Argumentative Essay On Alcatraz

Immediately before boarding the boat to Alcatraz, I noticed a sign that claimed that in 1933 Sanford Bates, the director of U.S. Bureau of Prisons, stated, “Alcatraz should be reserved for desperate or irredeemable types of individuals.” I promptly arrived at the same conclusion following my initial glance at the island, as I could not possibly imagine standard criminals being deplorable enough to be sent to rot in the miserable place known as Alcatraz. No, these had to be the criminals that were so appallingly treacherous that they were not even permitted to reside in traditional prisons. Killers, kidnappers, and robbers may have had an entertaining time terrorizing the real world, but this was not quite the real world. This was Alcatraz,
Since trudging along the virtually perpendicular walkway was proving to be entirely too strenuous for me, I swiftly reached the conclusion that I should commence routinely exercising. Following this realization, I attempted to imagine how the inmates must have felt when the boat they traveled on arrived at Alcatraz and they were then forced to traipse up the walkway with chains clanging around their feet and hands as guards surrounded them. In addition, there was a high probability that enraged winds were tugging at their hair and clothes while chilling them to the bone too. Hugging my coat closer to my body, I wondered if, in that moment, they regretted their actions or maybe just regretted that they had been caught. I speculated that the answer would likely be the latter since the prisoners had to be incontrovertibly contemptible people to end up on Alcatraz, therefore not making them prone to genuinely regret impairing the lives or physical state of others. Tucking this conclusion in the back of my mind, I continued with my attempt to visualize myself in their shoes until, at last, the building I had been waiting to reach became visible to
I glanced across the water to the mainland and suddenly comprehended one of the reasons for relocating atrocious criminals to the island. For the inmates, being restricted to a comparatively microscopic piece of property while still being able to clearly see the city where people lived freely must have been agonizing. Forced to know the glorious city was just out of reach was like extracting a cookie from a bowl full of chocolate chip flavored ones, only to realize the cookies had raisins all along. The years spent living as prisoners on Alcatraz undoubtedly produced inconceivably abysmal