"The Right to Privacy" by Ellen Alderman and Caroline Kennedy (book excerpt)

[searchem]

This is a real life event. Not a fictional story. This was jail lockup policy for all females jailed in Chicago, Illinois (USA), even for minor traffic violations, between the years 1952 and 1997. Men detained for similar violations were pat-searched. - Searchem



Here is an excerpt from the book

"The Right to Privacy"

by Ellen Alderman and Caroline Kennedy.

Joan W. remembers exactly what she was wearing on Jan.28, 1978. "I remember very distinctly, because when they made me undress, I had a whole lot of stuff to take off." Joan, age 32, had recently graduated from medical school and moved to Chicago to take a job as an intern at the local VA hospital. On a rare Saturday off, she and her sister were headed to the Art Institute.

Joan dressed warmly for a windy, wintry day, all in her favorite color, purple. She wore panty hose, slacks, a turtleneck, a silk blouse with a tie, a sweater and some inexpensive jewelry. "I was really dolled up, you know, to go looking 'artsy' to the Art Institute."

The two women were nearing the museum when a police officer stopped them. Joan had no idea what she had done wrong. The officer explained that the two - way street they were driving on had turned one - way, something Joan, unfamiliar with the city, had not known. She expected the officer to write her a ticket, but instead he directed her to follow him to the police station. Joan thought that was odd, but dutifully followed along.

At the station, she was informed that she had several outstanding parking tickets. Joan offered to pay the fines, but was told she had to be taken to the women's lock - up across town. She asked if her sister could come along and was told no. Joan asked if she could make a phone call, and was told no. She asked where, specifically, she was being taken, and was told nothing.

"They put me in a paddy wagon -- one of those police wagons they take criminals to jail in." The wagon had a small window with bars, little steel shelves for seats, and nothing to hold onto. This was of particular significance to Joan who, since she was a teenager, had suffered from a form of rheumatoid arthritis affecting her spine, hips, and joints. The ride in the paddy wagon took nearly half an hour, and by the time they reached the police station Joan was hobbling and angry.

Walking with a stiff limp, she followed the officers through a loading dock area and up an elevator to a floor of jail cells. She kept asking where they were going, but got no response.

"They put me in a cell -- a regular jail cell -- and locked it." The cell was cold, gray and empty, except for a toilet with a plywood cover. For a moment, Joan was simply stunned that she was there.

Within minutes, two matrons entered the cell and demanded that Joan take off all of her clothes.

"Excuse me?" Joan responded.

"Take off all your clothes," one of the matrons repeated.

"I'm in here for parking tickets" Joan explained. She assumed there had to be some kind of mix - up or misunderstanding. Several more matrons entered the cell and told Joan, "You better start taking off your clothes now or you're in for big trouble."

Joan continued to protest. She said she had not known it was a one - way street and that she was ready to write a check for the parking tickets. The matrons again ordered her to strip. "They were clearly delighted that I was kind of putting up a fight."

The matrons moved in closer and Joan began to feel afraid. So she started taking articles of clothing off, very slowly, one piece at a time. "I was trying to see what was going to happen. I was very modest.

That is just the way I was. Even back n the sixties, in college, I wouldn't take a shower or get undressed in front of anybody. My mother is kind of Victorian. Actually she is very Victorian. And, well, it was just inconceivable to me that I was going to be in a jail cell taking my clothes off."

Joan removed her shoes, socks, sweater and jewelry, then could go no further. "Look," she said, "I'm a doctor. I don't even do this to my patients! They have sheets and gowns and everything. And I am only here for parking tickets !!"

At the mention of Joan's profession, she says the matrons hooted. They clearly did not believe her and began mocking the "doctor" in their midst.

An older matron approached the cell and Joan thought she had come to stop the harassment. Instead, the woman told her to strip " if you know what's good for you." The four other matrons moved in, forcing Joan to the back of the cell. By now she was extremely frightened. Trembling, she removed her blouse, turtleneck and pantyhose. The matrons told her to keep going. Joan took off her underwear. "And then I just stood there."

"Raise your left breast," one of the matrons ordered. Joan did. "Now raise your right breast." Joan did as she was told. She was no longer protesting. She wasn't saying a word. Then the matrons told Joan to "spread your lips."

"I swear to God," Joan says, "I really wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. I'm more familiar with that kind of language now, but then I didn't know. " Joan opened her mouth. The matrons were yelling now, "spread your lips !" Joan opened her mouth wider. "Your lips, lady, your pussy!"

Finally, Joan understood and she spread the lips of her vagina. The matrons ordered her to squat, which she did. The matrons taunted the "doctor" and told her she was not doing anything right.

