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Contents
Contributors vii
Acknowledgments ix
1. Solitary Confinement—From Extreme Isolation to Prison Reform 1
Jules Lobel and Peter Scharff Smith
I . T WO C E N T U R I E S O F S O L I TA RY C O N F I N E M E N T
I I . M I N D, B O DY, A N D S O U L — T H E HA R M S
A N D E X P E R I E N C E O F S O L I TA RY C O N F I N E M E N T
I I I . P R I S O N R E F O R M , P R I S O N L I T IG AT IO N ,
A N D H UM A N R IG H T S
Index 373
Contributors
Cyrus Ahalt, MPP, Associate Director of The Criminal Justice & Health Program,
University of California, San Francisco
Jamie Bennett, Deputy Director, HM Prison Service; former governor, HMP Grendon
and Springhill (2012–19), and Research Associate, University of Oxford
Dolores Canales, Co-Founder and one of the leaders of California Families to Abolish
Solitary Confinement
David C. Fathi, Director, National Prison Project of the American Civil Liberties Union
Foundation
Amy Fettig, Deputy Director, National Prison Project of the American Civil Liberties
Union Foundation; Director, Stop Solitary Campaign
Robert King, One of the Angola Three prisoners held in solitary confinement for almost
twenty years in Louisiana’s Angola prison
Jack Morris, Former California prisoner at the Pelican Bay SHU, held in solitary confine-
ment for thirty-five years
Manfred Nowak, Professor of law, University of Vienna and Secretary General of the
Global Campus of Human Rights in Venice
Keramet Reiter, Associate Professor, Department of Criminology, Law & Society, and
School of Law at the University of California, Irvine
Sharon Shalev, Research Associate, the Centre for Criminology, University of Oxford
Richard Jay Smeyne, Professor, Thomas Jefferson University, Jack & Vickie Farber
Institute for Neuroscience, Department of Neuroscience
Homer Venters, MD, MS, Former Chief Medical Officer, Correctional Health Services,
New York City Health and Hospital System; Senior Health and Justice Fellow at
Community Oriented Correctional Health Services and Clinical Associate Professor,
New York University College of Global Public Health
Brie Williams, MD, MS, Professor of Medicine, University of California, San Francisco,
Division of Geriatrics (UCSF), Director of the Criminal Justice and Health Program
at UCSF
This book is the product of the collaborative efforts of many people who have
worked tirelessly in different ways to reform and eventually end the practice of
prolonged solitary confinement throughout the world. First we want to thank all
the authors who agreed to contribute essays to this book, and whose collective
work has helped produce a movement challenging the use of solitary confine-
ment in prison systems.
We also want to acknowledge and thank those at the University of Pittsburgh
who helped put on the interdisciplinary and comparative conference on solitary
confinement at the University of Pittsburgh School of Law, which this book is
an outgrowth of, particularly Dean Chip Carter who was an early and vital sup-
porter of the project, and Cori Parise, Sara Barca, Patty Blake, Kim Getz, and
LuAnn Driscoll, who provided critical administrative support for the conference.
We thank Professor Ronald Brand, who heads the Center for International Legal
Education at the University of Pittsburgh School of Law, for providing financial
support for the conference and first putting us in touch with Oxford University
Press. We thank Professor Brie Williams at the University of California at San
Francisco Medical Center for providing financial support and encourage-
ment for the conference, and Professor Michael Zigmond at the University of
Pittsburgh for providing financial support and more importantly connecting us
with other wonderful neuroscientists such as Professor Huda Akil. In addition,
we thank the many prisoners and their on-the-ground activist supporters such
as Dolores Canales, whose struggle and activism has inspired the academic and
human rights community to better understand the suffering solitary confine-
ment causes and the pathways to reforming and ending the practice.
For help preparing an index for the book we would like to thank Marina Hiller
Foshaugen and Amanda Vik Andersen at the University of Oslo, and we thank
the staff at the Document Technology Center at the University of Pittsburgh
School of Law for helping to prepare the manuscript. Finally, we want to thank
the editors at Oxford University Press for their excellent work in editing and
shepherding this project to completion.
Professor Lobel also thanks his colleagues at the Center for Constitutional
Rights, Rachel Meeropol, Sam Miller, and Alexi Agathocleous, whose work and
collaboration on the Ashker v. Brown case has been so important and founda-
tional to this effort, and Staughton and Alice Lynd, who first introduced him to
the issue of solitary confinement and continue to be important collaborators in
x Acknowledgments
his work. His three children, Mike, Caroline, and Sasha, have provided motiva-
tion, humor, and inspiration to do this work. Most important has been the con-
tinuing love and support of his wife, Karen Engro, who has been the key person
enabling him to engage in the activist, litigation, and academic work challenging
prolonged solitary confinement.
Professor Scharff Smith would like to thank all the participants in the
Scandinavian Solitary Confinement Network— former prisoners, prison
officers, prison governors, psychologists, lawyers, and researchers—for a cru-
cial exchange of knowledge and for supporting and working for prison reform
in this area. He would also like to thank his colleagues at the Department of
Criminology and Sociology of Law at the University of Oslo for creating an ex-
cellent academic and social working environment. For ongoing and inspirational
discussions throughout the years concerning solitary confinement, he especially
wants to thank Sharon Shalev and Marte Rua. Finally, he would like to thank his
family and especially his three children, Siri, August, and Vera, who are an in-
credible joy to be around and a constant motivation in life.
1
Solitary Confinement—From Extreme
Isolation to Prison Reform
Jules Lobel* and Peter Scharff Smith**
For nearly two centuries the practice of solitary confinement has been a recur-
ring feature in many prison systems all over the world. Solitary confinement
is used for a panoply of different reasons although research tells us that these
practices have widespread negative health effects. Besides the death penalty, it is
arguably the most punitive and dangerous intervention available to state author-
ities in democratic nations. These facts have spawned a growing international in-
terest in this topic and reform movements which include, among others, doctors,
psychologists, criminologists, sociologists, prisoners, families, litigators, human
rights defenders, and prison governors.
Social beings
Humans are social beings. We interact with other human beings, and that is how
we come to know who our friends, family members, colleagues, neighbors, and
others we meet on our journey through life are. Such interactions enable us to
understand who we ourselves are. Without human and social contact that feat
would seem impossible. How should we otherwise form and comprehend our
own identity? Indeed, it is through social interaction that we find partners and
eventually reproduce as a species. In that sense the alternative to social contact
is not only loneliness but in the end also death—unless we envision some kind
of dystopian future where computers and science have somehow replaced love
and sex.
Many of us live lives full of people, children, families, work, and activities and
sometimes long for more time for ourselves. Just a few hours or even minutes
* Bessie McKee Walthour Professor of Law, University of Pittsburgh Law School; Co-operating
Attorney and Former President of the Board, Center for Constitutional Rights.
** Professor in Sociology of Law, Department of Criminology & Sociology of Law, Faculty of Law,
Oslo University.
