![]() By 5:00 a.m.-breakfast-their whirring had faded to a distant annoyance, drowned out by the mess hall chatter.Īfter breakfast-half a pint of milk for coffee, one egg, two cold biscuits, and a slop of gray oatmeal-the women trudged back to the dorms for another count, and then it was on to their work assignments, where they’d fold laundry, mop floors, or, if they were lucky, take a spin in the woodshop or beauty school. The fluorescent lights winked on at 4:00 a.m., their electric hum a gentle backdrop to daily head count and the single-line shuffle to the showers. ![]() Nancy Willeford, to her dwindling number of friends-January 30, 1989, began like every other day inside the Texas Department of Corrections prison system. Read an excerpt below.įor inmate 203981-a.k.a. In Killer Looks (Prometheus Books), author Zara Stone explores how the emergence of plastic surgery in prisons underscores society’s obsession with beauty. From the 1920s to the mid-1990s, nearly half a million prisoners across America, Canada, and the U.K chose to go under the knife-and their bill was paid for by the government. ![]()
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