Hocus Pocus - Kurt Vonnegut [78]
DONNER TOLD THE truth about 1 thing at least. The Warden was ready to interview applicants for a teaching job. But we were the only 2 applicants. Donner said he heard about the job opening on the National Public Radio station in Rochester. That isn’t the sort of station people looking for work are likely to listen to. It is much too sophisticated.
THAT WAS THE only area station I know of, incidentally, which said it was tragic, not funny, what happened to Pamela Ford Hall’s 1-woman show in Buffalo.
THERE WAS A Japanese TV set in front of us. There were Japanese TV sets all over the prison. They were like portholes on an ocean liner. The passengers were in a state of suspended animation until the big ship got where it was going. But anytime they wanted, the passengers could look through a porthole and see the real world out there.
Life was like an ocean liner to a lot of people who weren’t in prison, too, of course. And their TV sets were portholes through which they could look while doing nothing, to see all the World was doing with no help from them.
Look at it go!
AT ATHENA, THOUGH, the TVs showed nothing but very old shows from a large library of tapes 2 doors down from the office of Warden Matsumoto’s office.
The tapes weren’t played in any particular order. A guard who might not even understand English kept the central VCR stoked with whatever came to hand, just as though the cassettes were charcoal briquettes and the VCR was a hibachi back on Hokkaido.
But this whole scheme was an American invention taken over by the Japanese, like the VCR and the TV sets. Back when races were mixed in prisons, the adopted son of a member of the Board of Directors of the Museum of Broadcasting was sent to Athena for having strangled a girlfriend behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art. So the father had hundreds of tapes of TV shows in the library of the Museum of Broadcasting duplicated and presented to the prison. His dream, apparently, was that the tapes would provide the basis for a course at Athena in Broadcasting, which industry some of the inmates might consider entering after they got out, if they ever got out.
But the course in Broadcasting never materialized. So the tapes were run over and over again as something better than nothing for the convicts to look at while they were serving time.
THE ADOPTED SON of the donor of the tapes came back into the news briefly at the time the prison populations were being segregated according to race. There was talk of paroling him and a lot of others rather than transferring them to other prisons.
But the parents of the girl he had murdered behind the museum, who were well connected socially, demanded that he serve his full sentence, which, as I recall it, was 99 years. He was adopted, as I say. It came out that his biological father had also been a murderer.
So he now may be on one of the aircraft carriers or missile cruisers in New York Harbor that have been converted into prison ships.
WHILE DONNER AND I waited to see the Warden, we watched the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Bingo! The back of his head flew off. His wife, wearing a pillbox hat, crawled out over the trunk of the convertible limousine.
And then the show cut to the police station in Dallas as Lee Harvey Oswald, the ex-Marine who supposedly shot the President with a mail-order Italian rifle, was shot in the guts by the owner of a local strip joint. Oswald said, “Ow.” There, yet again, was that “Ow” heard round the world.
Who says history has to be boring?
MEANWHILE, OUT IN the prison parking lot, somebody who had delivered food or whatever to the prison was taking the bicycle out of Donner’s truck and putting it in his own, and taking off. It was like the murder of the Lilac Queen back in 1922, a perfect crime.
Cough.
THERE IS EVEN talk now of turning our nuclear submarines into jails for persons who, like myself, are awaiting trial. They wouldn’t submerge, of course, and the rocket and torpedo tubes and all the electronic equipment would be sold for junk, leaving