Jules Lobel and Peter Scharff Smith. Solitary Confinement—From Extreme Isolation to Prison Reform In: Solitary
Confinement. Edited by: Jules Lobel and Peter Scharff Smith. Oxford University Press (2020). © Oxford University Press.
DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780190947927.003.0001
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behind a closed door in order to gather our thoughts, write that email, get on
with a project, finish that chapter or article, etc. Nevertheless, given some time to
ponder this issue most of us will likely understand that prolonged social isolation
is not something to wish for. Especially not if we are unable to choose when and
how to end such isolation.
As will be described in this book, social isolation is in fact very dangerous to
human health and well-being. In the free world, loneliness and isolation increase
the risk of mortality significantly and present a risk equivalent to or even greater
than some of the most well-known and severe health hazards such as smoking
and being overweight.1 This book is about a special kind of social isolation that
is imposed on the incarcerated—people who cannot themselves decide when
to get out and end such isolation. Solitary confinement is the term used to de-
scribe the situation where people are confined individually and alone in a cell in
a prison for between twenty-two and twenty-four hours every day.2 This practice
has been utilized in prison systems since the eighteenth century and up until this
day. This form of isolation is extremely detrimental to the health of the people
being subjected to such conditions.3 Not surprisingly, in states without the death
penalty, solitary confinement has been described as the “the furthest point of the
repertoire of sanctions and compulsions available to a liberal democratic state
outside time of war.”4
Incredibly, these facts have had little or no impact on prison policy in many
jurisdictions. Often, people are placed in solitary confinement simply at the
whim of prison officers and often without noteworthy legal safeguards or ef-
fective complaint mechanisms. And such conditions are sometimes imposed
for years and even decades on end. Interestingly and bizarrely, we treat these
prisoners in a manner that would not be permitted for our animal companions
used in scientific research. Indeed, humans are not the only social beings living
among us and in many countries our research on animals, and even in some
cases the treatment of certain animals is regulated in great detail by law in a way
we see few or no signs of when it comes to humans residing in prisons.
Chapter 10, this volume; Zigmond and Smeyne, Chapter 11, this volume; Smith, Chapter 2, this
volume.
4 Richard Sparks, Anthony E. Bottoms, and Will Hay, Prisons and the Problem of Order
Imagine a horse in the middle of a field—in this case somewhere in Sweden. This
particular horse is leading a happy life in part because it has a legal right to eve-
ryday contact with other companions. The horse is a social animal and hence
social isolation is unhealthy. This fact is reflected in Swedish law. The statutes of
the Swedish Animal Welfare Authority stipulate that “a horse’s need for social
contact must be met.”5 What this entails in practice is explained in the rules and
guidelines for horse owners from the Swedish Department of Agriculture:
Ideally, your horse should be in contact with other horses, but it can work with
another flock animal, such as sheep or cattle, if this is enough for your horse to
be well.6
To ensure such contact, the living conditions in the stables are also regulated in
detail: “Box walls, box doors and partitions must be designed so that the horse’s
need for social contact is met.”7 Unsurprisingly, the same goes for other social
animals. Another example from Swedish law involves the ostrich—an animal
that you are not allowed to isolate from its conspecifics.8
Bear in mind that Sweden is just one example. Many countries of course have
rules and legal safeguards protecting certain animals from abuse and ill health. As
shown in the Swedish example, a social animal’s need for contact with other animals
is an important element in its well-being, and therefore animals often have special
rights in this area. But in Sweden, you will not find similar rights being granted to
imprisoned human beings. Despite Sweden’s reputation as a country with humane
prison conditions, solitary confinement is actually a serious problem, especially
during remand where pre-trial detainees are awaiting conviction. In fact, and quite
extraordinarily, around two-thirds of all pre-trial detainees in Sweden are auto-
matically subjected to solitary confinement—a practice that has been heavily criti-
cized by international human rights committees for decades.9
Allmänna krav, 1 § 4.
6 Jordbruksverket “Djurskyddsbestämmelser, Häst,” Jordbruksinformation 4, 2011, p. 6. See also,
Djurskyddsmyndighetens författningssamling, DFS 2007:6, Allmänna råd till 2 kap. 1, “Hästar bör
hållas tillsammans med artfränder.”
7 Jordbruksverket “Djurskyddsbestämmelser, Häst,” Jordbruksinformation 4, 2011, p. 5.
8 Swedish Ministry of Agriculture, August 14, 2018, accessed April 2019, https://nam05.safelinks.
protection.outlook.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jordbruksverket.se%2Famnesomraden%2Fdj
ur%2Folikaslagsdjur%2Fhagnatvilt%2Fskotselavstrutsar.4.51c5369e120aee363f08000366.html&am
p;data=02%7C01%7Clawdtc%40pitt.edu%7Cf8c18f3a3e5a4ec7858508d6bc18f8c5%7C9ef9f489e0a
04eeb87cc3a526112fd0d%7C1%7C0%7C636903212765281265&sdata=gUyJ0Zurd%2B%2Ba
uCb6PrwRckJm%2FagRAcVLTXbZrC3xVno%3D&reserved=0.
9 See Smith, Chapter 2, this volume.
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A human being’s need for some level of social contact does not seem to be
secured as a basic right in any prison system in the world, and in some it is bla-
tantly ignored to a remarkable degree. This has to a greater or lesser extent been
the case especially during the last two centuries. The use of solitary confinement
in prisons became common with the rise of the modern penitentiary during
the first half of the nineteenth century and his since remained a feature of some
Western, and non-Western, prison systems. A debate about the effects of solitary
confinement was largely settled early in the twentieth century, when this practice
was condemned as being severely unhealthy, and consequently the general use
of prolonged solitary confinement appeared to be on the way out. Discussions
about the practice resurfaced in the 1950s, when sensory deprivation and per-
ceptual deprivation studies were carried out partly in reaction to stories of brain-
washing of US prisoners of war during the Korean War.10 During the 1980s
solitary confinement again regained topicality when supermax prisons caused
an explosion in the use of solitary confinement in the United States.11 However,
various forms of isolation have been continuously used in different parts of the
world, which includes numerous practices ranging from the phenomenon of
pre-trial solitary confinement in Scandinavia to the use of isolation in connec-
tion with interrogations of suspected terrorists.12
Today we know from a wide range of international studies and research that
solitary confinement is a dangerous practice that can have significant nega-
tive health effects.13 Nevertheless, in the United States currently, an estimated
80,000 to 100,000 prisoners are housed in small cells for more than 22 hours per
day with little or no social contact and no physical contact visits with family or
friends. Indeed, solitary confinement is used in many prison systems as a means
to maintain prison order: as disciplinary punishment or as an administrative
measure for inmates who are considered an escape risk or a risk to themselves or
to prison order in general. Some inmates, for example, sex offenders, also choose
voluntary isolation to avoid harassment from other prisoners.
Nevertheless, recent years have witnessed growing international reform in-
terest in this area, which has mobilized not only researchers, litigators, and
human rights defenders, but also prison governors and other practitioners. This
volume.
