Prison Food (by Lifer Helen)

Helen’s boyfriend murdered her son. Not only did she lose her son, but she was sentenced to 20 years for the murder. 9 years into her sentence, she’s writing from a state prison in Georgia.

Monday to Thursday we get three meals a day. Breakfast is something they call creamed beef and biscuit. Lunch is either bologna, ham or a peanut butter sandwich. And dinner is always some kind of mystery meat, collard greens and beans. If you don’t go to the store, you are in trouble.

On Friday to Saturday, we get a muffin, pancakes, and French toast for breakfast. Later on, we get either spaghetti, hamburger and hotdog, or a mystery meat served yet again with greens and beans.

It is nothing to speak of. I’ve lost more weight in prison than I lost after having a baby. I don’t go to the store, but it’s OK. In here, if you ask someone for something to eat, you end up paying with some sort of sexual favor.

Click here for Helen's previous blog.

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Anonymous said...

this is sad and just what pile of is all about.Feed the people not slop pile.i was trying to be nice

Julie Acklin

leigh said...

helen, i'm wondering if you might qualify for a special/ medical diet due to low weight? i know you can be hungry and still weigh more than it takes to get on whatever they call that diet---they issue some sort of supplements.

what about getting a kitchen detail? have you known of anyone who worked in the kitchen being able to access more food? i know that is the case at some of the guys' prisons. if not that, maybe you could try to get on with the chaplain's office (if you still have one). sometimes they have the items that have been donated and can give you some of the food stuff.