The Prison Mental-Health Crisis, Viewed From the Inside

The Prison Mental-Health Crisis, Viewed From the Inside

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Several years ago, when I was editing politics coverage for The Atlantic’s website, a fellow at the magazine dropped an unusual envelope on my desk. He’d been sifting through submissions in the magazine’s slush pile and thought I might be interested. The envelope was hand-addressed and had a big red stamp on it reading “ATTICA CORREC FAC.”

Enclosed was an essay, typed in Courier font on an old-fashioned typewriter. Over 900 words, the writer recounted the murder that had landed him in New York state prison years earlier, and used his own experience to argue for tighter gun controls. It was a tight balancing act: Such an argument could easily seem self-absolving, as if he were blaming lax legislation for making him kill a man, but it didn’t do that, and the writer was clear-eyed and contrite about his choices. And the writing had an ineffable voice—if not yet fully formed, clearly polished and distinctive. Who was this guy? The name on the envelope was “John Lennon,” which was pretty tough to Google—especially because Mark David Chapman, the Beatle’s assassin, was also locked up at Attica. Eventually I tracked down the New York state prisoner database, and everything checked out.

You don’t have to take my word for the quality of the copy; although we exchanged a couple drafts—a painstakingly slow process over U.S. mail, especially for someone accustomed to editing in real time and immediate turnarounds—the final product that I published closely tracks Lennon’s original. He just didn’t need much editing.

Lennon’s strength as a writer was partly personal, someone grappling with his own worst experiences and actions in a serious way; and partly systemic, the product of educational programs offered behind bars. A former juvenile offender, he’d taken up the craft of writing seriously. It was one way to kill time, and he had plenty: He won’t be eligible for parole until 2029. A few months after I published the piece in August 2013, Nicholas Kristof of The New York Times wrote a column about him, and published a piece by Lennon on his blog. I was impressed by Lennon’s skill, but wondered what more he could do with it from behind bars.

I was guilty of a lack of imagination. Since his first piece, John J. Lennon has built up a career as a reporter and journalist behind bars. He’s now incarcerated at Sing Sing—a more desirable location, I’ve learned, both because of its proximity to New York City, with a view of the Hudson River, and because it doesn’t have the fraught history between guards and prisoners that Attica does—and has published work at The Guardian, Pacific Standard, and elsewhere, and is a contributing writer at The Marshall Project. There are many accomplished writers in prisons, including those who have become writers while incarcerated, but Lennon’s commitment to reporting, on top of writing about his personal experiences, makes his work especially unusual and valuable.

This month, he also has his first print feature published, in Esquire. The piece is on the glut of people with mental illnesses inside American prisons, which have largely come to replace institutions designed to help the mentally ill.

“Nearly four hundred thousand of 2.2 million prisoners nationwide have a psychiatric diagnosis,” Lennon writes. “Compare that with the thirty-eight thousand patients that the country’s state-run psych hospitals can accommodate. The math is as easy as it is shocking: Ten out of every eleven psychiatric patients housed by the government are behind bars.”

That’s straightforward enough—any decent reporter could write it—but Lennon puts the reader inside the yard in a way no outside journalist could. Interweaving his own story; that of his bipolar brother Eugene, who died of a drug overdose; and of Joe Cardo, an Attica prisoner with schizoaffective disorder, he conveys the struggles of the people known among inmates as “bugouts.” He mixes the jargon of the yard with clear explanation, and he writes with a poignant mix of empathy and humor, as in this vignette during a brawl:

Joe ended up next to me on the wall as we waited. We eventually saw a bright light approaching in the sky, bringing with it a familiar sound: A helicopter descended behind the outside wall of the cellblock. One of the fighters needed to be airlifted. Joe hung his head between his outstretched arms, his palms fanned out against the wall. He turned to me, tears welling in his eyes. “Oh, man,” he said. “This place is crazy.”

Even amid fitful efforts at criminal-justice reform, the United States has the largest incarcerated population in the world, both by total population and per capita. By any measure, it’s an undercovered public-policy question, and an undercovered segment of the population, but it’s also practically impossible for most reporters to deeply understand the prison world from the outside. Lennon, and imprisoned reporters like him, are an essential window for the rest of the country into what happens inside the walls and barbed-wire fences of the nation’s prisons.

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