"Get the hell up in there and spread it!" they said. Joan was spreading and squatting, all at once, each time they told her to.

"Now turn around and bend over," they ordered. "Spread your cheeks." Joan turned around, bent over, and pulled her buttocks apart so they could look inside.

" I felt like an animal," Joan says. " I felt like I had no control. I felt like I was going through some -- some kid of deportation or kind of a -- I felt like what I thought people I had seen in films of Nazis. I felt like one of those people."



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[Survivor29]

Personally, I don't like true stories like that. It just makes me sad. For me, I can enjoy fictional erotica, specifically written for the purpose of fantasy fulfillment, the same way I can enjoy roleplay or watch a porno (because it is acting), but this just makes me sad.

[searchem]

Your reaction is exactly what the authors of the book had hoped for, sadness or repulsion. The book, written in the mid-90's, was written not to entertain or titillate but to bring about change. And it did just that, within two years of the book's publication changes were made in how female prisoners were processed in Cook County (chicago) jails and holding facilities.

As for me, at my sites, I've always included real stories, clearly labeled as such, along with the fictional stories. To me it demonstrates the thin line that often exists between real and fictional. If you subscribe to the belief that the best fiction should be believable. And not all writers subscribe to that belief, Joe Doe for one believes just the opposite. Joe clearly leaves no doubt that his stories are fictional, yet still makes the stories work and in an entertaining fashion. But if you do subscribe to that belief, then you should be aware of what is or has happened in the real world.

That said, this is not my site and if members find this story upsetting I have no problem with it's removal.

[searchem]

There's no need to take it down. Real life is seldom as much fun as fantasy after all.

My own stories here are deliberately ridiculous and not to be taken seriously - just pure fantasy and fun.

[Survivor29]

I am not asking for it to be removed, I am just giving my honest comment. It certainly fits the criteria for the type of story posted here and it's a publicly available story.

I find it interesting that you talk about realism because I have sometimes noticed people criticize pornos, hilariously enough, for being "unrealistic", but I actually like them that way. From my personal pov, I want a script that I could believe people would willingly roleplay for fun. Which includes some situations where people will play the part of the submissive role. What I do not personally enjoy is anything that just communicates pure real misery. For me, non-fiction does that. Fiction sometimes does it, but there is a lot more wiggle room when it is literally pretend.

Honestly, I might have liked it if it was fiction. I don't know. It's hard to tell! All I know is I read it as a piece of non-fiction and couldn't get it out of my head that it wasn't acting, it was just a bunch of assholes abusing their power and hurting an innocent person. So yeah, definitely a bit weird.

Most of the fiction stuff I like is about girls who are submissive and have a mix of embarrassment and sexual excitement. I don't like it when it feels purely sadistic. Makes me think of masochist porn. I have a video called "Melissa Jacobs Stripped in the Park" which I really liked. I'll talk about that more in a second, but the reason I am reminded of it is that it led to me searching for more stuff with Melissa Jacobs in it. "Melissa Jacobs Stripped in the Park" is really more of an enf video.

A little bit on the bdsm type side, since she is forced to strip and it's not a wardrobe malfunction or anything, but the acting is kind of goofy and they're just playing a game. However, the other videos I found with Melissa Jacobs were really brutal bdsm stuff. Way too harsh for my taste, even though she is clearly an actress, it's clearly all fake, and honestly it seems like she enjoys it. Why else would she prefer to do primarily BDSM porn instead of just normal porn? Nevertheless, I was disappointed to find that I hated every other work I saw Melissa Jacobs in other than this one video.

Anyway, about "Melissa Jacobs Stripped in the Park". I actually have it and I don't mind uploading it, but I don't know how. I mainly just wanted to share it because it's such a perfect example of enf that I like but which has acting so derpy that I simply would not argue if you said it was bad. Nevertheless, I like it for some stupid reason. First Melissa is acting like a bitch to some homeless guy then he just demands she gives him her clothes and she just does it with the most hilarious line of protest. "Look, I don't have any other clothes with me, and if I give you these clothes then I'm gunna be naked. I mean, I'm in a public park and someone could see me."

It's derpy and I just like it better that way.

[searchem]

I appreciate and respect your opinion. I'm sure that everyone who is a member of this group has somewhat different taste in stories. Some of what I find to be my favorite stories get down-voted on Reddit, we all have differing opinions.

[searchem]

"De gustibus non disputandum est"
It is, no doubt, a strip search, and a good write. It fits into this board, IMHO.

[searchem]

I liked this and the newswire articles. They aren't hot in the same way stories written to be so are, but it is interesting to hear about what goes on in the real world. maybe they can give inspiration to writers as well.