This story was related by prisoners who know and understand the set-up process. They were inmates who, at one
relate events of the set-up process implemented by one of their cohorts, citing the procedural as typical. The
consistency between his behavior in the situation and expected manipulative pattern.
The prison jargon term “duck” refers to an institution employee who can be manipulated or easily fooled.
Cracking the Shell Takes Time and Effort
You have to go about developing a duck in a manner that creates very little suspicion. A man would be a fool to
and effort. The dudes who get caught are the ones who get over-anxious and move too fast. The first thing you
lot about them. Things they laugh or smile at; what makes them sad or angry; their likes and dislikes; this is all
point where they’ll do just about anything you say. The last duck I developed was natural. Naïve, shy, friendly as
They gotta say, “Be friendly, be nice,” but they don’t know how to tell them when they’re going overboard. So I’m
me pencils and paper in excess of what he was supposed to give. Here’s how I developed him.
Developing the Duck
I watched this cop for a long time. He had all the traits. He was uneasy around his boss, pushed the nice guy bit so
couldn’t put across his orders with any kind of firmness, and the cons were givin’ him a rough row to hoe. When
push him a little to see how far he’d let things go. They talked about how bad other cops treated them and how
“bulls” do that supported their reason for disliking cops. While the talk was going on, some of the guys broke rules
violations. The officer said nothing. Each time he started to leave and tell some guy to knock it off they’d praise the
we build on the nice guy image. He didn’t look like a cop--sloppy dresser, half done jobs, and he’d come unglued
“downer” conversation telling the cons how no one understood him. They’d agree, and build his ego. They got him
job so he wouldn’t pass inspection. The sergeant gave him hell. When the sarg left, I went over to the guy and
in this joint, you’re the only one the cons trust. Remember, we told you where to find the convict home brew. He
you look good from now on.” My duck kept raving on how that sergeant has been on his back; that he just can’t
inspection, but you’ll get a commendation for the cleanest wing in the joint. I ain’t gonna let no crummy sergeants
had the habit of leaving his lunch box open or his cigarettes laying on his desk so I began helping myself. I didn’t
to give only one pencil, usually used, and only a couple of sheets of paper. With a long explanation and unsteady
I thought you knew I liked to relax and write after working at my regular job, then cleaning this unit for you. I only
doing constructive things. Oh, well, it ain’t no big thing.” I tried to let my expression say my feelings were hurt, I
room. Shortly Pete was at my cell door. He made sure no one was looking then slid a dozen new pencils and three
help convicts stay out of trouble.” I worked extra hard that next week winning Pete praise from the sergeant who
developing him properly.
Several months had passed now and we had become good friends. I sought personal, financial, and marital
hunting. Now you gotta be careful with this too. If you have too much in common, that’s not good, so you let him
let him convince me there was a God. You gotta remember when developing a duck that you’re always the
help; that he’s making you a better person; and that you wanta be like him. I had this joker bringing me candy,
that ‘cause he could get in trouble and then I would hint around for something else I needed. Pretty soon he’d
serious with this guy.
One day a fight broke out in the wing and my duck tried to stop it. He wound up facing a couple of cons with knives
while and finally rushed in, got between the cop and the cons and talked them out of hurting him. I never saw a
stick together; that no one should expect favors for doing what was right. That night I used Pete’s own cigarettes to
an accident. The con was a friend of mine so I asked my duck to tell the guy. He couldn’t do it because he gets too
learn something about the dude. The fight told me fear and friendship could get me what I wanted from this cop,
duck a sympathy card signed by most of the cons in the unit and told him they had taken up a collection for the con’
different. This would do a lot of good. “There ought to be some rules we can break,” I said. “Most of us convicts
doesn’t seem right!” The cop was concerned over the amount of money with the card and that he might get
some dumb things that could get him into trouble--to do so in a way that showed we were still good friends but that
me. I immediately got nice again. I said, “Ah, come on, it would do us a lot of good to give for once in our lives,
penalty for taking a letter out with money in it ain’t no greater than the ones you’ve already taken out. Don’t get
the sergeant that’s always on your back.” He was beginning to feel the pressure. The confusion on his face was
kids starve just ’cause their old man is in the joint. Those kids ain’t done no wrong. There ain’t a con in this place
were different. You don’t have to worry, we took care of those people who might have snitched to the sarg. No
kids…” I walked away and left him to think about what I had just said.
I had been my old friendly self for a few days so my duck could become comfortable over taking the letter and
package to his house. The package would contain nothing but prayer beads for the grieving inmate. “Don’t open
for that money.” He agreed. When the package came, I told the cop I’d show him the contents later and he said
was over the barrel. I had him right where I wanted him. But I still had to develop him more deeper. I knew he was
The cop appreciated the extra money and said nothing. Because I let him know I was responsible for the little
had. Sometime back his real friends began telling the guy he was being too friendly with convicts. I couldn’t let
like to go with winners, not losers. This guy was a loser so left him alone. He had to talk to someone, and I was the
carefully if you want it to pay off. Now the guy was ready for the big one. He had to do anything I said or I tossed
Turning the Duck into a Golden Goose
I had done a lot of time in my life and was tired of prison. I wanted to get out. I’d been thinking about this for a long
to the side and said, “You don’t know it yet, but I’m going on parole, and you’re going to help me get there!” My
kidding. With all the hatred I could muster I shouted, “Look you stupid S.O.B., you ain’t got no choice! Every
as evidence against you, and you’ve been accepting money from the state under false pretenses. Now you bring
moment. Then I handed him a letter from the people who had received the money in the letter he had taken out. It
