary if he is to delude his immediate associates, who know nothing about his prison record.

This makes life dissatisfying, incomplete, humiliating. In the new world he has no place, no security, no reputation. What he seeks when unconsciously desiring to return to the prison environment is, not the hateful cell, not the stuffy shop, but the feeling of security, of safety, of freedom from the stress and strain of a life he finds too difficult. He seeks the old world to which he had become stuporously accustomed, in which he had a meager but definite place, a reputation, friends of his own kind, and those other things in life which help to bolster up the drooping ego.

The ex-convict, thus, is essentially the convalescent. Prison stupor, as I have tried to show in another chapter, is a very real and dangerous disease. Its deplorable after-effects - bodily and spiritual anemia and atrophy, anhedonia are not to be thrown off in a few weeks or months. In fact, I doubt if any man who has served even five years in prison will ever succeed in fully getting free of its griping clutch. The newly liberated prisoner, therefore, is like any patient just out of a hospital: he is weak and ineffectual a convalescent. He is able to go through the less complicated motions and gestures of living, but there is actually very little life and strength in his devitalized, desire-torn body. He is a hollow shell, a fuel-less engine. To revert to the original metaphor: the animal suddenly freed after long captivity will need a great deal of time and exercise before it recovers anything like the full use of its various faculties."

- Victor F. Nelson, Prison Days and Nights. Second edition. With an introduction by Abraham Myerson, M.D. Garden City: Garden City Publishing Co., 1936. p. 257-262.

#words from the inside #prisoner autobiography #prison days and nights #victor nelson #history of crime and punishment #reading 2024 #causes of crime #ex-convicts #released from prison #research quote #rehabilitation #failure of rehabilitation #jailbirds #prison stupor #effects of incarceration #penal reform #american prison system #repeat offenders

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Almost 50 per cent?

"Humankind: A Hopeful History" - Rutger Bregman

#book quote #humankind #rutger bregman #nonfiction #recidivism #prison #norway #justice system #jail #gaol #repeat offenders

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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The officer leans close, jabbing a finger into Steve’s chest. “You’re damn lucky it ain’t ten years ago or one state over,” he growls. “You could be looking at a felony charge, serving 15 to life. We didn’t stand for this kind of thing in Hawkins when I joined the force.”

Steve just folds his arms and gives the officer a bored look. “Okay,” he says. “Good talk. Can I see my boyfriend now?”

The officer sneers, but he steps aside to let Steve through. They’ve got Eddie cuffed to the hospital bed with another gun-toting guard in the corner.

“Jesus christ,” snaps Steve. “He’s not gonna escape, he can’t even walk right now. Why don’t you clear out and give us a little privacy, huh?”

“Sorry,” says the guard, not sounding all that sorry. “It’s for his own protection.”

Fuck. He’s gonna have to hope Eddie can follow his lead. All that practice pretending to be a wizard or whatever has to be good for something, right?

He perches on the side of Eddie’s bed and takes his hand. He can do this. “Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?”

“Uh,” says Eddie, eyebrows doing something hilarious. “Steve?”

“It’s okay,” says Steve. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. This is the most they’ve ever touched, he thinks—the most that was just skin, no layers of denim or leather in between. Not even a layer of blood and dirt.

He swallows and keeps going, willing Eddie to develop freaky mind-reading powers all of a sudden. “I know you didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but I had to, baby. I’m sorry. I had to tell them you were, y’know, with me when…when Jason killed Chrissy.”

“You didn’t have to tell them about us,” says Eddie slowly. He’s giving Steve kind of an intense look. “Honey-pie. I’m sure there’s gotta be another way. One without as many consequences for you that you might not have thought all the way through.”

“There really isn’t,” Steve says. Thank god Eddie’s so quick on the uptake. Sure, he’s being a stubborn dick about it, but at least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let anything slip.

“Fucking hell,” sighs Eddie. “Don’t suppose we can put that pesky little cat back in the bag. Okay. Darling angel, light of my life, corndog of my soul, who else knows?”

Corndog of my soul, Steve mouths to himself. “Just the cops. And Robin and Nancy, obviously. And—oh, remember Hopper?”

