He began writing letters to the state legislature in 1954.Stallma was a warden at the time, and he always pretended to be Andy a mascot, often messing around with Andy in the library, sometimes putting his arm around Andy's shoulders and joking with him.But he can't fool anyone, Andy is not anyone's mascot.He tells Andy that maybe he's a banker out there, but that's long gone and he'd better come to terms with the reality in prison.In the eyes of arrogant Republican members of the state legislature, the government spends only three purposes on prison administration and correctional education: first, to build more walls, second, to build more bars, and third, to add more guards.And in the eyes of the state legislature, the inmates in the Thommason, Shawshank, Pittsfair, and South Portland prisons are the scum of the earth, who have come in to suffer.If there were a few weevils in the bread, it would be fucking unfortunate!
Andy was still smiling complacently.He asked Staunter what would happen if one drop of water was dripped on a hard cement block every year for a million years.Stallma laughed and patted Andy on the back, "You won't live a million years, man, but if you do live that long, I'm sure you'll still be the same with the same smile on your face."
Go ahead and write your letter, and I'll send it for you as long as you pay the postage yourself. ”So Andy continued to write.In the end, he was the one who finally had a good laugh, even though neither Stayer nor Harry had a chance to see it.Andy kept writing letters to the state legislature asking for funding to subsidize the prison library, which was also repeatedly rebuffed.But in 1960, he received a check for $200.The state legislature may want to gag him with the two hundred dollars so that he doesn't bother them anymore.But Andy felt that his efforts had paid off, so he redoubled his efforts.He began to write two letters a week instead of one.By 1962, he had received $400, and for the next 10 years, the library received $700 on time every year.By 1971, the subsidy had even been raised to a full $1,000.Of course, this can't be compared with the funds of an ordinary small-town library, but a thousand yuan can at least buy a lot of second-hand detective novels and western novels.By the time Andy leaves, you'll be able to find almost any book you want to read in the Shawshank Library, and even if you can't find it, Andy will most likely find it for you.By this time, the library had expanded from a paint pantry to three rooms.Is it all because Andy told Harry how to save taxes on that windfall, you ask?
The answer is: yes......
Not right either.You may have guessed for yourself.The third part of "The Shawshank Redemption" *************** time is slow for people in prison, and sometimes you even think that time has stopped, but time is still passing bit by bit.Dunnahai left Shawshank amid the scandal in the newspaper headlines.Stallma took his place, and for the next six years, Shawshank was hell on earth.During Steenmar's reign, the beds in the Shawshank infirmary and the cells in the confinement cell were perpetually overcrowded.One day in 1958, when I was looking in a small shave-length mirror in my cell, a middle-aged man of 40 looked at me.--------------- Chapter 3 (1) of "The Shawshank Redemption" --------------- at that time, news circulated on the road that Shawshank had raised a financial master.In the late spring and summer of 1950, Andy set up two trust funds for guards who wanted to save funds for their children's college education.He also instructed some of the guards who wanted to try their hand at the stock market (these guards were so successful that one of them retired early two years after making a fortune).He definitely taught Warden Dunnahead a lot of tax avoidance tricks.By the spring of 1951, more than half of Shawshank's jailers were assisted by Andy in tax refunds, and by 1952, all the jailers were doing the tax returns on their behalf.And the greatest reward he received was the most valuable thing in prison - winning the kindness of all.Later, when Stayer was in charge, Andy's position became even more important.As for the details, there are some things I know, and some things I have to guess.I know that many inmates have relatives or backers outside who can help them pay bribes, so they can get special privileges in prison – for example, they can have a radio in their cells, or they can get extra visits from relatives and friends, etc.Prison inmates call these people who work for them outside "angels."