bastard,” I continued, “you bring a shirt tomorrow, trousers the next day and so on until I have the complete
neatly placed it in the bottom of the foot locker. Then I told this dumb cop to call me off my job when ever the
were on hand when my room was being searched, I could talk the searcher out of going to far into my locker.
Some cops do their job and look at everything in the room, but most of them don’t like searching and can easily be
searcher. One of the first things convicts learn when they first come to a joint is how to beat the search team. Like,
discovered. The dude searching will usually abandon the search when he finds the piece you salted, and he leaves
hand there is that occasional sharp cop who can’t be fooled. When this happens, you’re in trouble. So the way you
your bedding, etc. If the complaints keep coming about the guy, joint big shots take the attitude that “where there’
he’s doing a better job that anyone else.
One morning my duck called and said the search team was going to be in his unit. I rushed and stood nonchalantly
room he failed to search. I even complimented him on his thoroughness. When he came to the foot locker I said,
gets tired just looking at the job. They’ll usually just give the box a once over lightly and quit. I pointed to a master
list might make the job more bearable; that it was packed military style; and it took me hours to do it. “But you got
on.” The dude was impressed by my politeness and complimentary attitude and he was convincing himself that a
foot locker to place them on the bed--if he didn’t mind; and that he could glance at the list to see how orderly I
consistently found things in order, he’d feel he’s wasting his time; and the old buddy association I was developing
search.
It happened just as I thought.. He removed the top row of clothing and about half of the next, then said, “O.K., you’
in action soon. Tomorrow morning, I thought, was as good a time as any.
My duck comes on duty at 7:45 a.m. At 8:00 a.m. the night shift goes home, and at the same time there is a major
room, slip into the broom closet, get into the uniform then melt into the crowd unnoticed. I would go to the exit
of officers waiting to go home. The procedure for releasing officers from the security area at the joint is done like
between two locked steel doors). When he’s satisfied he’s only releasing staff, he pushes a button which opens the
opened, an officer looks at everyone to assure the sergeant made no mistakes. Once the second door is opened
When everyone passes through the administration building, there is a final sallyport where a tower man and a
the doors were nightshift people and I had suspected that because they were tired and sleepy, they released
morning I would find out how correct my suspicions were.
The night passed slowly. I had a difficult time sleeping, so I spent most of the night going over and over every
out. I grabbed the uniform and rushed to the broom closet. The uniform fit like a glove! It’s funny how clothes can
thought of my stupid duck and decided I was better of as a hood.
During morning work release, the day shift officers stand in the center of the corridor as inmates pass up and
control room and they are usually looking into the units being released; their faces are away from the corridor
officers’ stations, I took my duck’s lunch box for realism. He started to object and I said, “Don’t say it, you dummy,
mirror identifying people. Then suddenly the bolt snapped and the electric door opened. Everyone stepped into
face. The officer looked everyone over from a small unbreakable window, and he was being careful. I thought it
momentary distraction, he opened the second door.
When I was crossing the patio to the administration building, an officer coming on duty stopped me and asked me
alone, and alone, an unfamiliar officer was certain to be challenged. I searched my pockets quickly and said,
officer was flirting with a little blond secretary and just let everyone pass because they were all uniform personnel.
entrance building--main gate as it was called--would identify the people leaving. If he recognized everyone, he
before the gate to freedom can be opened.
As the group approached this final sallyport my heart was in my throat. I began to think for the first time there was
gate. I kept my head low without being obvious about it. The tower man was scanning faces. Then he shouted,
like I was trying to keep the sum from blinding me and looked up, slightly waving my hand at him to indicate I
large group of officers standing in the main gate sergeants’ station ready to be admitted after the night crew were
The gate sergeant’s eyes were scanning the group. I was trying to be inconspicuous by looking slightly away from
shouted, “You, the officer with his back to me, come over here. I approached the window he was looking through
and had about decided to suddenly hit the fence even though I knew the tower man would shoot at me. I was mad
new officers out here.” Thinking quickly, I replied in an apologetic voice, “I’m sorry sarg. But I thought the training
growled in a tone indicating he was irritated with me. He opened the gate, and as I entered the gate house, he
time to run to my car before the training officer gets here? I forgot my I.D. card.” The sergeant looked disgusted.
dropped to my knees behind a car and crawled on my stomach and slid under the barbed wire fence to the safety
shoulder. No one was in it so I assumed the driver had run out of gas. I decided to stand in front of the car and
had experienced car troubles. It worked! I had been standing about two minutes when this car pulled over. The
What was worse I recognized him as one of the wing officers at the joint I had just left. I was caught. “Get in.” he
t let me. “Where to?” he asked with a half smile. “The first town you come to so I can get some gas,” I managed to
run me back to the car. He asked if I was a new employee at the joint and I was glad to confess I was. Then I said,
you know, you sure remind me of someone I’ve met before!” “Really? Well…no! I’m sure we’ve never met,” I
was miles away from that prison. I was hungry and tired so I decided to rob a store near the outskirts of the
Never mind how I got the gun. I was eventually apprehended, convicted and returned. I hated that stupid cop I
the thing which led to my apprehension and new conviction. Eventually I had to testify at his trial. Of course I
“Anything else you folks would like to know?” I asked my interviewers.
“Only one thing. Now that you are back in prison, are you trying to acquire, or have you acquired another duck?”
I leaned back on my chair, fixed my eyes on the petitioner as I thought about the question, took a stick of chewing
door, smiled, and said, “They don’t sell gum in these joints…later, man!”
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    Fear the Drowning Deep