13 See Haney, Chapter 8, this volume. See also Williams and Ahalt, Chapter 9, this volume;
Venters, Chapter 10, this volume, Zigmond and Smeyne, Chapter 13, this volume; Smith, Chapter 2,
this volume.
Jules Lobel and Peter Scharff Smith 5
is the starting point for the present book, which builds on the hitherto most am-
bitious international, interdisciplinary, and comprehensive conference on soli-
tary confinement, which took place at the University of Pittsburgh in 2016 and
was organized by the editors.
With this book we wish to take for the first time a broad international com-
parative approach to this subject and to apply an interdisciplinary lens consisting
of the views of neuroscientists, high-level prison officials, social and political
scientists, medical doctors, historians, lawyers, and former prisoners and their
families from different countries to address the effects and practices of prolonged
solitary confinement and the movement for its reform and abolishment.
In many countries you will, on a given day, find hundreds or even thousands of
prisoners being locked up in solitary confinement in various institutions—for
days, weeks, months, or even many years at a time. In that sense we are very
far indeed from a situation where a human beings’ very basic social needs are
protected by law and respected in practice in our prisons. Nevertheless, a number
of important developments have taken place during recent decades that have
brought the question of solitary confinement and prison practice to the forefront
and created significant pockets of reform. Two different reform movements have
been significant and at least partly successful in this regard, and they form the
background of this book as well as the conference held in Pittsburgh in 2016.
First, international human rights standards have increasingly been applied
to prisoners in the last half century.14 With regard to solitary confinement, in-
ternational human rights standards have evolved significantly especially in the
last approximately 15 years, and human rights monitoring has expanded since
the 1990’s in Europe and during the last decade or so, internationally as well.15
International and regional human rights bodies, supported by NGOs, individual
researchers and activists have succeeded in strengthening soft law, monitoring,
and torture prevention in this particular area significantly, which to a varying
degree has had an impact on national jurisdictions as well. This development is
reflected in several of the chapters in this volume and is an important reason that
this book has become possible at all.
14 Concerning the “endtimes” of human rights, see Stephen Hopgood, The Endtimes of Human
Rights (New York: Cornell University Press, 2013). Concerning pockets of increased human rights
implementation and protection in prison systems, see Peter Scharff Smith, “Prisons and Human
Rights: Past, Present and Future Challenges,” in The Routledge International Handbook of Criminology
and Human Rights (New York: Routledge, 2016).
15 See Nowak, Chapter 3, this volume; Mendez, Chapter 7, this volume.
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16 See Resnik, Chapter 6, this volume; Fettig and Fathi, Chapter 21, this volume; Lobel, Chapter 22,
this volume.
17 Peter Scharff Smith, “Solitary Confinement—History, Practice, and Human Rights Standards,”
developed standards for those deprived of their liberty. But these conventions do
not themselves address the issue of solitary confinement directly. Nevertheless,
the UN Convention on Civil and Political Rights (ICCPR) from 1966 estab-
lished that: “All persons deprived of their liberty shall be treated with humanity
and with respect for the inherent dignity of the human person,”18 which the UN
Human Rights Committee later interpreted to mean that “persons deprived of
their liberty [may not] be subjected to any hardship or constraint other than that
resulting from the deprivation of liberty.”19
The UN and other regional human rights bodies have also increasingly crit-
icized the practice of prolonged solitary confinement. In 1990 the UN Basic
Principles for the Treatment of Prisoners encouraged states to abolish solitary
confinement as a punishment.20 The UN Committee Against Torture (CAT),
which monitors the Convention Against Torture, began to criticize isolation
practices in different parts of the world and recommended that “the use of soli-
tary confinement be abolished, particularly during pre-trial detention, or at least
that it should be strictly and specifically regulated by law (maximum duration,
etc.) and that judicial supervision should be introduced.”21 Other mechanisms
contributed to these efforts; for example, the UN Committee on the Rights of
the Child recommended that solitary confinement should not be used against
children.22 On a regional level the European Committee for the Prevention of
Torture (CPT) has stated that solitary confinement can amount to inhuman and
degrading treatment and has criticized isolation practices in several countries.23
So too, the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights has been critical of
certain prison systems’ use of solitary confinement. Furthermore, the revised
European Prison Rules of 2006 states: “Solitary confinement shall be imposed as
a punishment only in exceptional cases and for a specified period of time, which
shall be as short as possible.”24
But all these recommendations and standards lie within the area of soft law
and are not in themselves legally binding. They require action and compli-
ance from state authorities and/or that international or national courts adopt
them and turn them into hard law through judgments in concrete prison cases.
Furthermore, after the new European prison rules appeared in 2006, experts
on solitary confinement, prisons, and human rights took stock and identified a
number of crucial problems in this area: The use of solitary confinement was on
18 Article 10.1.
19 The Human Rights Committee, General Comment No. 21[44], article 10 (1-3) 1992.
20 Principle 7.
21 CAT, Visit report, Denmark, 1. May 1997, para. 186.
22 CRC/C/15/Add.273, “Denmark”, 30 September 2005, para. 58 a.
23 See Smith, “Solitary Confinement.”
24 Rule 60.5.
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25 Craig Haney, “Mental Health Issues in Long- Term Solitary and ‘Supermax’ Confinement,”
Crime and Delinquency 49, no. 1 (2003): 124–56; Henrik Steen Andersen, “Mental Health in Prison
Populations: A Review—With Special Emphasis on a Study of Danish Prisoners on Remand,” Acta
Psychiatrica Scandinavica Supplementum 110, no. 424 (2004): 5–59; Peter Scharff Smith, “The
Effects of Solitary Confinement on Prison Inmates: A Brief History and Review of the Literature,” in
Crime and Justice, ed. Michael Tonry (Chicago: Chicago University Press, 2006), 441–528). Haney,
Chapter 8, this volume.
26 Peter Scharff Smith, “Solitary Confinement: An Introduction to the Istanbul Statement on the
Use and Effects of Solitary Confinement,” Torture 18, no. 1 (2008): 56–62.
27 The Istanbul Statement on the Use and Effects of Solitary Confinement, Adopted on December
To sum up, the last fifteen years or so have witnessed increased human rights
attention to the problem of solitary confinement in prisons, and the develop-
ment of standards to significantly restrict and eventually abolish the practice.
Many of the authors of this book have participated in and contributed to this
growing human rights reform movement, which provided a basis for the interna-
tional, interdisciplinary, and comparative approach taken in this book.
