One of the things that I find most interesting about prison
is its economic system, where there is both a primary (commissary purchases)
and a secondary (barter) market. At the
commissary, as you might expect with a literally captive clientele, you see at
least a 30% markup. That price gouging
is what has created the secondary market, which I think is really fascinating,
especially since it is totally, completely, without a doubt, AGAINST the rules. This is the definition of a black market,
which thrives in prison.
The black market has three facets: (1) barter, (2) commissary, and (3)
currency. Bartering is mainly used to
exchange skills and services. For
instance, because I have access to a typewriter, a guy comes to me to get
something typed up, but maybe he doesn’t have anything tangible to offer in
trade. Well, it turns out that he works
in the laundry, and I could use a new pillow.
He gets me the pillow, I type up his document, and we’re square. The only problem is that one of us could get
caught using prison property for personal gain, but frankly that’s a minor
risk. After all, I’m allowed to use the
typewriter and he’s allowed to hand out pillows, just maybe not in trade.
The commissary black market works a little differently. In this case, in trade for typing up a guy’s
paperwork, he offers maybe two bags of Taster’s Choice instant coffee. Now I know that the dude in the laundry room loves
having a cup of java while handing out linens every morning, so I take the
coffee, do the typing, and then swap the coffee bags for my pillow. While this, too, is a type of barter,
unopened commissary items are valuable commodities, especially to those who
don’t have any cash to buy them. Things
can go wrong, however, if I don’t have an item that the pillow guy wants. That takes a little more hustling. Maybe I’m offered a can of tuna instead of
coffee bags. I don’t decline the offer,
but I make a second swap with one of the muscle men workout guys who seek
protein 24-7. If he’s got coffee, we’re
good.
Finally, there’s a hard currency black market, too, which on
our compound is not cash but postage stamps.
I’ve heard that in some prisons the hard currency is cans of mackerel or
radio batteries, but here it’s stamps.
They have to be unused and mailable, because their ultimate worth is
that they can actually be used to send a letter. Stay with me as we follow the next
scenario: I need a pillow and the other
guy needs a 4-page document typed up. I
charge him three stamps per page, which is the going rate (and I know I need at
least 10 stamps for my pillow, planning to save the other two for a two stamp
Coke or a couple letters home).
Everything has its price in postage stamps.
Another twist here is that you pay a different price with
either stamps or commissary. There’s a
sort of service fee attached if you go the commissary route. For instance, in our example, two bags of
coffee cost way more than six stamps, but I can charge a premium if I let a guy
pay in commissary. Say you have a guy
walking around trying to sell something for 20 stamps (worth $9.40) or $15
worth of commissary. Sometimes there’s
room for negotiation or a combined payment method, such as, “Okay, I’ll do one
load of laundry and pay you five stamps for the headphones!”
It seems that barter is your best route when you want
something done that you should not be having done. For example, I wanted to get the scoreboard
repaired at the softball field, but the staff couldn’t be bothered. But when I offered book delivery service and
first access to the Wall Street Journal for two weeks to a guy from Facilities,
he made up an excuse to check out some tools and repaired the scoreboard, a
win-win all around. (A couple weeks
later, the CO asks about the scoreboard, and we all just play dumb, as if we
don’t even remember that it was ever broken (playing dumb always works, because
the staff assumes we’re all idiots).
Our prison economy runs quite smoothly, though, since we are
in a federal prison, you always have to keep an eye open for some former
financier running a Ponzi Stamp Scheme!
There are a lot of similarities between being in prison and being on a ship. When we were at sea there was no internet (now there is), mail came once a week maybe, new merchandise in the ships store maybe once a month or not, the same food on a weekly schedule, but the most striking comparison was the bartering system. When my cooks wanted their uniforms pressed two hot sticky buns would buy the service. If one of the presses was down in the laundry an after hours haircut moved that job to the top of the list. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Actually that is pretty much the way the whole world works.
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