“Do I remember Hopper, he asks. Oh, pudding-pop. The late Chief Hopper and I spent so, so much quality time together over the years; he was practically a father figure to me. And just as with my actual dear old dad, his departure was cause for great rejoicing in Casa Munson.”

“Sorry to break the bad news, then. Hop’s alive, and he—uh, he knows everything.” Steve tries to communicate the scope of everything by kind of tilting his head back and forth. “He’s been…helping.”

“Huh. No shit,” says Eddie. Steve can’t tell whether or not he’s getting it. To be fair, there’s a lot to get. “Okay, gallant knight errant of mine, any news on whether or not I’m getting sprung from this charmingly appointed dungeon?”

“We’re…Hopper’s working on it. That’s why I’m. Y’know. Here. To tell you that they know about us.”

“Cool, right, understood.” Eddie closes his eyes, leaning back on his pillow. It’s so strange to see him in nothing but a hospital gown against white sheets. He looks like a wrung-out dishtowel.

There’s a commotion from outside, raised voices saying something like you let him what and haven’t even interrogated the Munson kid yet and not a legal status you fuckin—

“Time’s up, sweetheart,” says Eddie, mouth quirking up into the ghost of a smile. “Anything else you wanna say before they decide to upgrade my security?”

“Uh,” says Steve. He’d mostly been focusing on getting the basics of Eddie’s alibi across in a convincing way, and he can’t remember if there were any other details Eddie should know.

He hears the door slam open behind him, and panics. “Love you, bye,” he says, and ducks in to brush a quick kiss across Eddie’s chapped lips. The last thing he sees as he’s hauled bodily out of the room by a pissed-off detective is Eddie with his eyes gone enormous and shocked, lifting his uncuffed hand to his mouth, looking and looking at Steve like something is always going to be different from now on, forever.

(ETA: small continuation here!)

#dashed off 90% of this a little while ago based on a post that I now cannot find; I’ve been traveling and finished it up on a train this AM #but yes this is literally the same general premise as bonitabreezy's I Like to See You in the Morning Light #pls go read that instead #I know I’ve lied about this before but I’m really not planning to continue this at all! it is just a silly little thing!#also IANAL but afaik IN decrim’d sodomy in ‘76; 15 to life was the max sentence in MI for first-time & repeat offenders respectively iirc #steddie

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princelancey · 4 months

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The day junior drivers learn that shitting on lance won't get them an F1 seat is the day I know peace, until then my list for 'shitty car manifesting' grows

#lance stroll #Anti Bianca Bustamante #Like seriously girl tf was that #And drugo ofc #He's a repeat offender 🙄

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theoihalioistuff · 2 days

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Ares is not the protector of women in greek mythology.

He is never presented as such in any source, there is no evidence such a role was ever assigned to him in any account, and as far as I'm aware this popular yet unattested assertion is born from the echo-chambers of tumblr. In fact quite the opposite could be argued. CW for sexual assault.

This baffling claim seems to originate from a sort of shallow examination of the way Ares "behaves in myth", and the following arguments are the most frequently presented:

1. Ares protects his daughter Alkippe from assault, and is therefore morally opposed to rape. (Apollodorus 3.180, Pausanias 1.21.4, Suidas "Areios pagos", attributed to Hellanikos)

Curiously this argument is never applied to, for example: Apollo for defending his mother Leto from Tytios, Herakles for defending Hera from Porphyrion (or his wife Deianeira from Nessos), or Zeus for defending his sister Demeter from Iasion (in the versions where he attacks her), among other examples. The multiple accounts of rape of the previously mentioned figures did not conflict with these stories in greek thought: they're defending family members or women otherwise close to them. This sort of behaviour is not uncommon, even in contemporary times, e.g. a warrior has no ethical problem killing men, but would not want his own family or loved ones to be killed. The same goes here for sexual assault.