The United States, where the increasing use of solitary confinement in the last
few decades of the twentieth century was most dramatic, spawned a reform
movement of its own. Indeed, the conference held at the University of Pittsburgh
Law School in 2016 of which the book is an outgrowth, germinated in part
based on class action litigation brought against the California Department of
Corrections on behalf of over 1,000 prisoners held in prolonged solitary con-
finement at Pelican Bay State Prison in California. That litigation, which success-
fully ended the indeterminate, very prolonged solitary confinement of almost
1,600 California prisoners, was premised on combining prisoner testimony on
the harm and pain caused by their confinement with expert testimony from var-
ious disciplines setting forth the psychological, neurological, and physical harm
caused by solitary confinement. In addition, the expert strategy would also set
forth the international norms limiting the use of prolonged solitary, and in that
sense the two reform movements mentioned here—international human rights
and US prison litigation—converged with this particular case, and now with
this book. Additionally, high-level prison official expertise was employed in the
Pelican Bay case, claiming that California’s practices were penologically unnec-
essary. Finally, international comparison was used to illustrate other nations’ use
of alternatives to draconian isolation. The combination of first-hand experience
with interdisciplinary, international, and comparative expertise was then uti-
lized at the Pittsburgh conference convened by the two co-editors of this book,
and continued with this volume. Indeed, some of the authors of the chapters in
this book were experts in the California case.31 The multifaceted challenge to
solitary confinement contained in the Pelican Bay litigation thus provides rich
intellectual and practical lessons on why and how to reform and eventually end
the practice.32
31 Haney, Chapter 8, this volume; Hawkley, Chapter 11, this volume; Coyle, Chapter 15, this
33 Liz Mineo, “Kennedy Assails Prison Shortcomings,” last modified October 22, 2015, https://
news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2015/10/kennedy-assails-prison-shortcomings/.
34 See Haney, Chapter 8, this volume.
Jules Lobel and Peter Scharff Smith 11
which were moving away from solitary confinement and prohibited the types of
practices imposed by California. We retained Juan Mendez, then the UN Special
Rapporteur on Torture to visit Pelican Bay and write a report on its inconsistency
with international norms and practices. In addition, our international prison ex-
pert also opined on the divergence between California’s practices and what inter-
national society now recognized as sound prison management consistent with
the human rights of the prisoners. In sum, we sought to show that California
was an outlier, out of step and touch with modern prison practices both here and
abroad. Mendez, Coyle, and another former UN Rapporteur, Manfred Nowak,
are authors of chapters in this book, and they have been joined by others who
continue and deepen the multifaceted approach that was employed with the
Pelican Bay litigation.
The importance of these expert reports in the California litigation is two-
fold. First, as a whole, they constitute a thoroughgoing and innovative critique
of prolonged solitary confinement, explaining why it deprives people of basic
human needs, is an affront to human dignity, and is unnecessary.36 As such,
these reports can play an important role in the continuing struggle against soli-
tary confinement. Their insights into the use of solitary at Pelican Bay are greatly
supplemented by the essays in this book, some of which are written by those
experts, but most of which bring their knowledge to deepen and expand both
the critique of solitary and the possibility of alternatives. Second, the reports
illustrate the role that science can play in legal advocacy, and the dilemmas
confronting the interface of law and science in the courtroom, for harnessing sci-
ence for legal advocacy can be incredibly powerful but also difficult and possibly
problematical.
The book is structured in three main parts. The first part, titled “Two Centuries
of Solitary Confinement,” looks at the history of solitary confinement and how
isolation is practiced in various prison systems today, and provides an overview
of how and why relevant law has evolved in the United States and within the
human rights community.
The second part, titled “Mind, Body and Soul—The Harms and Experience of
Solitary Confinement” discusses the physical as well as the mental health effects
of solitary confinement and the frequency of self-injurious behavior in isolation,
and demonstrates how and why research on the effects of social isolation in the
Part one begins with Chapter 2 by Peter Scharff Smith titled “Solitary
Confinement—Effects and Practices from the Nineteenth Century until Today.”
Here Smith traces the history of solitary confinement practices and their effects
in prisons and places of detention from early experiments in late-eighteenth-
century England, to the rise of the modern penitentiary in the United States
and Europe during the nineteenth century, up until present day methods in dif-
ferent countries around the world. Smith demonstrate how various forms of iso-
lation have been, and still are, employed for very different purposes and how
the effects of solitary confinement have been discovered on several occasions in
different contexts during the last two centuries. He concludes by showing that
today few doubt the powerful effects of solitary confinement on mind and body
of prisoners, but the degree to which lawmakers and prison administrators ac-
knowledge this varies greatly.
In Chapter 3, “Global Perspectives on Solitary Confinement—Practices and
Reforms Worldwide,” Manfred Nowak puts the practice of solitary confinement in
the context of and distinguishes it from other aggravated forms of deprivation of
liberty, such as incommunicado detention, secret detention, and enforced disap-
pearance. Nowak proceeds to discuss the relevant case law of human rights courts
and monitoring bodies and compare this with his own experience as UN Special
Rapporteur on Torture and that of his successor Juan Mendez. Nowak describes
how Mendez and himself, based on research into the effects of solitary confine-
ment, helped change and significantly strengthen soft law standards in the area.
In the next chapter, Sharon Shalev builds on her previous work on supermax
prisons in the United States, high-security units across Europe, close-supervision
centers and segregation units in England and Wales, and management and pun-
ishment units in New Zealand, to identify different approaches and common
threads in the use of solitary confinement in different jurisdictions.
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Chapter 21, by Amy Fettig and David Fathi explores how in the United States,
civil society advocacy campaigns working to reform and abolish solitary confine-
ment are interacting with recent and ongoing federal litigation. The authors iposit
that the evolution of policy, practice, litigation, and public knowledge regarding
solitary confinement is pushing the law forward. Momentum for greater legal
protections is growing in the courts and the combination of people power and ju-
risprudential development is leading to substantial new protections for prisoners.
Finally, Jules Lobel’s Chapter 22, discusses the California litigation which resulted
in the virtual elimination of prolonged, indeterminate solitary confinement in that
State’s prisons. He analyzes the use of interdisciplinary, comparative and interna-
tional law experts in that case to demonstrate both the physical and psychological
harms that prisoners held in solitary confinement experienced, the absence of a pe-
nological necessity for such confinement, the alternatives that prison officials could
utilize, and prolonged solitary confinement’s violation of international norms.
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and agility, and thought to crown her efforts by a notable feat, which
was no less than standing on her head on the top of the ladder, and
brandishing the two stilts, from which she had disengaged herself,
round about her, like the arms of a windmill. It required no great
skill to see that the old lady was very much offended with this last
performance, for when the little dish was carried to her, and the
ladder-dancer directed a beseeching look accompanied by an attitude
which seemed to imply that there were other feats yet in reserve, if
encouragement was held out, the patroness of the stair-head could
restrain herself no longer, but poured out a torrent partaking both of
objurgation and admonition.
“Ne’er-do-weel hussie,” and “vagrant gipsy,” were some of the
sharp missiles shot at the unsuspecting figurante, who, as little aware
of the meaning of all this “sharp-toothed violence,” as the bird is of
the mischief aimed at him by the fowler, sadly misapprehended its
import, and thinking it conveyed encouragement and approbation,
ducked her head in acknowledgment, while the thunder of the old
lady’s reprobation rolled about her in the most ceaseless rapidity of
vituperation.
