Chapter VICentral Mississippi Correctional Facility
October 10, 2011
“Carter! Clarice Carter! Visitation,” the officer announced. She stood in front of a stainless steel picnic table flipping through a count roster, a list of inmate's names, numbers, and bed assignments attached to a clipboard. Her blue uniform top labeled her as a CO 1, her thin ponytail and short fingernails labeled her as a black woman on a budget.
The CO smiled as Clarice approached, and Clarice reminded herself that the officer was usually a nice black woman on a budget, a person she should at least attempt to be cordial to. One of the few officers she'd met that wasn't a power-tripping retard. Unfortunately for the friendly COs like her, the situation that landed Clarice in that dump had made her, let's call it, `
