The trouble with prisons is that they've gotten too damn permissive. When Peter Remick first came to Walpole, Massachusetts' maximum security prison in 1960, it was a nice, quiet, peaceful place. He's been in and out several times since, but in 1971 when the liberal reformers started monkeying with prison regulations, the place just went to the dogs. The ""hard-core"" meanies took over via the Walpole chapter of the National Prisoners Reform Association (NPRA) and since then an ordinary, law-abiding con can't walk down the corridor without getting beaten, kicked or ripped off. Peter can tell you about the non-stop violence and harassment he's been subjected to just because he sent a few letters to the newspapers complaining about the reign of terror. The most ""vicious, violent"" inmates are running the joint, doing everything but asking for the keys to the front gate. Remick's hoping things will get better now that the governor canned Commissioner Boone who was notoriously ""soft on prisoners."" The attacks on Peter finally got so bad that he had to ask for protective custody even though he resented being penned up with inmates who ""have stabbed guards, knifed and killed other inmates, caused millions of dollars in damage during riots."" Peter carefully itemizes all the beatings, fires, suicides, knifings and drug sprees that have occurred under the misguided bleeding-heart liberal regime, and it's not that you doubt his word, or doubt that prison conditions are murderously bad, it's just that he can't help sounding like a middle-class sycophant brownnosing the orison administration--and with all the other voices from the slam we've heard recently, Peter's just doesn't cut much ice.