2. There are no surviving accounts of Ares sexually assaulting anybody.

The idea that the ancient greeks pictured that, among all the gods, Ares was the only one who shied away from committing rape borders on ridiculous. In this case absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

The majority of surviving records of Ares' unions are presented in a genealogical manner, and do not go into details about the nature of said unions. This is by no means uncommon for most mythographers, where most sexual encounters are presented as such, and details of specifics are to be found elsewhere. However, common motifs that are found in other accounts of rape also appear in stories concerning Ares' relationships, e.g. tropes like shape-shifting/the use of disguises, the victim being a huntress, secrecy, and the disposal of the concieved child, are to be found in the stories of Phylonome and Astyoche respectively:

Φυλονόμη Νυκτίμου καὶ Ἀρκαδίας θυγάτηρ ἐκυνήγει σὺν τῇ Ἀρτέμιδι: Ἄρης δ᾽ ἐν σχήματι ποιμένος ἔγκυον ἐποίησεν. ἡ δὲ τεκοῦσα διδύμους παῖδας καὶ φοβουμένη τὸν πατέρα ἔρριψεν εἰς τὸν Ἐρύμανθο

"Phylonome, the daughter of Nyktimos and Arkadia, was wont to hunt with Artemis; but Ares, in the guise of a shepherd, got her with child. She gave birth to twin children and, fearing her father, cast them into the [River] Erymanthos." (Pseudo-Plutarch, Greek and Roman Parallel Stories, 36)

οἳ δ᾽ Ἀσπληδόνα ναῖον ἰδ᾽ Ὀρχομενὸν Μινύειον, τῶν ἦρχ᾽ Ἀσκάλαφος καὶ Ἰάλμενος υἷες Ἄρηος οὓς τέκεν Ἀστυόχη δόμῳ Ἄκτορος Ἀζεΐδαο, παρθένος αἰδοίη ὑπερώϊον εἰσαναβᾶσα Ἄρηϊ κρατερῷ: ὃ δέ οἱ παρελέξατο λάθρῃ: τοῖς δὲ τριήκοντα γλαφυραὶ νέες ἐστιχόωντο.

"And they that dwelt in Aspledon and Orchomenus of the Minyae were led by Ascalaphus and Ialmenus, sons of Ares, whom, in the palace of Actor, son of Azeus, Astyoche, the honoured maiden, conceived of mighty Ares, when she had entered into her upper chamber; for he lay with her in secret" (Homer, Iliad 2. 512 ff)

In neither of these cases is a verb explicitly denoting rape used, though it is heavily implied by the context. The focus of the action is on the conception of sons, the nature of the interaction is secondary.

Other examples are found among the daughters of the river Asopos, who where (and here there's no confusion) ravished and kidnapped by different gods to different parts of the greek world, where they found local lines through children borne to their abductors and serve as local eponyms. Surviving fragments from Corinna of Tanagra tell:

"Asopos went to his haunts . . from you halls . . into woe . . Of these [nine] daughters Zeus, giver of good things, took his [Asopos'] child Aigina . . from her father's [house] . . while Korkyra and Salamis and lovely Euboia were stolen by father Poseidon, and Leto's son is in possession of Sinope and Thespia . . [and Tanagra was seized by Hermes] . . But to Asopos no one was able to make the matter clear, until . . [the seer Akraiphen reveals to him] 'And of your daughters father Zeus, king of all, has three; and Poseidon, ruler of the sea, married three; and Phoibos [Apollon] is master of the beds of two of them, and of one Hermes, good son of Maia. For so did the pair Eros and the Kypris persuade them, that they should go in secret to your house and take your nine daughters." - heavily fragmented papyrus. Corinna, Fragment 654

"For your [Tanagra's] sake Hermes boxed against Ares." Corinna, Fragment 666

It seems that, similarly to the myths of Beroe or Marpessa, the abducted maiden is fought over by two competing "suitors", and though we can infer that the outcome of the story is that Hermes gets to keep Tanagra, apparently by beating Ares at boxing, we don't actually know what happened or how it happened. In any case, Ares does mate with another daughter of Asopos, Harpina, who bears him Oinomaos according to some versions (Paus. 5.22.6) (Stephanus of Byzantium, Ethnica, A125.3) (Diodorus Siculus, Library 4. 73. 1). There is little reason to suppose this encounter wasn't pictured as an abduction like the rest of her sisters.

The blatant statement that each of his affairs was envisioned as consensual is simply not true.