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    Jul 26, 2017 Get this from a library! Fear the drowning deep. Sarah Glenn Marsh - In 1913, when a series of murders and disappearances occur in a small town on the Isle of Man, sixteen-year-old Bridey must conquer her fear of the water and stand against the monsters of the deep. Download PDF An Exorcist Possessed: A Relentless Supernatural Thriller (EDWARD KING Book 3) Free Download PDF Animal Behavior for Shelter Veterinarians and Staff eBook Download PDF Brothers & Sisters: A gripping psychological thriller that will have you hooked Book.

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    It seemed so promising! Set on the Isle of Man at the very beginning of the 20th century, it could have explored a fairly unique place and time for YA novels. Unfortunately, Fear the Drowning Deep is just really silly.

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    Sixteen-year-old Bridey spends the entire book careening between crises, making very little distinction between being teased by her sisters, forced to get a job by her parents, and witnessing the disappearances of various friends and neighbors. Her most consistent character trait is that she hates and fears the ocean, which is more than a little inconvenient on a small island where fishing is the main economy.* Of course everything comes back to that, and she must face her fears to save the day.

    It became such a hodgepodge of fantasy elements and mundane details that I couldn’t get a good sense of whether the fantasy was rooted in actual myths from the time and place, and the book did not inspire me to do any additional research. Adding to the disconnect was the mundane details were often given far more drama than the fantastical—a sea serpent must just be dealt with, , but a nosy and judgmental neighbor can warp your entire life, apparently.

    *This lead to an extra level of unbelievability for me, which was not the author’s fault. I just love the ocean so much that I can’t even conceive anyone feeling otherwise. If I could live where I could see and smell the ocean all the time, I would be in heaven!

    Twisted: The Girl Who Uncovered Rumpelstiltskin’s Name

    By Bonnie M Hennessy

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    Twisted, on the other hand, is not silly or mediocre — it is confusingly both very good and very bad, so I was never sure if I was enjoying it or not (up until the big climax, when I was most certainly not). It is a retelling of the Rumpelstiltskin story, which is a big part of the problem, since that story is awful. The central woman in the original story has almost no personal agency, and is tossed from man to man: her father to the king, to Rumpelstiltskin, and then back to the king, who becomes her husband.

    By trying to flesh out the story and give more depth to each character, the author took on a really challenging task, but unfortunately it just highlights how awful all of the men are and how terribly they treat the heroine. Early on I told Rebecca that I couldn’t tell whether the book was chauvinist or misandrist, which is a very odd spot to be in. Set sort of indeterminately in an England-type place in an 18th-19th century-type time, the king is now a duke in this version, with neighboring lands to heroine Aiofe’s previously wealthy but now struggling family. Mild spoiler: early on in their relationship, he clumsily tries to engage with her, crowding her space and touching her without permission (very bad! men are the worst!), at which point Aiofe panics and prepares to attack with an ax she has on hand (oh…uh…I’m not sure that was a capital offense, actually).

    The entire book continues this way in a very unsettling manner. Is Aiofe a competent woman who faces potential threats squarely, or an unbalanced child who brings trouble onto herself with her assumptions and over-reactions? Is the Duke an entitled nobleman trying to break from his upbringing in order to make honest human connections, or is he a sociopath who values other people only in how they can serve him? Is Rumpelstiltskin a damaged spirit looking for acceptance and understanding, or a sulky godling who demands complete devotion? These would all seem to be pretty stark opposites and yet they somehow seemed to exist simultaneously, which made for a very unsettling read, and not in a good way.

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    Honestly, I felt like this book was somehow gaslighting me, which fits in with the characters pretty well, actually. By the end, the extreme amount of emotional labor that the various female characters all had to do for the various male characters really soured me on the whole thing.

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