All of a sudden, a guy doesn't have to go to the factory on a Saturday afternoon, and you know the angels have taken care of it.The way to do this is usually that the angel will give the bribe money to the middle-ranking jailer, and then this intermediary will be responsible for opening the joints up and down, and everyone will get some oil and water.There is also the cheap car repair service that makes Dunnay lose his position.At first, they were operating in secret, but in the late 1950s, they started doing business with great fanfare.I'm pretty sure that some prison contractors, manufacturers who provide machinery and equipment to laundry rooms and license plate factories will get kickbacks from prison executives.By the end of the sixties of the twentieth century, drugs were rampant, and the same prison administrators even profited from the drug business, and this illegal income added up to a considerable amount, although not as large as the big prisons such as Edica or St.
Quentin, but it was not a small amount.As a result, the money earned has become a headache.You can't just stuff a lot of money in your wallet and wait until you have to build a swimming pool or a room, and then pull out a big stack of crumpled and folded ten- or twenty-dollar bills from your pocket to pay for the project.Once your income exceeds a certain limit, you have to explain how you earned your money.If your persuasive skills are very weak, you are likely to end up in jail yourself.Therefore, Andy's service is even more important.They transferred Andy out of the laundry room and let him work in the library, but if you look at it another way, they never actually transferred him, it's just that Andy used to wash dirty sheets, but now he's washing black money.He exchanged all this illegal income for stocks, bonds, public bonds, etc.Ten years after the roofing incident, he told me on one occasion that he knew very well what it was like to do these things, and that he was less likely to feel a guilty conscience because of it.Anyway, whether he exists or not, the illegal work will still be carried out as usual.He didn't come to Shawshank of his own free will, he was an innocent, unlucky man manipulated by fate, not a missionary or a good man."
What's more, Red," he said to me with that smiling face, "what I'm doing here isn't much different from what I'm doing out there.Let me teach you a cold-blooded law: the degree to which an individual or company needs professional financial assistance is directly proportional to the number of people they are squeezing.The people who run here are basically stupid and cruel monsters, in fact, the methods of those people outside are still cruel and barbaric, but they are not so stupid, because the level of ability required by the outside world is a little higher than here, not much higher, just a little higher. ”"But, drugs—" I said, "I don't want to be nosy, but drugs make me nervous—I would never do such a thing, never." ”"No," Andy said, "I don't like drugs, I never have, and I don't like to smoke or drink."
But I didn't sell drugs, I didn't bring drugs in, I didn't sell drugs, it was mainly the jailers who were selling it. ”"But—" "Yes, I know.There's still a line in between.There are people who don't do anything bad, they are saints, and pigeons will fly on their shoulders, on their clothes, etc.; There is also the other extreme, as long as some people have money, they will do all kinds of evil - smuggling guns, selling drugs, and doing anything.Has anyone ever asked you to kill someone?
”I nodded.Over the years, I've been approached by a number of people, after all, I have a way to get everything.There are many people who think that if I can get dry batteries for their radios, or cigarettes and marijuana for them, I can also get people who know how to use knives for them."
Of course someone approached you, but you wouldn't, did you?"
Andy said, "Because people like us, we know that there is a third option between transcendent sanctification and no evil, and that's the path that all mature adults would choose."
Therefore, you will strike a balance between gains and losses, the lesser of two evils, and try to put good intentions in front of you.I guess you can tell if you're doing well by how well you sleep every night......
Or judging by what dreams you have at night. ”"Goodwill."
I laughed as I spoke, "Andy, I know very well that a person will slowly go down to hell on the road of kindness. ”He became more serious, "Don't you think this is hell?"
Shawshank is hell.They sell drugs, and I teach them what to do with the money they make, but I also take the opportunity to fill the library.I know of at least two dozen people here who have passed the high school equivalency exam because they used the books in the library to enrich themselves.Maybe when they get out, they can get out of these dung heaps from now on.In 1957, when we needed a second library, I did it because they needed to please me, I was a cheap laborer, and it was a deal between us. ”"And you also have a private cell.""
Of course, I like that."
