Reform Is A Four-Letter Word
April, 1976
Nobody cared until marijuana and Vietnam came along. It was only when those righteous, middle-class sons of professors got their asses busted and found themselves guests of honor at a kangaroo court and pièces de résistance at a punk party; when they found themselves eating beans, sleeping on concrete and sneered at by parole boards; when they found out about hard labor, about hard time, about no bail and illegal searches; then, only then, did prison reform become the subject of sweet, skinny ch...