“Ye’re a pretty ane indeed, to play sic antics afore ony body’s
house! Hae ye naebody to learn ye better manners that to rin up and
down a ladder like a squirrel, twisting and turning yoursel till my
banes are sair to look at you? Muckle fitter gin ye would read your
Bible, if as much grace be left to ye; or maybe a religious tract, to
begin wi’, for I doubt ye wad need preparation afore ye could drink at
the spring-head wi’ ony special profit.”
The last part was conveyed with a kind of smile of self-
approbation; for of all tasks, to reclaim a sinner is the most pleasing
and soothing to religious vanity;—so comfortable it is to be allowed
to scold on any terms, but doubly delightful, because it always
implies superiority. But the ladder-dancer and her attendant were
aware of no part of what was passing in the mind of the female
lecturer, and fully as ignorant of the eloquent address I have just
repeated; she only saw, in the gracious looks in which her feats were
condemned, an approval of her labours, for it passed her philosophy
to comprehend the ungodly qualities of standing on the head, or
whirling like a top. Again the ladder-dancer cringed and bowed to
her of the stair-head; and her male supporter, who acted as a kind of
pedestal to her elevation, bowed and grinned a little more grimly,
while the boy held out his plate to receive the results of all this
assiduity. But they could not command a single word of broad
English among them. Theirs only was the eloquence of nods and
grimaces; a monkey could have done as much, and in the present
humour of the old lady, would have been as much approved. The
ladder-dancer grew impatient, and seemed determined on an effort
to close her labours.
“Ah, Madame!” she exclaimed; “Madame” was repeated by the
man, and “Madame” was re-echoed by the boy.
“Nane o’ your nonsense wi’ me,” was the response from the stair-
head; “your madam’ing, and I dinna ken what mair havers. Ye
needna fash your head to stand there a’ day girning at me, and
making sic outlandish sport. I’m mair fule than you, that bides to
look at you; a fine tale they’d hae to tell that could say they saw me
here, idling my precious time on the like o’ you.”
She now whispered to one of the girls, who retired, and soon after
returned, giving her a small parcel, which she examined, and seemed
to say all was right. She beckoned the ladder-dancer, who slid down
with cat-like agility, and was instantly with her, standing a step
lower, in deference to the doughty dame.
“Here,” said she, with a gruff air, which was rather affected than
real, “tak these precious gifts,” handing her a bunch of religious
tracts. “See if ye canna find out your spiritual wants, and learn to
seek for the ‘Pearl of Price.’ My certie, but ye’re a weel-faured
hussie,” examining her more narrowly, “but your gaits are no that
commendable; but for a’ that, a mair broken ship has reached the
land.”
I could observe that she slipped a half-crown into the hand of the
Piedmontoise; and as she turned away to avoid thanks, an elderly
gentleman (perhaps her husband), who stood by, said in a low voice,
—
“That’s like yoursel, Darsie; your bark was aye waur than your bite,
ony day!”—Blackwood’s Magazine, 1826.
THE ELDER’S DEATH-BED.
By Professor Wilson.
It was on a fierce and howling day that I was crossing the dreary
moor of Auchindown, on my way to the manse of that parish—a
solitary pedestrian. The snow, which had been incessantly falling for
a week past, was drifted into beautiful but dangerous wreaths, far
and wide, over the melancholy expanse; and the scene kept visibly
shifting before me, as the strong wind that blew from every point of
the compass struck the dazzling masses, and heaved them up and
down in endless transformation. There was something inspiriting in
the labour with which, in the buoyant strength of youth, I forced my
way through the storm; and I could not but enjoy those gleamings of
sunlight that ever and anon burst through some unexpected opening
in the sky, and gave a character of cheerfulness, and even warmth, to
the sides or summits of the stricken hills. Sometimes the wind
stopped of a sudden, and then the air was as silent as the snow—not
a murmur to be heard from spring or stream, now all frozen up over
those high moorlands. As the momentary cessations of the sharp
drift allowed my eyes to look onwards and around, I saw here and
there, up the little opening valleys, cottages just visible beneath the
black stems of their snow-covered clumps of trees, or beside some
small spot of green pasture kept open for the sheep. These
intimations of life and happiness came delightfully to me in the
midst of the desolation; and the barking of a dog, attending some
shepherd in his quest on the hill, put fresh vigour into my limbs,
telling me that, lonely as I seemed to be, I was surrounded by
cheerful, though unseen company, and that I was not the only
wanderer over the snows.
As I walked along, my mind was insensibly filled with a crowd of
pleasant images of rural winter life, that helped me gladly onwards
over many miles of moor. I thought of the severe but cheerful labours
of the barn—the mending of farm-gear by the fireside—the wheel
turned by the foot of old age less for gain than as a thrifty pastime—
the skilful mother making “auld claes look amaist as weel’s the
new”—the ballad unconsciously listened to by the family all busy at
their own tasks round the singing maiden—the old traditionary tale,
told by some wayfarer hospitably housed till the storm should blow
by—the unexpected visit of neighbours on need or friendship—or the
footstep of lover undeterred by snow-drifts that have buried up his
flocks;—but above all, I thought of those hours of religious worship
that have not yet escaped from the domestic life of the peasantry of
Scotland—of the sound of psalms that the depth of the snow cannot
deaden to the ear of Him to whom they are chanted—and of that
sublime Sabbath-keeping which, on days too tempestuous for the
kirk, changes the cottage of the shepherd into the temple of God.
With such glad and peaceful images in my heart, I travelled along
that dreary moor, with the cutting wind in my face, and my feet
sinking in the snow, or sliding on the hard blue ice beneath it—as
cheerfully as I ever walked in the dewy warmth of a summer
morning, through fields of fragrance and of flowers. And now I could
discern, within half an hour’s walk, before me, the spire of the
church, close to which stood the manse of my aged friend and
benefactor. My heart burned within me as a sudden gleam of stormy
sunlight tipped it with fire; and I felt, at that moment, an
inexpressible sense of the sublimity of the character of that
grayheaded shepherd who had, for fifty years, abode in the
wilderness, keeping together his own happy little flock.
As I was ascending a knoll, I saw before me on horseback an old
man, with his long white hairs beaten against his face, who,
nevertheless, advanced with a calm countenance against the
hurricane. It was no other than my father, of whom I had been
thinking—for my father had I called him for many years, and for
many years my father had he truly been. My surprise at meeting him
on such a moor—on such a day—was but momentary, for I knew that
he was a shepherd who cared not for the winter’s wrath. As he
stopped to take my hand kindly into his, and to give his blessing to
his long-expected visitor, the wind fell calm—the whole face of the
sky was softened, and brightness, like a smile, went over the blushing
and crimson snow. The very elements seemed then to respect the
hoary head of fourscore; and after our first greeting was over, when I
looked around, in my affection, I felt how beautiful was winter.
