Nicholas Kristof's Help Thy Neighbor

California devotes $179,400 to keep a juvenile in detention for a year, and spends less than $10,000 per student in its schools.

This statistic lands smack dab in the middle of Nicholas Kristof's latest Sunday column. He elaborates on yet another story of "justice run amok" by sharing the tale of Edward Young, a 43 year old man once convicted of several burglaries as a younger adult. Since his days of pilferage, Young has married, raised four children, and taken a job working six days a week. 

Kristof describes the tragedy:  

Then a neighbor died, and his widow, Neva Mumpower, asked Young to help sell her husband’s belongings. He later found, mixed in among them, seven shotgun shells, and he put them aside so that his children wouldn’t find them.

“He was trying to help me out,” Mumpower told me. “My husband was a pack rat, and I was trying to clear things out.”

Then Young became a suspect in burglaries at storage facilities and vehicles in the area, and the police searched his home and found the forgotten shotgun shells as well as some stolen goods. The United States attorney in Chattanooga prosecuted Young under a federal law that bars ex-felons from possessing guns or ammunition. In this case, under the Armed Career Criminal Act, that meant a 15-year minimum sentence.

...We also have a serious problem with the irresponsibility of mass incarceration. When almost 1 percent of Americans are imprisoned (and a far higher percentage of men of color in low-income neighborhoods), our criminal justice system becomes a cause of family breakdown and contributes to the delinquency of a generation of children. And mass incarceration interacts with other government policies, such as the way the drug war is implemented, to have a disproportionate effect on African-Americans. Black men use marijuana at roughly the same rate as white men but are more than three times as likely to be arrested over it.

 

Interesting note to ask ourselves what exactly we are paying for with that $179,400 price tag.  

A Thank You Experiment

In last week's New Yorker Patricia Marx (no relation, I think...) articulates the problem of remembering to remember as a lack of prospective memory. One technique Marx stumbles upon in her research is to "link the item that's threating to vaporize in your mind with another that's more rooted in your consciousness." 

That is to say, put your house keys in the refrigerator next to your corned-beef sandwich (and then remember which to eat). 

For this very same reason, I've kept a box of thank you cards next to my bed for the past two and a half months. Earlier this year I had discovered that extending my appreciation to those in my life was a habit I wanted to build into my life. 

Of course, saying "thank you" is one of the first things we're taught as young 'uns, along with the rule of never putting your elbows on the table. Maybe its the fleeting nature of verbal gratitude or the immediate convenience of email, but showing one's appreciation through the archaic medium of pen and paper seems to land a bit more intentional for the the recipient. As for the writer's benefit, well, it can't hurt to take two minutes at the end of a day to consider those around you. 

And if you do end up trying out this experiment, I highly recommend Blue Barnhouse's Tom Hanks cards:

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