I’ll never forget one young convict whose mother came to see him. She worked all week, got on a bus in New York City at midnight, rode 5 hours to visit her kid. And instead of greeting his mother with “Hi Mom, thanks for coming...how are you doing?” It was “What did you bring me?”
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I hope that was her last visit.
It probably wasn't. She allowed herself to be used by her son, and she wasn't alone. Plenty of women came to see their boyfriends, and husbands. One time an inmate said to me after a visit, that he loved his wife so much, and thought the world of her. I said: "Obviously you didn't love her enough to stay out of prison." He just walked away.