He was mild-mannered and perfectly respectful when respected. On the other hand, De Luca’s bellicose “style” no doubt provoked him. Jason probably had said something stupid to him. this guy punked me out, he’s going back up to the unit. Without so much as glancing at me, De Luca said: “No, no, no, no. I decided to try to defuse the situation.
“I’m here for my class,” he said casually and proceeded to enter the room.
His head shook as though it were about detonate. Officer De Luca appeared behind him, arms swinging, according to his style. Just then, the front door swung open and one of the inmates, Jason, strode in, looking straight ahead and perturbed. On a Wednesday afternoon, I was standing in front of the circulation desk, waiting for the inmates to file into the classroom. The class met every Monday and Wednesday in the back-back room of the library. In this passage, Steinberg reflects on the power dynamics within the prison.Īfter the rousing success of my creative writing class for women in the tower, I decided to inaugurate my class for men. An excerpt from his Running the Books: The Adventures of an Accidental Prison Librarian appears below with permission. Avi Steinberg ’02 spent two years as the prison librarian at the Suffolk County House of Correction in Boston.
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