3. He was worshipped under the epithet Gynaicothoinas "feasted by women"

This was a local cult that existed in Tegea, the following reason is given:

There is also an image of Ares in the marketplace of Tegea. Carved in relief on a slab it is called Gynaecothoenas. At the time of the Laconian war, when Charillus king of Lacedaemon made the first invasion, the women armed themselves and lay in ambush under the hill they call today Phylactris. When the armies met and the men on either side were performing many remarkable exploits, the women, they say, came on the scene and put the Lacedaemonians to flight. Marpessa, surnamed Choera, surpassed, they say, the other women in daring, while Charillus himself was one of the Spartan prisoners. The story goes on to say that he was set free without ransom, swore to the Tegeans that the Lacedaemonians would never again attack Tegea, and then broke his oath; that the women offered to Ares a sacrifice of victory on their own account without the men, and gave to the men no share in the meat of the victim. For this reason Ares got his surname. (Paus. 8.48.4-5)

As emphasised by Georgoudi in To Act, Not Submit: Women’s Attitudes in Situations of War in Ancient Greece (part of the highly recommendable collection of essays Women and War in Antiquity), "it is not necessary to see the operation of an invitation in the bestowal of the epithet Γυναικοθοίνας on Ares". The epithet is ambiguous, and can be translated both as "Host of the banquet of women" or "[He who is] invited to the banquet of women". In any case no act of divine intervention occurs, and the main reason for the women's act of devotion lies principally in recognising their decisive role in the routing of the Lakedaimonians. They invite Ares to the banquet, the men are excluded.

Also this a local epithet that isn't found anywhere else in Greece. As such it would be worth reminding that not every Ares is Gynaicothoinas, in the same way not every Zeus is Aithiopian, not every Demeter Erinys, or not every Artemis of Ephesos.

4. He is the patron god of the Amazons

He was considered progenitor of the Amazons because of their proverbial warlike nature and love of battle, the same reason he was associated with another barbarian tribe, the Thracians. In this capacity he was also appointed as a suitable father/ancestor for other violent and savage characters who generally function as antagonists (e.g. Kyknos, Diomedes of Thrace, Tereos of Thrace, Oinomaos, Agrios and Oreios, Phlegyas, Lykos etc.). Also he was by no means the only god connected with the Amazons (they were especially linked to Artemis, see Religious Cults Associated With the Amazons by Florence Mary Bennett, if only for the bibliography).

Similarly Poseidon was considered patron and ancestor of the Phaiakians mainly because of their mastery over the art of seafaring, and was curiously also credited in genealogies as father to monsters and other disreputable figures.

On another note I have found no sources that claim he taught his amazon daughters how to fight, as I've seen often mentioned (though I admit I'd love to be proven wrong on that point).

Finally, the last reason Ares is never portrayed as a protector of women is because of his divine assignation itself:

The uncountable references to his love of bloodshed and man-slaying don't just stop short of the battlefield, but continue on to the conclusion and intended purpose of most waged wars in antiquity: the sacking of the city. The title Sacker of Cities as an epithet of Ares (though it is by no means exclusive to him) is encountered numerous times and in different variations (eg. τειχεσιπλήτης or πτολίπορθος), and the meaning behind the epithet is plain. Though it is hard to summarise without being reductionist, the sacking of a city entails the plundering of all its goods, the slaughtering of its men, and the sistematic raping and enslavement of the surviving women (for the most famous depictions see The Iliad, The Trojan Women or The Women of Trachis, to name a small few of the literary references). There is little need to emphasise that war as concieved of in ancient greece, especifically the aspects of war Ares is most often associated with, directly entail sexual violence against women as one of the main concerns. The multiple references to Ares being an unloved or disliked deity are because of this, because war is horrifying (not because his daddy is a big old meany who hates him for no reason, Zeus makes very clear the motive for his contempt in the Iliad (5. 889-891): "Do not sit beside me and whine, you double-faced liar. To me you are most hateful of all gods who hold Olympos. Forever quarreling is dear to your heart, wars and battles.")

