tard?"
Sarge: "Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer."
Hellmann: "Well, let me hear you say it."
Sarge: "I'm sorry, sir. I will not say it."
Hellmann: "Why the hell won't you say it?"
Sarge: "Because I do not use any profane language."
Hellmann: "Well, why did you apply it to yourself? What are you?"
Sarge: "I am whatever you wish me to be, Mr. Correctional Officer."
Hellmann: "Well, if you say it, if you say that you are a bastard—you wanna
know something—then you just proved my point. That you was a bastard. You
say so. Then why don't you say it?"
Sarge: "I'm sorry, sir, I will not say it."
Hellmann senses that he has lost another challenge, and he reverts to the
divide-and-conquer tactic that has proven so effective before: "Now, boys, you
wanna get a good night's sleep tonight, don't you?"
They all say, "Yes, sir!"
Hellmann: "Well, I think we gonna wait a little bit, to let 2093 think about
just what a bastard he is. And then maybe he'll tell the rest of us that he thinks so."
(This is an unexpected power struggle between the most controlling, power-
hungry guard and the prisoner who until now has been a totally obedient pris-
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oner, so much so that he is ridiculed as "Sarge," whom most prisoners and guards
dislike as they all have considered him to be nothing more than a military robot.
He is proving that he has another admirable facet to his character; he is a man of
principle.)
Sarge: "I think you are perfectly accurate in your condemnation of me, Mr.
Correctional Officer."
Hellmann: "Oh, I know that."
Sarge: "But, I cannot say the word, Mr. Correctional Officer."
Hellmann: "Say what?"
Sarge: "I shall not say, with any meaning, the word 'bastard.' "
Bells, whistles, cannons, parade music sounds.
Burdan shouts out with unbridled joy: "He said it!"
Hellmann: "Well, glory be! Yes, indeed! Did he say that, 5704?"
5704: "Yes, he did, Mr. Correctional Officer."
Hellmann: "I believe we've got a winner."
Burdan: "These boys might even get to bed tonight, who knows?"
Not content to have won a partial victory, Hellmann has to demonstrate the
arbitrary power he commands. "Just for swearing, 2093, you get down on the
floor and do ten push-ups."
Sarge: "Thank you, Mr. Correctional Officer," he says as he executes perfect
push-up form, despite his obvious exhaustion.
Burdan, upset that Sarge can still perform so well, derides even perfect push-
ups: "2093, where do you think you are? Boot camp?"
Now laid-back Geoff Landry chimes in from the chair he has been lounging
in for the past hour: "Do ten more." For the spectators he adds, "Do the rest of you
think those are good push-ups?"
They answer, "Yes, they are." Big Landry shows an odd display of authority,
perhaps to assure himself that he still has some in the eyes of the prisoners.
"Well you're wrong. 2093, do five more."
Sarge's account of this confrontation is framed in a curiously impersonal
style:
The guard ordered me to call another prisoner a 'bastard,' and call myself
the same. The former I would never do, the latter of which would produce
a logical paradox denying the validity of the former. He began as he always
does before "punishments," alluding to the hint in his vocal intonation
that the others would be punished for my actions. In order to avoid their
punishment and avoid obeying that command, I produced a reaction that
would solve both by saying, "I will not use the word bastard in any mean-
ingful way"—giving both he and myself a way out.
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Sarge is emerging as a man of considerable principle, not the blindly obedient
toady he initially seemed to be. Later, he tells us something interesting about the
mind-set he adopted as a prisoner in this setting:
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When I entered the prison I determined to be myself as closely as I know
myself. My philosophy of prison was not to cause or add to the deteriora-
tion of character on the part of fellow prisoners or myself, and to avoid
causing anyone punishments because of my actions.
THE POWER OF SAUSAGE SYMBOLISM
Why have those two shriveled, filthy sausages become so important? For 416, the
sausages represent challenging an evil system by doing something that he can
control and cannot be forced to do otherwise. In so doing, he foils the guards'
dominance. For the guards, 416's refusal to eat the sausages represents a major
violation of the rule that prisoners must eat at mealtimes and only at mealtimes.
That rule was instituted so that prisoners would not be asking for or getting food
at any time other than the three scheduled mealtimes. However, this rule has now
been extended to cover the guards' power to force prisoners to eat food whenever
it is served. Refusal to eat has become an act of disobedience that they will not tol-
erate, because such refusal could trigger further challenges to their authority
from the others, who until now had traded rebellion for docility.
For the other prisoners, 416's refusal to knuckle under should have been
seen as a heroic gesture. It might have rallied them around him to take a collective
stand against their continuing and escalating abusive treatment by the guards.
The strategic problem is that 416 did not first share his plan with the others to get
them on his side by understanding the significance of his dissent. His decision
to go on a hunger strike was private and thus did not engage his peers. Sensing
416's tenuous social position in the jail as the new guy who has not suffered as
much as the others, the guards intuitively set about framing him into a "trouble-
maker" whose obstinance will only result in punishment or loss of privileges for
them. They also characterize his hunger strike as a selfish act because he does not
care that it can curtail prisoner-visiting privileges. However, the prisoners should
see that it is the guards who are establishing this arbitrary illogicality between his
eating sausages and their getting visitors.
Having dismissed Sarge's opposition, Hellmann turns back to his skinny
nemesis, Prisoner 416. He orders him out of solitary to do fifteen push-ups, "Just
for me, and real quick."
416 gets down on the floor and begins to do push-ups. However, he is so weak
and so disoriented that they are hardly push-ups. He is mostly just raising his
butt.
Hellmann can't believe what he is seeing. "What is he doing?" he shouts in
an incredulous voice.
"Pushing his ass around," says Burdan.
Landry awakening from his dormant state adds, "We told him to do push-
ups."
Hellmann is screaming: "Are those push-ups, 5486?"
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