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Mrs. Y., Prisoner 1037's mother, for my insensitive behavior the other night.
However, I also wanted to have a more relaxed dinner that night with the new-
comer to those deliberations, Christina Maslach.
Christina had recently gotten her Ph.D. in social psychology at Stanford and
was about to begin her career as an assistant professor at Berkeley, one of the first
women to be hired by its Psychology faculty in decades. She was a diamond in the
smooth—smart, serene, and self-contained. Hardworking and committed to a ca-
reer as a research psychologist and educator, Christina had worked with me ear-
lier as a teaching assistant and a valuable research collaborator as well as an
informal editor of several of my books.
I imagine that I would have been in love with her even if she had not been
stunningly beautiful. For a poor kid from the Bronx, this elegant "California Girl"
was a dream come true. However, I had to maintain a respectful distance so that
my recommendations for her employment would not be tainted by my personal
involvement. Now that she had gotten one of the best jobs in the country on her
own merits, we could pursue our relationship openly.
I had not told her much about this prison study because she and some other
colleagues and graduate students were scheduled to do a thorough evaluation of
the staff, prisoners, and guards the next day, Friday, about halfway through our
scheduled two weeks. I had the sense that she had not been pleased by what she
had seen and heard on the afternoon of the disciplinary deliberations. It was not
anything she had said that disturbed me, but her saying nothing at all. We would
discuss her reactions to Carlo and that scenario at our late dinner, as well as the
kind of information I hoped she could obtain from her interviews on Friday.
The Priest Follows Through on His Promise of Pastoral Aid
The priest, who knows that this is just a simulated prison, has already done his
part to add verisimilitude to this mock prison by his seriously intense role-playing
the other day. Now he is forced to follow through on his priestly promise to give aid
should anyone request his assistance. Sure enough, Father McDermott calls the
mother of Hubbie-7258 and tells Mrs. Whittlow that her son needs legal repre-
sentation if he wants to get out of the Stanford County Jail. Instead of just saying
that if her son really wants out so badly, she will just take him back home with her
when she sees him at the next Visitors' Night, Mrs. W. does what she is told. She
calls her nephew Tim, a lawyer in the public defender's office. He in turn calls me,
and we follow through on this script by agreeing to schedule his official lawyer's
visit for Friday morning as one more realistic element in this experience that is
growing ever more unreal. Our little drama, it would appear, is now being rewrit-
ten by Franz Kafka as a surreal supplement to
The Trial, or perhaps by Luigi Piran-
dello as an update of his
Il fu Mattia Pascal, or his better-known play
Six Characters
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