The Gateless Gate

The Great Way has no gate.
A thousand roads enter it.
When one passes through this gateless gate,
he freely walks between heaven and earth.

I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 
I was naked and you clothed me,
I was sick and you came to me,  I was in prison and you visited me.

 (Matthew 25:35-36).

Too Many Prisons (an excerpt from an article on the Gateless Gate Zen Ministry Website* http://www.gatelessgate.org
*Not affiliated in anyway with this site of the same name

September 9, 2003

We have a problem. More than two million men, women and children are imprisoned in the United States today. This amounts to 686 prisoners for each 100,000 citizens. We have the largest prison population in the world. Our cousins to the north in Canada have 100 and in England there are 135 prisoners for each 100,000 of population. Worldwide, around eight million people are in prison. This means that 25 percent of the world’s prisoners are in the United States, the “land of the free.”

The problem is getting worse in part because we cannot build prisons fast enough to hold the influx of men, women and children. The federal government is building a fifth prison at its complex in Coleman, Florida that will bring that total complex inmate population close to 10,000. The State of Florida had an emergency expenditure in August 2003 of $66 million to expand existing prisons due to an unexpected increase in inmates.

The judiciary has been operating under guidelines that are increasingly severe and rigid. Many recent laws mandate zero tolerance standards, statutory minimum prison terms, and mandatory minimums for time served.

The largest category of offenders in both state and federal prisons are those convicted of drug crimes. Drug-related cases are about 32 percent of the federal case load. In Florida they account for about 28 percent of all sentences. These statistics are deceptive in that they understate the extent of drug involvement, as a single offender may have multiple charges of which drug offenses were not the most severe violation. The most severe violation usually drives the category.

How did we get into this predicament? The genesis of the problem appears to be a schism that appeared in the national fabric at the time of the war in Vietnam and eventually polarized the nation into groups that opposed or supported the war. These groups became known as the “law and order” and “counter-culture.” The end of the war did not end their divergence. The conflict continued in the War on Drugs initiated by the Nixon administration.

Let us clarify the term “drug.” Drugs are divided into two categories, legal and illegal. Alcohol, tobacco, and caffeine are legal drugs, while illegal drugs include marijuana, cocaine, and heroin. The War on Drugs focuses on illegal drugs.

The war on drugs has continued unabated from its initiation in the1970s to today. However, there were two critical junctures. One was the presidential election of 1988 and the other was a great compromise.

The campaign of 1988 marked the political dominance of “law and order” over the counter-culture. It found expression in Willy Horton and the election of George Bush. Michael Dukakis, Bush’s opponent and the governor of Massachusetts, signed a routine weekend furlough for a convict named Willy Horton, a convicted murderer, who raped a woman and savagely beat her boyfriend while out on a prison release program. The incident became the subject of an intense campaign of political advertising. The lesson of that election was not lost on either Democrats or Republicans.

To read the rest of this article and more extremely informative articles about the prison system

by K.C. Walpole, Senior Dharma Teacher

 and to visit The Gateless Gate Zen Ministry Website   http://http://www.gatelessgate.org/archive/kc/too_many_prisons/index.php



Just Walkin' in the Rain, written in 1952 by Johnny Bragg and Robert Riley, two prisoners at Tennessee State Prison in Nashville - supposedly, after a comment made by Bragg as he and Riley crossed the courtyard while it was raining. Bragg is alleged to have said, "Here we are just walking in the rain, and wondering what the girls are doing." Riley suggested that this would make a good basis for a song, and within a few minutes, Bragg had composed two verses.  It has been rumored, that because of this song, the Prisonaires were granted their release.  



Contrary to legend, Dylan never actually spent any time at Red Wing,

yet his song presents a harrowing, if entirely imagined, portrait of the institution:

 

Walls Of Red Wing

Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older 'n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the 'lectricity sting.
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it's fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

It's many a guard
That stands around smilin',
Holdin' his club
Like he was a king.
Hopin' to get you
Behind a wood pilin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the wall-siding sing.
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

As the rain rattled heavy
On the bunk-house shingles,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
'Til the keys of the guards
Clicked the tune of the morning,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, some of us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music


Read about Red Wing:
http://www.citypages.com/2003-12-03/news/the-walls-of-red-wing/