Behind the Lines
Tough Love Story
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And yet the TYC’s methods for changing behavior are not mean-spirited. Tear away its stern trappings and what you find is an agency that regards almost all of its young crooks as salvageable—an attitude as manifestly optimistic as the adult prison system’s mind-set is pervasively cynical. Undeterred by a public that would just as soon see its juvenile offenders busting rocks, Steve Robinson’s TYC has heroically set out to make good kids out of bad.
I arrived at the TYC’s boot camp in Sheffield expecting to see kids being hollered at, humiliated, and roughed up by sadistic Marines. “What good would that do?” Chip Harrison, the boot camp’s commandant, said with a laugh when I brought up the matter. “These kids have been hollered at all their lives. They’ve had semiautomatics shoved in their faces. They’ve been stabbed. You think a little yelling is gonna change them?” What the kids needed, Harrison told me as we watched a platoon perform a series of elaborate marching drills, was strict discipline but also positive motivation. “These kids are used to failing,” he said. “Here, we don’t let them fail. We stay on them until they get it right. They’re not going anywhere until they do.”
By way of illustration, Harrison introduced me to a poorly schooled kid who had arrived in Sheffield so messed up from “huffing” (inhaling aerosols and gasoline fumes) that he could barely write his name—but who, through intensive tutoring, moved up two grade levels in a year. He introduced me to a boy whose hostile streak seemed to melt away after he lost forty pounds of blubber running the boot camp’s obstacle course. He introduced me to a seventeen-year-old ex-thug who had become a gunman for the Crips at age eight but now was working on a general equivalency diploma (GED) and had earned Harrison’s praise as “a true star of this program.”
Saving the best for last, Harrison pointed to a tall black kid slouching sullenly at his desk in a classroom. “That one has got an attitude out of this world,” the commandant told me. “His dad is in prison, his mom is on drugs, and he thinks he’s a victim. He’s the most violent kid we’ve got—he just got here for aggravated assault, and already he has attacked three kids. He wants out bad. But,” Harrison added with a broad grin, “we’ve got plans for him. He’s why we get paid. He has actually got great leadership potential. I think he’s going to be one of our best.”
I saw unlikely reclamation projects all over the state. Many of them were kids who showed up at Marlin not knowing how to brush their teeth or comb their hair, much less say “yes, sir” or “I’m sorry.” Now they made their beds to military specifications, folded their clothes, yes-sirred visitors to death, and freely accounted for their criminal conduct in 45-minute monologues called lay-outs. Kids who had been thrown out of every school in the state were now acquiring their GEDs and designing their résumés on computers. For what it’s worth, I also saw kids whom TYC officials deem incorrigible—including a murderer named Edwin, who has stabbed caseworkers with the screws from his cell lamp and scrawled death threats on his cell walls with his own feces. “He can’t be fixed,” a TYC official said of Edwin, by way of also acknowledging that Robinson’s staffers aren’t miracle workers, that some crooks are born and not made.
But two questions are begged: Once made, can a young criminal be unmade? And even if he can be rehabilitated, does he deserve a second chance? The first matter, of course, has long preoccupied criminologists. Historically, 57 percent of the TYC’s former residents are rearrested for a new offense within a year of release. That statistic was calculated before Steve Robinson began toughening up the TYC, but even Robinson concedes that it’s not enough to lock up delinquents for a few years and then return them to the environment that shaped their criminal behavior. “The best solution is preemptive,” says Dinah Dinwiddie, the executive manager of Justice and Public Safety in Travis County. “So much literature indicates that you can identify the troubled kids in their very early years. That’s why it makes sense to put prevention services like pre-natal care, education, and school intervention programs in targeted neighborhoods—or, in some situations, to remove kids early from an adverse environment.”
Still, for those offenders who inevitably fall to the TYC’s care, Robinson’s correctional approach is sensible. The results I witnessed aren’t empirical and don’t come with a permanent guarantee, but they’re persuasive. That said, we come to the second question: Do these kids deserve our expensive efforts to rehabilitate them? I know many decent, reasonable people who think that it’s time we quit regarding juvenile offenders as children and instead view them as proven menaces to society. Elected officials are listening. Recently, Republican congressmen have made noise about repealing the federal mandates that prevent states from confining juveniles and adults in the same facilities. And as of this year, Texas courts can now send fourteen-year-olds to TDCJ prisons. The new state law that makes this possible is worded to apply only to capital and first-degree felony offenses, but words can always be changed. So can numbers: As recently as 1917, the state could imprison nine-year-olds for life.
I don’t think 1917 is where we want to be, however. Every civilized society draws sharp distinctions between children and adults and passes law after law (most recently, curfew ordinances) protecting the former’s frailties from the latter’s corrupting influences. The recent wave of violent juvenile crime is only further proof that children are what we make them. The overwhelming majority of today’s juvenile delinquents are Hispanic or black children raised in low-income inner-city homes by single working parents. Left to fend for themselves, they gravitate to the streets, where they find gangs, drugs, and guns.
Of course, no one forces these kids to become criminals. No one forces them to do anything—that’s the problem. We should have gotten to these kids much sooner. At least we’re getting to them now.
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