“I am going,” said he, “to visit a man at the point of death; a man
whom you cannot have forgotten; whose head will be missed in the
kirk next Sabbath by all my congregation; a devout man, who feared
God all his days, and whom, on this awful trial, God will assuredly
remember. I am going, my son, to the Hazel Glen.”
I knew well in childhood that lonely farmhouse, so far off among
the beautiful wild green hills, and it was not likely that I had
forgotten the name of its possessor. For six years’ Sabbaths I had
seen the Elder in his accustomed place beneath the pulpit, and, with
a sort of solemn fear, had looked on his steadfast countenance during
sermon, psalm, and prayer. On returning to the scenes of my infancy,
I now met the pastor going to pray by his deathbed; and, with the
privilege which nature gives us to behold, even in their last
extremity, the loving and the beloved, I turned to accompany him to
the house of sorrow, resignation, and death.
And now, for the first time, I observed walking close to the feet of
his horse, a little boy of about ten years of age, who kept frequently
looking up in the pastor’s face, with his blue eyes bathed in tears. A
changeful expression of grief, hope, and despair, made almost pale
cheeks that otherwise were blooming in health and beauty; and I
recognised, in the small features and smooth forehead of childhood,
a resemblance to the aged man whom we understood was now lying
on his death-bed. “They had to send his grandson for me through the
snow, mere child as he is,” said the minister to me, looking tenderly
on the boy; “but love makes the young heart bold—and there is One
who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.”
I again looked on the fearless child with his rosy cheeks, blue eyes,
and yellow hair, so unlike grief or sorrow, yet now sobbing aloud as if
his heart would break. “I do not fear but that my grandfather will yet
recover, as soon as the minister has said one single prayer by his
bedside. I had no hope, or little, as I was running by myself to the
manse over hill after hill, but I am full of hopes, now that we are
together; and oh! if God suffers my grandfather to recover, I will lie
awake all the long winter nights blessing Him for His mercy. I will
rise up in the middle of the darkness, and pray to Him in the cold on
my naked knees!” and here his voice was choked, while he kept his
eyes fixed, as if for consolation and encouragement, on the solemn
and pitying countenance of the kind-hearted pious old man.
We soon left the main road, and struck off through scenery that,
covered as it was with the bewildering snow, I sometimes dimly and
sometimes vividly remembered; our little guide keeping ever a short
distance before us, and with a sagacity like that of instinct, showing
us our course, of which no trace was visible, save occasionally his
own little footprints as he had been hurrying to the manse.
After crossing, for several miles, morass and frozen rivulet, and
drifted hollow, with here and there the top of a stone-wall peeping
through the snow, or the more visible circle of a sheep-bucht, we
descended into the Hazel-glen, and saw before us the solitary house
of the dying Elder.
A gleam of days gone by came suddenly over my soul. The last time
that I had been in this glen was on a day of June, fifteen years before,
—a holiday, the birthday of the king. A troop of laughing schoolboys,
headed by our benign pastor, we danced over the sunny braes, and
startled the linnets from their nests among the yellow broom.
Austere as seemed to us the Elder’s Sabbath face when sitting in the
kirk, we schoolboys knew that it had its week-day smiles, and we flew
on the wings of joy to our annual festival of curds and cream in the
farm-house of that little sylvan world. We rejoiced in the flowers and
the leaves of that long, that interminable summer day; its memory
was with our boyish hearts from June to June; and the sound of that
sweet name, “Hazel Glen,” often came upon us at our tasks, and
brought too brightly into the school-room the pastoral imagery of
that mirthful solitude.
As we now slowly approached the cottage through a deep snow-
drift, which the distress within had prevented the household from
removing, we saw peeping out from the door, brothers and sisters of
our little guide, who quickly disappeared, and then their mother
showed herself in their stead, expressing by her raised eyes, and
arms folded across her breast, how thankful she was to see at last the
pastor, beloved in joy and trusted in trouble.
Soon as the venerable old man dismounted from his horse, our
active little guide led it away into the humble stable, and we entered
the cottage. Not a sound was heard but the ticking of the clock. The
matron, who had silently welcomed us at the door, led us, with
suppressed sighs and a face stained with weeping, into her father’s
sick room, which even in that time of sore distress was as orderly as
if health had blessed the house. I could not help remarking some old
china ornaments on the chimneypiece, and in the window was an
ever-blowing rose-tree, that almost touched the lowly roof, and
brightened that end of the apartment with its blossoms. There was
something tasteful in the simple furniture; and it seemed as if grief
could not deprive the hand of that matron of its careful elegance.
Sickness, almost hopeless sickness, lay there, surrounded with the
same cheerful and beautiful objects which health had loved; and she,
who had arranged and adorned the apartment in her happiness, still
kept it from disorder and decay in her sorrow.
With a gentle hand she drew the curtain of the bed, and there,
supported by pillows as white as the snow that lay without, reposed
the dying Elder. It was plain that the hand of God was upon him, and
that his days on the earth were numbered.
He greeted his minister with a faint smile, and a slight inclination
of the head—for his daughter had so raised him on the pillows, that
he was almost sitting up in his bed. It was easy to see that he knew
himself to be dying, and that his soul was prepared for the great
change; yet, along with the solemn resignation of a Christian who
had made his peace with God and his Saviour, there was blended on
his white and sunken countenance an expression of habitual
reverence for the minister of his faith; and I saw that he could not
have died in peace without that comforter to pray by his death-bed.
A few words sufficed to tell who was the stranger;—and the dying
man, blessing me by name, held out to me his cold shrivelled hand,
in token of recognition. I took my seat at a small distance from the
bedside, and left a closer station for those who were more dear. The
pastor sat down near his head; and, by the bed, leaning on it with
gentle hands, stood that matron, his daughter-in-law—a figure that
would have graced and sainted a higher dwelling, and whose native
beauty was now more touching in its grief. But religion upheld her
whom nature was bowing down. Not now for the first time were the
lessons taught by her father to be put into practice, for I saw that she
was clothed in deep mourning and she behaved like the daughter of a
man whose life had been not only irreproachable but lofty, with fear
and hope fighting desperately but silently in the core of her pure and
pious heart.
While we thus remained in silence, the beautiful boy, who, at the
risk of his life, had brought the minister of religion to the bedside of
his beloved grandfather, softly and cautiously opened the door, and
with the hoar-frost yet unmelted on his bright glistering ringlets,
walked up to the pillow, evidently no stranger there. He no longer
sobbed—he no longer wept—for hope had risen strongly within his
innocent heart, from the consciousness of love so fearlessly exerted,
and from the presence of the holy man in whose prayers he trusted,
as in the intercession of some superior and heavenly nature. There
he stood, still as an image in his grandfather’s eyes, that, in their
dimness, fell upon him with delight. Yet, happy as was the trusting
child, his heart was devoured by fear, and he looked as if one word
might stir up the flood of tears that had subsided in his heart. As he
crossed the dreary and dismal moors, he had thought of a corpse, a
shroud, and a grave; he had been in terror, lest death should strike in
his absence the old man, with whose gray hairs he had so often
played; but now he saw him alive, and felt that death was not able to
tear him away from the clasps, and links, and fetters of his
grandchild’s embracing love.