Ares was only the protector of women inasmuch as he could be averted or repelled:

"There is no clash of brazen shields but our fight is with the war god, a war god ringed with the cries of men, a savage god who burns us; grant that he turn in racing course backward out of our country’s bounds, to the great palace of Amphitrite or where the waves of the thracian sea deny the stranger safe anchorage. Whatsoever escapes the night at last the light of day revisits; so smite him, Father Zeus, beneath your thunderbolt, for you are the lord of the lightning, the lightning that carries fire. (Oedipus Tyrannos, 190-202)

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All that being said, this is a post about Ares as attested and percieved in ancient sources, made especifically in response to condecending and self-victimising statements about how "uhmmm, actually, in greek mythology Ares was a super-feminist himbo who was worshipped as the protector of women and was hated by his family for no reason, you idiot". It is factually incorrect. HOWEVER, far be it from me to tell anyone how they have to interact with this deity. Be it your retellings, your headcannons or your own personal religious attachments and beliefs towards Ares, those are your own provinces and prerogatives, and not what was being discussed here at all (I personally love retellings where Ares and Aphrodite goof around, or art where he plays with his daughters, or headcannons that showcase his more noble sides, etc.)

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I've seen that other people on tumblr have made similar posts, the ones I've seen were by @deathlessathanasia and @en-theos . I have no idea how to link their posts, but they're really good so go check them out on their pages!

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bastardblvd · 8 months

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Does grimetown have a therapist? I think they need one

My vote is for aki, not cause he wants to be one but because people constantly find him to vent to and he has no choice but to listen

this is the real reason why the mcdonald’s drive through line is so long. everyone’s venting their frustrations to aki meanwhile he’s holding their bag of food like 😐 trying to interject every few seconds so he can collect payment. they usually forget they haven’t paid yet and drive off with the food.

the same thing happens to bank teller!nanami, he asked for an account number and someone’s talking about their ex-wife taking the kids in the divorce (slimeball divorce lawyer… gojo?)

#stepdaddy merc #hayakawasb1tch #repeat offenders #mcdonald’s manager!aki

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 10 months

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"URGE HABITUAL CRIMINALS BE GIVEN LIFE SENTENCES," Toronto Star. July 7, 1943. Page 34. --- Resolution Asking For Mandatory Term To Be Discussed by Police Chiefs --- A resolution asking mandatory life sentences for "habitual" criminals will be discussed today by the Chief Constables' association of Canada in convention at the Royal York hotel.

After delivering a paper in which he called the "repeater" criminal "the greatest menace to the war effort," Chief Constable Samuel Newhall of Peterboro presented the resolution. It urged that any man convicted twice within a five-year period for any major crime such as shopbreaking, safebreaking, armed robbery and picking pockets, be held in penitentiary for life; that no judge or magistrate be allowed to give bail to any repeater criminal until after the preliminary hearing and that no concurrent sentence be allowed a prisoner who commits a crime while he is out on bail.

The resolution, if acted upon, would be similar to the Baums law in U.S., upon which third offenders are given life sentences.

In his address Chief Newhall explained the mandatory life sentence would not be urged for those "of weak moral fibre who are carried away by sudden temptation."

Drop Stupid Methods "The punishment of crime falls short of what it should be," he declared. "We should shake free once and for all from the present stupid methods applied in the punishment of crime."

The war effort meant nothing to the habitual criminal who doesn't hesitate to steal victory bonds and won't work at any war work when he is released from penitentiary, Chief Newhall added.

"A stronger backbone is needed to reduce the cost of crime to this country," he declared. "When I see a prisoner getting a light sentence, I feel they are not getting British justice. I often wonder if judges and magistrates take into consideration what crime does to the victim.

"There is no need for any man today to be in crime to make a living. The habitual criminal seldom reforms. Whoever heard of a pick- pocket or safebreaker reforming: I never did."

Thirty Convictions Chief Constable D. C. Draper, of Toronto, said the convention should turn its complete attention to the resolution. He told of the recent release of a man with a record of 30 convictions. "Think of a man of this type being allowed to ply his trade in this country," he said. "This type won't work. Why should they prey on society?" He urged the convention to attempt "to put teeth into legislation to force the issue possibly through selective service."

George A. Shea, secretary of the association, said the remission branch at Ottawa was doing the best job possible under the circumstances. He urged that when chiefs of police learn what efforts are being made to have a convict paroled they should communicate their views.

#toronto #tough on crime #chief of police #chief constables' association of canada #reactionary reform #habitual criminals #repeat offenders #menace to society #failure of rehabilitation #reactionary politics #victims' rights #canada during world war 2 #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

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