In the fifties of the twentieth century, the prison population slowly grew, and by the sixties there was a threat of population explosion, because at that time, American college students wanted to try marijuana abounding, and the law in the United States was particularly severe.Andy never had a roommate, except for one occasion, when a tall, silent Indian named Normandon briefly shared a room with him (like all Indians who came in, he was called the chief), but Normanden didn't stay long.Many long-time offenders think Andy is crazy, but Andy just smiles.He lives alone, and he likes it too......
As he said, they wanted to please him because he was a cheap laborer.--------------- "The Shawshank Redemption" Chapter 3 (2) --------------- time is slow for people in prison, and sometimes you even think that time has stopped, but time is still passing little by little.Dunnahai left Shawshank amid the scandal in the newspaper headlines.Stallma took his place, and for the next six years, Shawshank was hell on earth.During Steenmar's reign, the beds in the Shawshank infirmary and the cells in the confinement cell were perpetually overcrowded.One day in 1958, when I was looking in a small shave-length mirror in my cell, a middle-aged man of 40 looked at me.The boy who came in in 1938, the young man with thick red hair, who was going crazy with remorse and bent on killing himself, was gone.The red hair gradually turned gray and began to fall out, and crow's feet appeared at the corners of the eyes.That day, I could see an old man's face soon appear in the mirror, which terrified me that no one wanted to grow old in prison.In early 1959, Stayer also left.At that time, many reporters infiltrated the investigation, and one of them even spent four months in Shawshank under a false name and fictitious charges, ready to expose the prison again, but before they could swing a baton, Stallma had already escaped.I understand very well why he wanted to run away, really, because if he was to be judged, he would be imprisoned in Xiao Shen to overcome his sentence.If that were the case, he wouldn't have lived more than five hours here.Harry had left two years earlier, and the vampire had taken early retirement due to a heart attack.Andy has never been implicated in the Stayer affair.At the beginning of 1959, a new warden, a new deputy warden, and a new captain of the guard arrived.For the next eight months, Andy was reinstated as a regular prisoner.It was also during that time that Normanden became his roommate, and then it was business as usual.After Normanden moved out, Andy was once again able to enjoy the benefits of living alone.Although the people above have been exchanged for each other, the illegal activities have never stopped.One time I talked to Normanden about Andy."
A good one," Normanden said.It was difficult to understand him because he had cleft lips and palate, and he was snoring when he spoke."
He's a nice guy and never jokes.I like to live with him, but he doesn't like me living with him, I can tell. ”He shrugged, "I'm glad to get out of there."
The air in that cell was terrible, and it was cold.He doesn't let anyone touch his stuff casually, and that's okay too.He's nice and never jokes, but the air is so bad. ”Until 1955, Rita Hayworth's poster hung in Andy's cell, and then replaced with a still from Marilyn Monroe's movie "The Seven Year Itch", standing on the iron lattice lid of the subway vent, the warm wind blowing and lifting her skirt.Marilyn Monroe occupied the wall until 1960, when the poster was almost rotten, and then she was replaced by Jen Mansfield, who was big-breasted, but only hung for a year, and then replaced with a British star, whose name seems to be Haysha Cott, and I am not sure.In 1966, it was replaced with a poster of Lacole Weizhi.At the end of the day was a beautiful rock star named Linda Lonsda.I asked him what those posters meant to him?
He gave me a strange and surprised look, "What?
They mean to me just as much as any other prisoner!
I guess it represents freedom.Looking at those beautiful women, you feel as if you can almost ......
Not really, but almost......
Walk through the posters and be with them.A sense of freedom.That's why I've always liked Lacole Widge the most, not just her, but the beach where she stands, as if she's on the beach in Mexico.In that quiet place, one can hear one's inner thoughts.Have you ever felt that way about a photo?
Feel like you can almost step into it?
”I said I really never thought of it that way."
Maybe one day you'll understand what I mean."
He said.Yes, years later I did know exactly what he meant......