“If the storm do not abate,” said the sick man, after a pause, “it will
be hard for my friends to carry me over the drifts to the kirkyard.”
This sudden approach to the grave struck, as with a bar of ice, the
heart of the loving boy; and, with a long deep sigh, he fell down with
his face like ashes on the bed, while the old man’s palsied right hand
had just strength to lay itself upon his head. “Blessed be thou, my
little Jamie, even for His own name’s sake who died for us on the
tree!” The mother, without terror, but with an averted face, lifted up
her loving-hearted boy, now in a dead fainting-fit, and carried him
into an adjoining room, where he soon revived. But that child and
the old man were not to be separated. In vain he was asked to go to
his brothers and sisters;—pale, breathless, and shivering, he took his
place as before, with eyes fixed on his grandfather’s face, but neither
weeping nor uttering a word. Terror had frozen up the blood of his
heart; but his were now the only dry eyes in the room; and the pastor
himself wept—albeit the grief of fourscore is seldom vented in tears.
“God has been gracious to me, a sinner,” said the dying man.
“During thirty years that I have been an elder in your kirk, never
have I missed sitting there one Sabbath. When the mother of my
children was taken from me—it was on a Tuesday she died, and on
Saturday she was buried—we stood together when my Alice was let
down into the narrow house made for all living; on the Sabbath I
joined in the public worship of God: she commanded me to do so the
night before she went away. I could not join in the psalm that
Sabbath, for her voice was not in the throng. Her grave was covered
up, and grass and flowers grew there; so was my heart; but thou,
whom, through the blood of Christ, I hope to see this night in
Paradise, knowest that, from that hour to this day, never have I
forgotten thee!”
The old man ceased speaking, and his grandchild, now able to
endure the scene (for strong passion is its own support), glided softly
to a little table, and bringing a cup in which a cordial had been
mixed, held it in his small soft hands to his grandfather’s lips. He
drank, and then said, “Come closer to me, Jamie, and kiss me for
thine own and thy father’s sake;” and as the child fondly pressed his
rosy lips on those of his grandfather, so white and withered, the tears
fell over all the old man’s face, and then trickled down on the golden
head of the child, at last sobbing in his bosom.
“Jamie, thy own father has forgotten thee in thy infancy, and me in
my old age; but, Jamie, forget not thou thy father nor thy mother, for
that thou knowest and feelest is the commandment of God.”
The broken-hearted boy could give no reply. He had gradually
stolen closer and closer unto the old loving man, and now was lying,
worn out with sorrow, drenched and dissolved in tears, in his
grandfather’s bosom. His mother had sunk down on her knees and
hid her face with her hands. “Oh! if my husband knew but of this—he
would never, never desert his dying father!” and I now knew that the
Elder was praying on his death-bed for a disobedient and wicked
son.
At this affecting time the minister took the family Bible on his
knees, and said, “Let us sing to the praise and glory of God, part of
the fifteenth psalm;” and he read, with a tremulous and broken voice,
those beautiful verses:—
“Within thy tabernacle, Lord,
Who shall abide with thee?
And in Thy high and holy hill
Who shall a dweller be?
The man that walketh uprightly,
And worketh righteousness,
And as he thinketh in his heart,
So doth he truth express.”
By D. M. Moir, M.D.
How then was the Devil drest?
He was in his Sunday’s best;
His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,
With a hole behind, where his tail came through.
About this time[8] there arose a great sough and surmise that some
loons were playing false with the kirkyard, howking up the bodies
from their damp graves, and hurling them away to the college.
Words canna describe the fear, and the dool, and the misery it
caused. All flocked to the kirk yett; and the friends of the newly
buried stood by the mools, which were yet dark, and the brown,
newly-cast divots, that had not yet ta’en root, looking with mournful
faces, to descry any tokens of sinking in.
8. See ante, “Benjie’s Christening,” page 214.
I’ll never forget it. I was standing by when three young lads took
shools, and, lifting up the truff, proceeded to howk down to the
coffin, wherein they had laid the gray hairs of their mother. They
looked wild and bewildered like, and the glance of their een was like
that of folk out of a mad-house; and none dared in the world to have
spoken to them. They didna even speak to ane anither; but wrought
on wi’ a great hurry till the spades struck on the coffin-lid—which
was broken. The dead-claithes were there huddled a’thegither in a
nook, but the dead was gane. I took haud o’ Willie Walker’s arm, and
looked down. There was a cauld sweat all ower me;—losh me! but I
was terribly frighted and eerie. Three mair graves were opened, and
a’ just alike, save and except that of a wee unkirstened wean, which
was aff bodily, coffin and a’.
There was a burst of righteous indignation throughout the parish;
nor without reason. Tell me that doctors and graduates maun hae the
dead; but tell it not to Mansie Wauch, that our hearts maun be
trampled in the mire of scorn, and our best feelings laughed at, in
order that a bruise may be properly plaistered up, or a sair head
cured. Verily, the remedy is waur than the disease.
But what remead? It was to watch in the session-house, with
loaded guns, night about, three at a time. I never likit to gang into
the kirkyard after darkening, let-a-be to sit there through a lang
winter night, windy and rainy, it may be, wi’ nane but the dead
around us. Save us! it was an unco thought, and garred a’ my flesh
creep; but the cause was gude,—my spirit was roused, and I was
determined no to be dauntoned.
I counted and counted, but the dread day at length came, and I
was summonsed. All the leivelang afternoon, when ca’ing the needle
upon the brod, I tried to whistle Jenny Nettles, Niel Gow, and ither
funny tunes, and whiles crooned to mysel between hands; but my
consternation was visible, and a’ wadna do.
It was in November, and the cauld glimmering sun sank behind
the Pentlands. The trees had been shorn of their frail leaves; and the
misty night was closing fast in upon the dull and short day; but the
candles glittered at the shop windows, and leery-light-the-lamps was
brushing about wi’ his ladder in his oxter, and bleezing flamboy
sparking out behind him. I felt a kind of qualm of faintness and
down-sinking about my heart and stomach, to the dispelling of which
I took a thimbleful of spirits, and, tying my red comforter about my
neck, I marched briskly to the session-house. A neighbour (Andrew
Goldie, the pensioner) lent me his piece, and loaded it to me. He took
tent that it was only half-cock, and I wrapped a napkin round the
dog-head, for it was raining. No being acquaint wi’ guns, I keepit the
muzzle aye awa frae me; as it is every man’s duty no to throw his
precious life into jeopardy.
