From the Grand Rapids News, “State’s highest court refuses appeal from Catholic school tutor who had sex with teen,” Oct. 4, 2017:
The State’s highest court will not hear an appeal from Abigail Simon…James Benson, senior attorney in the Kent County prosecutor’s office appeals division, said Simon’s options now are limited with a low chance of success. These include asking the U.S. Supreme Court to look at her case, trying to file a writ of habeas corpus in federal court, or filing a motion for relief from judgement.
Such “chances of success” are so “low” that one can say that she has no “chance of success.” So she’ll be enslaved for almost 5-more years at Huron Valley Correctional Facility, at least, followed by a lifetime of electronic parole-monitoring with an ankle-tether/”bracele” she can never remove and public sex-offender registration. It would be fascinating if the U.S. Supreme Court were to rule on the constitutionality of lifetime electronic monitoring and public sex offender registration for a woman who is no “threat to society” or to anyone nor even a “danger” to re-offend by having sex with another biological man under statutory age. But I’m sure that will never happen.
Given the misery and monotony, hour after hour day after day week after week month after month year after year, for well over three years, all the nights with little or no sleep lying in bed and staring into darkness, days and nights that feel like they will never end, and then more and more such days and nights, it probably feels like she’s been enslaved for almost a decade or longer already -and now, given the SC decision, her last chance, she’ll be enslaved for almost 5-more years, at least, which will feel more like 20-25 years. Then imagine her anxiety, the excruciating psychic torture, as she enters her 8th year of enslavement, anxiety and fear that will intensify, unbearably, as her “day of reckoning” grows increasingly near, with no certainty that she’ll be paroled -and, if not, I assume she’ll be enslaved for at least another 2 years and possibly 4 or even 6 years.
I’m sure she’s had thoughts of suicide since the day or night she was arrested at her home or perhaps at school, handcuffed, roughly escorted to and stuffed into the back seat of a police cruiser, and then driven to the jail where she was stripped-searched, her vagina and rectum violated with hands in rubber gloves in the search for “contraband,” dressed in a unisex denim Jumpsuit, a cheap bra, cheap panties (or men’s underwear?), socks that have been washed hundreds of times, and Walmart-like canvas slip-ons, and thrown in a cell with one or two other women because of overcrowding, or perhaps a dormitory with who knows how many women sleeping in bunk beds, where she sat or lay, crying most or some of the time, terrified, crestfallen, mortified, perhaps hyperventilating, claustrophobic, beset with panic attacks, until she was released on bail the next day or whenever.
But her thoughts of suicide and moments of despair were allayed by hope that she would be released after two or three years in prison. Now all hope is gone and I’m sure her thoughts of suicide have intensified. But you can’t commit suicide if you have no privacy. Perhaps she’ll go insane and end up in the mental ward.
8-years, at least, with no privacy or freedom: the freedom to do what one wants to do, legally, when one wants to do it, after work and on the weekends; the freedom to eat what you want and when and where; to sleep as late as you want on the weekends, to go to bed when you want to or take a nap if tired on the weekends; to use a computer and listen to music and read articles and watch videos and so forth on the internet; to date and have sex and perhaps marry and have children; to shop at a mall or downtown; to attend concerts, plays, sporting events; to see a movie, go to the beach, take a walk at night or in the morning or afternoon, sit in a park, alone or with friends, family, a date or lover; to go to a bar or club or party and have a few cocktails, glasses of wine, or beers while talking to friends and patrons and/or listening to music; to drive a car or take a bus or plane; to travel within the state or country or to Europe or wherever.
Even the most trivial and innocuous actualities of prison life exacerbate the overall misery and monotony, especially for a woman like Abigail who doesn’t belong in prison. Imagine living for 8-years, at least, without enjoying a delicious meal.; 8-years, at least, without the freedom to buy the food you want to eat and to enjoy meals in the privacy of your house or apartment, or to dine with family and friends at homes or in restaurants; 8-years, at least, without the freedom to visit a restaurant, fast or slow, and order and savor a good and tasty meal in a usually clean and pleasant milieu.
Prison is Sartre’s “the hell that is other people” in extremis. Generally, female inmates of all races are not nearly as awful as men. But I’m sure most of them are bad enough, among the worst women in all of Michigan, especially the blacks. I assume that roughly half or close to half of the 2000-plus inmates are low-IQ, white-hating, mostly violent blacks, 85-90% of them from inner-city Detroit. I’m sure that most of them are recidivists convicted of violent felonies. And I’m sure that many if not most of them would love to assault and murder a woman like Abigail, who is not only white but also, unlike me and nearly all of the other white prisoners, an avatar of “white privilege.” Talk about hell.
And thanks to the mass-media, she’s the most infamous, and probably the most hated, of all 2000-plus inmates. Hopefully the guards will protect her. But thanks to the media, I’m sure most of them also hate or dislike her, and that few if any are sympathetic.
All of this is so insane and absurd that it would be risible if not for the suffering, hellish and harrowing and heartrending, as pointless as it’s profound, not only Abigail’s, by far most hellishly, but also that of her “loved ones,” family and friends, whose grief and anguish is profound and excruciating, even more so now, knowing that she won’t be “freed” after “only” 3 or 4 years in prison, and will be enslaved for at least 8-years and perhaps longer, and then subjected to a lifetime of draconian/Orwellian persecution, humiliating and punitive restrictions on her freedoms and intrusions into her private life for 30 or 40 or 50 years or longer that aren’t necessary to protect anyone from anything. Not a single person in Michigan will be any safer and not one serious crime will be prevented or deterred.
I’m infuriated and depressed whenever I think of her in prison and I don’t even know her, can’t even write to her and ask her questions and, hopefully, receive answers and correspond, given prison regulations, and possibly wouldn’t like her even if I did know her. Then imagine the feelings and thoughts and emotions of her family and friends. Imagine having a highly intelligent, educated, sensitive, gentle, vulnerable, perhaps (at least mildly) neurotic daughter, sister, friend, a woman they love, a daughter and sister and friend who has never committed a violent or other malum in se crime in her life and never will but is enslaved in a zoo like an animal for a nonviolent and victimless and malum prohibitum “crime.” Imagine their depression, their fears for her safety, and hopefully their rage, when they think of her life in prison. Imagine how depressing it must be to visit her in prison for an hour or so, perhaps only once a month and surely no more than once a week. and under what conditions? Are they allowed to speak and cry in private and hug and kiss as they say good-by.