When I figured it out, the first thing that came to mind was what Normanden had said at the time, that Andy's cell was always cold.In late March or early April 1963, Andy was struck by a terrible thing.I told you that Andy has a quality that most prisoners (including me) lack, a peace of mind and even an unwavering belief that the long nightmare will one day end.Whatever you want to describe it, Andy always looks confident, and most prisoners sentenced to life imprisonment will have a gloomy and desperate look on their faces after being in prison for a while, but Andy's face never appeared until the late winter of 1963.That's when we had a new warden named Sam Norton.Consider Mather & Cottonmather, both father and son, both prominent Congregational ministers of the 17th century.If you have the opportunity to meet Norton, you will definitely feel very compatible, and no one has ever seen Norton smile on his face.He is a 30-year veteran of the Baptist Adventist Church and has a church-issued badge.One of his biggest innovations since he became the head of this happy little family was to give each new inmate a copy of the Bible and the New Testament.On his desk was a small commemorative plate with the words "Christ is my Savior" in gold letters embedded in teak, and an embroidery of his wife hanging on the wall: "The judgment of the Lord is coming." ”These words made most of us gasp, we all felt that the day of judgment had come, and we were all willing to testify that the rocks could not hide us, and the dead trees would not provide us with shelter.He quoted from the Bible in every sermon.Every time you meet such a person, I suggest that you have a smile on your face and protect your lower body with your hands.The fact that the infirmary had far fewer injuries than it had been during Stallma's reign and that there were no more moonlit nights of burial did not mean that Norton did not believe in the efficacy of punishment.Business was always thriving in the confinement cells, and many people lost their teeth, not because they were beaten, but because they were only allowed to eat bread and water, resulting in malnutrition.Of all the high-level people I've met, Norton is the most obscene hypocrite.Illegal activities in prison have always been thriving, but Norton is full of tricks.Andy knows the inside story very well, and since we are slowly becoming good friends at this time, he will reveal some news to me from time to time.Andy always talks about these things with a half-amused, half-disgusted look on his face, as if he were talking about some predatory ugly bugs, whose ugliness and greed are more ridiculous than terrible.--------------- Chapter 3 (3) of The Shawshank Redemption--------------- Norton established a system of "foreign prisoners".You may have seen these kinds of reports sixteen or seven years ago; Even Newsweek has written a feature on it, which sounds like a major innovation in prison reform.Prisoners were sent outside the prison to cut wood, build bridges and embankments, and build cellars to store potatoes.Norton called him a "foreign prisoner" and was invited to speak at every Rotary Club and Masonic Club in New England, especially when his jade photos appeared in Newsweek.The inmates called it the "road construction gang," but none of the inmates were ever invited to the Freemasons or Rotary Clubs to express their views.As a result, from logging and digging ditches to laying underground cable pipes, Norton can be seen scooping up oil and water in it, filling his own pockets.Whether it's people, materials, or any project you can think of, there are hundreds of ways to get oil out of it.But Norton also took a different approach.Since prison inmates are cheap slave laborers, you simply can't compete with them, so the construction industry is all scared of Norton's out-of-service prison program.So, Norton, a devout Christian, who held a Bible and wore a 30-year-old pin pin, received a lot of thick envelopes from under his desk during his sixteen-year tenure as Warden Shawshank.When he received the envelope, he would bid too much for the project, or not bid at all, or claim that he had already signed a contract with someone else for his "foreign war" plan.I just wonder why no one has ever found Norton's body tucked into the back of an abandoned Thunderbird on a highway in Massachusetts, with his hands tied behind his back and six bullets in his head.In short, as the lyrics of the old song playing in the bar: Oh my God, the money is rolling in!
