I’m old enough to remember actual chain gangs, working on the side of the road swinging sling blades. The prison camp a few miles from us had a hot box for unruly prisoners (just like in Cool Hand Luke). The irony is that the prison camp, in NW Fla, was located under beautiful oak trees next to a bay, it’s prime land now and my sister has a nice home only a few hundred yards from where the camp was located.
What’s your dirt doing in boss-man’s hole?
In most of Florida, I remember striped uniforms and one deputy with a shotgun.