88E469SD Ward of the State by Night_Walker05
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WARD OF THE STATE
By HOWDY DOODY
DISCLAIMER:
This story is not true. There is no New York State. There is no Department of Correctional Services and they do not have prisons. There is no Judge John Cline and he never sat on the bench in Albany County New York. There is no Albany County Jail and no child has ever been sexually abused while incarcerated there. There is no Albany Home for Children. There is no Danamora, Elmira, Auburn, Mount McGregor, or Phasalia. There are no children incarcerated in New York State, and they have never been sold for sexual purposes while incarcerated. There are no Correctional Officers in New York State, and they do not commit crimes of any kind. Donna Payant was never a Corrections Officer for the State of New York, she was not killed in prison and every single guard who testified at the trial of her accused murderer was not given immunity from prosecution by the State of New York before they agreed to testify under oath.
This story was not produced by any one person; it is a compilation of the memories of five of the characters in this story.
“This story is dedicated to Doc and Patty. You will be with us in our hearts always.”
– Michael
THE PROGRAM
There are many programs in New York State. This story is but one of them. The Program as it’s currently operated was developed in the early 1970s by a group of employees to supplement their very meager State salaries. It eventually not only supplemented it, it made them very, very rich.
The employees were aware of the fact that there was a very high demand for young boys among some very high profile clients who had an extreme penchant for anonymity. (They didn’t want anybody to know they liked to fuck the shit out of little boys). The clients were judges, doctors, lawyers, congressmen, assemblymen, Saudis and senators. I’m sure you can understand their desire for obscurity.
Very little is more obscure in New York State than either prisons or mental institutions, and there we have our ready made product: little boys who either fucked, or could be trained to fuck. Most little boys who fucked were under the control of the Department of Corrections. Most little boys who could be trained to fuck were under the control of the Department of Mental Hygiene.
The Program got its kick-off boost when a boob of an “investigative reporter” did an expose’ on a swamp called Willowbrook in New York City. The governor of New York State was so appalled at what he saw on TV that he decided to take corrective action to stop the abuse of the mental patients in the story. He took the State of New York out of the business and closed all the mental hospitals and dumped the patients out into the streets. The patients were no longer being abused; they sat in McDonald’s all day in major cities around the State.
When the hospitals closed so did the guards’ jobs. How does someone make money when all they have is an eighth grade education? Simple: you gather up little boys between the ages of 6 and 14 and teach them to lay on their stomachs. The boys had no identity, if they did, the State would have to take care of them. They had no home; the State was turning the hospitals into jails. They had no objections; you need a mind to object.
There were two kinds of boys known to the guards. There were Full Blown Beans, and there were Half Baked Beans. The full blown beans were useless to the guards, they drooled too much or they never stopped waving their hands in front of their face. But Half Baked Beans: they were the pot of gold.
The Program was so successful that it caught the attention of the prison guards and since they had a tenth grade education, they figured out even faster than their counterparts in Mental Hygiene how to get on the gravy train.
Getting the beans to cooperate wasn’t a problem, feed them, cloth them and give them a bed in a trailer with 15 other kids. Getting the prison rats to cooperate wasn’t all that difficult either. The guards had the carrot that unbuttoned their pants: time.
The prison rats usually came from upstate New York. They were almost always white, a very few were Hispanic. There was no demand among the clients for little sambos, so that didn’t matter much to the guards. Upstate New York fed the program because in New York City, a kid would get 30 days for killing or raping. Upstate, a kid would go to jail for years for trashing a school bus, stealing some candy, fucking his friends, little stuff.
To run The Program, the guards needed a place to keep the kids. They had more rooms than Howard Johnson and they had the keys.
They needed people to train the kids. They had slaves. They didn’t call them slaves, Jesse Jackson would object. They called them “trustees”. The guards needed very special trustees. The job required that the trustees train the kids to fuck. Who better to do the job than low life mother fucking scumbags who fucked kids for free? Getting the perverts to cooperate wasn’t hard: they could have their cake and eat it too.
From the trustees’ standpoint, it was a no brainer. The other inmates weren’t generally a problem: the problems almost always came from the guards. If they were in The Program, they ate well, they lived comfortably, they loved their jobs, and they loved the boys. Most were in for a minimum of 10 years and spent 3 to 4 times longer in prison than the average murderer. Most knew they would never get out, and wouldn’t bother to if they could.
They needed a place to entertain the clients in privacy. A prison is a very private place and if you wanted comfort, they had these cute little trailers in each prison that were used for “conjugal visits” for the inmates. No inmate ever stepped foot in those trailers, but there was never a vacancy! They also had the keys to friendly little bungalows tucked away in remote little corners of the State. These bungalows were only available to residents of the State of New York and you could camp there if you had a reservation. The list is something like 25 years long, so if you start packing now, you’ll be fully prepared for your vacation in the Adirondacks when your name comes up.
They needed clients. They weren’t hard to find, some of them even came to their attention when they walked out of porn theaters on Central Avenue in Albany and had their portraits taken by the local media. Naturally, they were there to do “research”!
They needed money to run The Program. They had the deepest pockets in the world. It’s called the State of New York. All they needed to do was “divert” the money from the programs from the other inmate scumbags. Like food money, housing money, commissary money, clothing money, medical money.