Norton must have strongly agreed with the Puritan tradition that a check of each person's bank account would reveal who God's favored people were.During this time, Andy is Norton's right-hand man and silent partner, and the prison library becomes a hostage in Norton's hands.Norton knows this, and he's taking advantage of it.Andy says Norton's favorite aphorism is to wash away the sins of one hand from the other.Andy offers all sorts of helpful advice from Norton.I don't dare say that he created Norton's "Foreign Warden" program himself, but I'm pretty sure he gave him useful advice on how to deal with the turtle son's money.The more money rolls in, the more ......
Boy!
The library has also stocked up with new car repair manuals, encyclopedias, reference books for college entrance exams, and of course more novels by Gardner and Lamorre.I believe that the reason why this happened was that Norton didn't want to lose his left and right hand, and second, he was afraid that Andy would say something unfavorable to him if he did get out of prison.My news was pieced together over the course of seven years, some of it from Andy, but not all.He never wanted to talk about it, I don't blame him, there were things I got from six or seven different sources.I have said that prisoners are nothing more than slaves, and they are like slaves, pretending to be stupid on the surface, but in fact pricking up their ears.I've told the story in a flash, but I'll tell you the story from beginning to end, and you might understand why Andy has been in a trance of frustration and despair for ten months.I don't think he knew the truth about the murder until 1963, fifteen years after he entered this sweet hellish cell.Before he met Tommy Williams, I guess he didn't know it was going to get that bad.Tommy joined our happy little family in November 1962.Tommy considers himself a Massachusettian, but he is not proud of it.During his twenty-seven years of life, he spent time in prisons in New England.He's a professional thief, but I think he should do something else, and you might think the same way.He was married, and his wife came to visit him once a week.Thinking that if Tommy was able to finish high school, things might get better, and she and her three-year-old son would benefit as well, so she persuaded Tommy to continue his education, and Tommy began visiting the library regularly.For Andy, helping inmates with their studies has become routine, and he helps Tommy revise the subjects he took in high school (not many) and pass the equivalency exam.At the same time, he also instructed Tommy on how to use correspondence courses to complete subjects that he had failed or failed before.Tommy may not be the best of the students Andy has taught, and I don't know if he later got a high Chinese certificate, but none of this has anything to do with the story we're going to tell.Importantly, Tommy later liked Andy very much, as did many others.On a couple of occasions, he asked Andy, "How could someone as smart as you end up in such a place?"
”This sentence is similar to asking people, "How can a good girl like you end up in such a place?"
”Just as abrupt.But Andy is not the one to answer such a question, and he smiled and diverted the conversation.Tommy, of course, consulted others, and in the end, he finally figured out the whole thing, but he himself was extremely shocked.The object of his questioning was a partner who worked with him in the laundry room, named Charlie Lapu.Charlie has been in prison for twelve years because he has been charged with murder.He couldn't wait to tell Tommy the whole trial as it was, and the act of pulling out the clean sheets ironed by the mill and stuffing them into the basket that day was no longer as monotonous as usual.Charlie was talking about the jury waiting until after lunch before returning to the courtroom to convict Andy, when the siren of a machine failure sounded and the mill creaked to a halt.The other inmates stuffed the freshly washed nursing home sheets into the gin mill from the other end of the machine, and then spat out a dry, scalded sheet every five seconds at Tommy and Charlie's end, their job was to pull up the sheets from the machine, fold them, and put them in a cart that was already covered with clean brown kraft paper.But when Tommy heard the siren, he just stood there in a daze, his mouth wide open, his chin touching his chest, and stared at Charlie blankly.The sheets spit out by the machine fell to the floor, accumulating and absorbing dirty water from the floor, and the floor in the laundry room was usually damp and dirty.Holm, the foreman, ran over and roared loudly, wondering what was wrong.But Tommy ignores it and continues to talk to Charlie as if Home, who has beaten countless people, doesn't exist.--------------- "The Shawshank Redemption" Chapter 3 (4): --------------- "What did you say was the name of that golf coach?"
”"Quentin," Charlie replied, looking confused and dejected.Tommy's face looked like the white flag that had been raised when he surrendered, he said afterwards."