A furm was set before the session-house fire, which bleezed
brightly, nor had I ony thought that such an unearthly place could
have been made to look half so comfortable, either by coal or candle;
so my speerits rose up as if a weight had been ta’en aff them, and I
wondered in my bravery, that a man like me could be afeard of
onything. Nobody was there but a touzy, ragged, halflins callant of
thirteen (for I speired his age), wi’ a desperate dirty face, and lang
carroty hair, tearing a speldrin wi’ his teeth, which lookit lang and
sharp eneugh, and throwing the skin and lugs intil the fire.
We sat for amaist an hour thegither, cracking the best way we
could in sic a place; nor was onybody mair likely to cast up. The night
was now pit-mirk; the wind soughed amid the headstanes and
railings of the gentry (for we maun a’ dee); and the black corbies in
the steeple-holes cackled and crawed in a fearsome manner. A’ at
ance we heard a lonesome sound; and my heart began to play pit-pat
—my skin grew a’ rough, like a poukit chicken—and I felt as if I didna
ken what was the matter with me. It was only a false alarm, however,
being the warning of the clock; and in a minute or twa thereafter the
bell struck ten. Oh, but it was a lonesome and dreary sound! Every
chap gaed through my breast like the dunt of a forehammer.
Then up and spak the red headed laddie: “It’s no fair; anither
should hae come by this time. I wad rin awa hame, only I’m
frightened to gang out my lane. Do ye think the doup o’ that candle
wad carry in my cap?”
“Na, na, lad; we maun bide here, as we are here now. Leave me
alane! Lord save us! and the yett lockit, and the bethrel sleepin’ wi’
the key in his breek-pouches! We canna win out now, though we
would,” answered I, trying to look brave, though half frightened out
of my seven senses. “Sit down, sit down; I’ve baith whisky and porter
wi’ me. Hae, man, there’s a cauker to keep your heart warm; and set
down that bottle,” quoth I, wiping the sawdust aff it with my hand,
“to get a toast; I’se warrant it for Deacon Jaffrey’s best brown stout.”
The wind blew higher, and like a hurricane; the rain began to fall
in perfect spouts; the auld kirk rumbled, and rowed, and made a sad
soughing; and the bourtree tree behind the house, where auld
Cockburn, that cuttit his throat, was buried, creakit and crazed in a
frightful manner; but as to the roaring of the troubled waters, and
the bumming in the lum-head, they were past a’ power of
description. To make bad worse, just in the heart of the brattle, the
grating sound of the yett turning on its rusty hinges was but too
plainly heard. What was to be done? I thought of our baith running
away; and then of our locking oursels in, and firing through the door;
but wha was to pull the trigger?
Gudeness watch ower us! I tremble yet when I think on’t. We were
perfectly between the deil and the deep sea—either to stand and fire
our gun, or rin and be shot at. It was really a hang choice. As I stood
swithering and shaking, the laddie ran to the door, and thrawing
round the key, clapped his back till’t. Oh! how I lookit at him, as he
stude, for a gliff, like a magpie hearkening wi’ his lug cockit up, or
rather like a terrier watching a rotten.
“They’re coming! they’re coming!” he cried out; “cock the piece, ye
sumph,” while the red hair rose up from his pow like feathers;
“they’re coming, I hear them tramping on the gravel!” Out he
stretched his arms against the wall, and brizzed his back against the
door like mad; as if he had been Samson pushing over the pillars in
the house of Dagon. “For the Lord’s sake, prime the gun,” he cried
out, “or our throats will be cut frae lug to lug, before we can say Jack
Robinson! See that there’s priming in the pan!”
I did the best I could; but my hale strength could hardly lift up the
piece, which waggled to and fro like a cock’s tail on a rainy day; my
knees knockit against ane anither, and though I was resigned to dee
—I trust I was resigned to dee—’od, but it was a frightfu’ thing to be
out of ane’s bed, and to be murdered in an auld session-house, at the
dead hour of night, by unyearthly resurrection-men—or rather let me
call them devils incarnate—wrapt up in dreadnoughts, wi’ blackit
faces, pistols, big sticks, and other deadly weapons.
A snuff-snuffing was heard; and through below the door I saw a
pair of glancing black een. ’Od, but my heart nearly loupit aff the bit
—a snouff and a gur—gurring, and ower a’ the plain tramp of a man’s
heavy tackets and cuddy-heels amang the gravel. Then cam a great
slap like thunder on the wall; and the laddie quitting his grip, fell
down, crying, “Fire, fire!—murder! holy murder!”
“Wha’s there?” growled a deep rough voice; “open—I’m a friend.”
I tried to speak, but could not; something like a halfpenny roll was
sticking in my throat, so I tried to cough it up, but it wadna come.
“Gie the pass-word, then,” said the laddie, staring as if his een wad
loupen out; “gie the pass-word!”
First cam a loud whussle, and then “Copmahagen,” answered the
voice. Oh! what a relief! The laddie started up like ane crazy wi’ joy.
“Ou! ou!” cried he, thrawing round the key, and rubbing his hands,
“by jingo! it’s the bethrel—it’s the bethrel—it’s auld Isaac himsel!”
First rushed in the dog, and then Isaac, wi’ his glazed hat, slouched
ower his brow, and his horn bowet glimmering by his knee. “Has the
French landit, do ye think? Losh keep us a’!” said he, wi’ a smile on
his half-idiot face (for he was a kind of a sort of a natural, wi’ an
infirmity in his leg). “’Od sauf us, man, put by your gun. Ye dinna
mean to shoot me, do ye? What are ye aboot here wi’ the door lockit?
I just keppit four resurrectioners louping ower the wa’.”
“Gude guide us!” I said, taking a long breath to drive the blude frae
my heart, and something relieved by Isaac’s company. “Come now,
Isaac, ye’re just giein’ us a fright. Isn’t that true, Isaac?”
“Yes, I’m joking,—and what for no? But they might have been, for
onything ye wad hae hindered them to the contrair, I’m thinking. Na,
na, ye maunna lock the door; that’s no fair play.”
When the door was put ajee, and the furm set fornent the fire, I
gied Isaac a dram to keep his heart up on sic a cauld, stormy night.
’Od, but he was a droll fallow, Isaac. He sung and leuch as if he had
been boozing in Lucky Tamson’s, wi’ some of his drucken cronies.
Fient a hair cared he about auld kirks, or kirkyards, or vouts, or
through-stanes, or dead folk in their winding-sheets, wi’ the wet
grass growing ower them; and at last I began to brighten up a wee
mysel; so when he had gone ower a good few funny stories, I said to
him, quoth I, “Mony folk, I daresay, mak mair noise about their
sitting up in a kirkyard than it’s a’ worth. There’s naething here to
harm us.”
“I beg to differ wi’ ye there,” answered Isaac, taking out his horn
mull from his coat pouch, and tapping on the lid in a queer style—“I
could gie anither version of that story. Did ye no ken of three young
doctors—Eirish students—alang wi’ some resurrectioners, as waff
and wild as themselves, firing shottie for shottie wi’ the guard at
Kirkmabreck, and lodging three slugs in ane o’ their backs, forbye
firing a ramrod through anither ane’s hat?”