By Camilo Smith
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By Sean Pendergast
By Sean Pendergast
By Jeff Balke
CRIME, COVER STORY
Doing Time, Wrongly
Finally, a chat with our cover subject
Dooney & Bourke knockoff purses and stainless steel crosses line a long row of picnic tables at the Angola Prison Rodeo craft sale. The artisans wait close behind in a parallel craggy row, separated from their wares by a chain-link fence. There's a lot of sitting, smoking, staring among those in prison-issued garb. There's less selling.
"Hey, do you know John Kinsel?" a prisoner is asking as he guides me down the row of artist inmates. Blank stares. A shake of the head. "John Kinsel? Anybody?" Nobody knows him.
"Right here," says a man, who's gripping the fence with one raised arm and holding a cigarette with the other. "I'm John Kinsel." He smiles.
Eleven years in prison have aged Kinsel, whose plight we detailed in the April 14 cover story "Life Without Parole."
After being charged with raping a child, Kinsel was convicted and sentenced to life without parole based almost exclusively on the nine-year-old's testimony. Even when the girl came forward as an adult and said she had made the accusations up, and even after a judge ordered a new trial, he's still behind bars: or, in today's case, a long sheath of wire.
Kinsel spends every free minute in Angola's hobby shop, where he makes earrings, necklaces, rings and bracelets to sell at the prison rodeo craft show. His is the only stall with a sign: "Garbage Can Jewelers, Incarcerated" it reads, with two overturned trash cans spewing painted trash.
"It's an attention getter," he explains. He stares out at the few customers who pause in front of his stall, neither extinguishing his cigarette nor budging from his post. Kinsel is a casual businessman, making one-word suggestions to women who look halfway interested.
"Earrings?" he asks one.
He doesn't give a shit if she buys them or not. She doesn't. Anyway, a good chunk of the sale would go to Burl Cain, Angola's warden. "Burl takes 42 percent on credit cards and 20 percent on cash," Kinsel says. With what's left over, Kinsel buys cigarettes, clothes, shoes and food.
Kinsel has two prison tattoos: a naked lady on his left arm and a hellish looking skull on his right. He doesn't exactly look like a jewelry lover, but there is one piece he won't part with. Around his ring finger, Kinsel wears a silver band he made bearing the letters AMA. He tells his friends it stands for Another Mad American, but he tells me it really stands for Adrienne Marie Alberts — his ex-girlfriend whose daughter put him in prison. The ring is as permanent as his tattoos.
Or, to make a grimmer simile, it's as permanent as his prison sentence: life without parole. Kinsel keeps mostly to himself at Angola, but there are two men he counts as close friends. Neither of them thinks he has much of a shot at getting out, even with an active case in the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals.
One is Lonnie Easterwood. He's selling intricate wooden balls that expand into myriad compartments when twisted a certain way. ("I've had a lot of time to figure stuff out," he tells us.) Easterwood is on year 32 of a life+40 sentence for first-degree murder.
He says he's seen fewer and fewer of his friends leave over the years. Years ago, he says, prison guards would give out bulletins every week that informed prisoners when they had a shot at a new trial, parole, or release. Now, he no longer sees the sheets being handed out. "There's no sense in wasting a blank sheet of paper," he said.
It's why Easterwood thinks Kinsel will have to stick around for a while, likely for life. "I'm doing the time, I knew what I did was wrong," he says. "Maybe I don't deserve a chance. But John does."
Doing It Daily
Theres tons of stuff each day on the Houston Press blogs; youre only getting a taste of it here in the print edition. Head to blogs.houstonpress.com/hairballs (or /rocks or /eating or /artattack).
A Jim Rome Smack-Off is always "epic," and so was the long-awaited (and long) analysis of this year's event by our Sean Pendergast, a past five-time winner. Color him underwhelmed. We also looked at Auburn QB Cam Newton's hilarious implosion on ESPN's "Camp Gruden" segment with Jon Gruden; Coach Rick Adelman and the Rockets parted ways, boringly, and the Aeros showed Houston it actually is possible to have playoff success in this town.
In honor of the 175th anniversary of the Battle of San Jacinto, we offered a quiz — featuring silk underwear, syphilis and Dennis Quaid — that even a non-Texan could pass. We had brutal underground footage from a dairy farm, and talked with the farm's owner. And parents in Aggieland will get a state investigation into their claims that a fire at a chemical plant caused an unusual outbreak of birth defects.
We told prom-goers where to dine instead of the Cheesecake Factory on the big night: Haven. We named our top five grilled cheese sandwiches — did you know April is National Grilled Cheese Month? Getting in the holiday spirit, we blogged about the dumbest foodstuffs in which Christ has appeared — a Cheeto? really? — and we gave instructions for cooking the Easter Bunny. As Katharine Shilcutt said, "Meat is murder. Tasty, tasty murder."