Looks like Green Quentin—or something.""
Hey!
Hey!
Note!
”Home's neck swelled as red as a cockscomb, "Put the sheets back in the cold water, move faster, God, you-" "Green Quentin, oh my God!
”Tommy said he could only say those words because Holm struck him on the back of the head with his baton, and Tommy fell to the ground, knocking out three of his front teeth.When he woke up, he was already in confinement.He was held in solitary confinement for a week, with only water and bread to eat, and a write-up.It was February 1963, and after he was released from the confinement cell, Tommy went to ask six or seven more old prisoners, and they all heard similar stories.I was one of the people who was asked, but when I asked him why he cared, he just didn't answer.One day, he went to the library and said a lot to Andy.It was the first and last time Andy had lost his composure since Andy came up to me and asked me to buy a poster for Rita Hayworth......
Only this time he was completely out of control.When I saw him later that day, it was as if he had been hit hard in the middle of his eyebrows.His hands trembled, and when I spoke to him, he didn't answer.That evening, he ran to Captain Billy Hanlon and made an appointment to see Warden Norton the next day.He later told me that he had not closed his eyes all night, listening to the cold wind of midwinter howling outside, watching the light of the searchlight sweep around, drawing long shadows on the concrete walls of the cage that had been his home since the Truman administration.He was desperately thinking about the whole thing in his head.It was as if Tommy had a key in his hand, he said, and it was just the time to open the cage deep inside him, the cage of his self-confinement.The cage was not a man, but a tiger, and the tiger's name was "Hope".The key Tommy gave him was just right to open the cage and release the tiger of hope, roaring in his head.Four years ago, Tommy was arrested in Rhode Island while he was driving a stolen car full of stolen goods.Tommy recruited his comrades in exchange for a reduced sentence, so he only had to serve two to four years in prison.Nearly a year after he was in prison, his roommate was released and replaced by another prisoner who lived with him named Aiu Bracchi.Bracchi was sentenced to six to 12 years in prison for breaking into a home with an arm and stealing."
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I've never seen someone so nervous," Tommy told me, "and that's not supposed to be a thief at all, at least not with a gun."
As soon as there was the slightest sound around him, he would probably jump into the air and shoot with his gun drawn.One night, he almost strangled me because someone was in another cell scraping the bars of their cell with an iron cup."
I lived with him for seven months before I was free.I can't say we talked, because you know, you can't really talk to Bracchi, and every time we talk, he always talks and I just listen.He never stops talking, and if you want to make a mistake, he rolls his eyes and waives his fist at you.Every time he did that, it sent chills down my spine.He was tall, almost bald, with a pair of green eyes embedded in deep-set sockets.God, I hope I don't see him again in this life."
He talked every night: where he grew up, how he escaped from the orphanage, what he had done, and the women he had, the poker he had won; I could only listen to him quietly.My face isn't good, but I don't want plastic surgery.According to him, he had robbed at least 200 places, which was unbelievable, and even a fart would make him jump like a firecracker, but he swore it was true.…… Listen, Red, I know some people make up stories when they hear about something, but before I heard about this golf instructor named Quentin, I remember thinking that if one day Bracchi sneaked into my house and stole something, I would be lucky if I found out afterwards.I can't imagine what would happen if he sneaked into a woman's room and rummaged through a jewelry box, and she coughed or rolled over in her sleep.It's chilling to think about it."
He said he had killed people, killed those who him off, at least that's what he said, and I believe his words, he does look like he's going to kill.He's so fucking nervous, so nervous, like a gun that has sawed off a firing pin, ready to fire at any moment.I know a guy who has a police pistol with a sawed off firing pin.This did no good, it was just boring, because the trigger of the pistol became very sensitive, and as long as he turned on the stereo to the loudest and placed the gun on the speaker box, it would probably fire automatically.Bracchi is one such person.I can't say any clearer, but I'm sure he's hit someone.