July 13, 2025 • 31 mins
Deep in the Florida Everglades, where corruption runs as thick as the swamp, a broken immigration detention center becomes ground zero for a darkly comic uprising. When mild-mannered maintenance worker Tommy Esperanza is wrongfully detained, he teams up with a mysterious fellow inmate to turn the system upside down—using bureaucracy’s own chaos against it. With wisecracking narration from Southern legend Beau Thibodaux, Alligator Alcatraz is a sharp, satirical romp through government failure, family separation, and unlikely heroism. It’s Shawshank Redemption meets Veep, with gators.
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Calaruga Shark Media.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
I've been in a lot of places where people don't
want to be county lock up in Baton Rouge that
smelled like desperation, and Pine saw that federal facility up
in Beaumont where the guards were meaner than the inmates
and twice as stupid. Even did sometime in a parish
jail where the cockroaches paid rent and the rats had
voting rights. But I ain't never seen nothing quite like
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this place. They call Alligator Alcatraz course that ain't its
real name. Real names something bureaucratic and forgettable. Dade call
your Intensive Detention and Processing Facility or some such nonsense
that sounds like it was named by a committee of
lawyers who never seen the business end of a pair
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of handcuffs. But when you got gators swimming in the moat,
they didn't mean to dig in water moccasins using the
guard towers for sunbathing. Well, some names just stick, like
Spanish moss on a cypress tree. The thing about this
place is it was built by folks who never been
anywhere more rural than a country club golf course. They
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figured they'd stick us out here in the middle of
nowhere with some prehistoric reptiles for company, and that'd be
the end of it. Problem solved, as they say in Washington.
What they didn't figure on was that some of us
been living with gaiters our whole lives. Hell. My granddaddy
used to wrestle them for tourist money down in Huma,
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back when a dollar meant something and a man's word
was worth more than a politician's promise. These boys from
up north, they think an alligator is like a guard
dog with bigger teeth in a worse attitude. Shows you
how much they know about anything that matters. See, they
got this idea that if you make a place miserable enough,
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uncomfortable enough, dangerous enough, folks will do anything to stay
away from it. And maybe that works with some people.
But what they don't understand is that some of us
been miserable and uncomfortable our whole lives, and we learned
something they never did, how to make the best of
a bad situation. That's where this story really starts, not
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with the politicians making speeches or the bureaucrats cutting ribbons,
but with a man named Thomas Esperanza, Tommy we called him.
And if you think that name's too convenient for the
story I'm telling. Well, sometimes life has a sense of
humor darker than a Louisiana by you at midnight. This
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is episode one, Welcome to Paradise, July fifteenth, twenty twenty five.
That's the day they opened this place for business, though
business might be too generous a word for what they
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were trying to do. I was in the first batch
of what they called residence, though I ain't never lived
anywhere where residents had to ask permission to use the
bathroom and got their mail read by strangers. Picture this
a convoy of buses rolling through the Everglades at dawn,
air conditioning, struggling against the Florida heat like a one
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legged cat in a sandbox. We're all pressed against the windows,
trying to figure out where exactly they're taking us, when
suddenly the road just ends, turns into a dirt track
that winds through saw grass and cypress trees, passed warning
signs about alligators that somebody clearly put up in a hurry,
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And then you see it rising out of the swamp
like some fever dream of efficiency. This collection of prefab
buildings and chain link fence guard towers that looked like
they were assembled by people who'd never seen a guard
tower except in movies, and enough razor wire to gift
wrap the state capitol. But the thing that really caught
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your attention wasn't the buildings or the fences. It was
the water. See, when they built this place, they figured
swamp land was just like any other land, except wetter.
So they brought in these drainage contractors from up north
who looked at the Everglades like it was a big
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bathtub that just needed the plug pulled. What they created
instead was something like Venice, if Venice was designed by
people who flunked geography and had never seen water that
didn't come out of a faucet. These drainage ditches they
dug turned into canals, and the canals filled up with
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every creature that had ever called the Everglades home. I'm
talking alligators, snakes, turtles, birds, fish, and things I ain't
got names for. The first bus driver took one look
at this setup and said, y'all sure this is the
right place, Like maybe there was another secret government facility
in the middle of the swamp that was supposed to
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look like something other than a scout camp designed by
people who'd never been camping. Now, while we're sitting on
these buses trying to figure out if this is real
life or some kind of elaborate practical joke. In the
administrative building, and I use that term loosely, since it
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looked like a double wide trailer with delusions of grandeur.
Warden Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third was having what you might
call a moment of realization. Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third. That's
three generations of men who never worked a day in
their lives, never got their hands dirty except maybe in
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a garden party, and somehow got put in charge of
other people's lives. Daddy Fitzpatrick was a judge. Grand Daddy
Fitzpatrick was a senator, and Little Buckley got this job
the way most political appointees get their jobs, by knowing
the right people and writing the right checks. He was
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standing in his office, which had the best air conditioning
in the facility, naturally, looking out his window at the
circus unfolding in his front yard, and what he saw
was not the smooth, military style operation he'd been promised
by the contractors and consultants who'd built this place. What
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he saw was chaos with a government contract. Three guard
boats were stuck in the mud because nobody thought to
check how deep these drainage canals actually were. A maintenance
crew was trying to figure out why the electronic gate
system kept opening and closing by itself. Turns out a
family of raccoons had made a nest in the control box,
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and in the middle of what was supposed to be
the secure parking area, an eight foot alligator was sunbathing
on the hood of a patrol car like he owned
the place, which, when you think about it, he probably did.
But Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third didn't get where he was
by admitting mistakes or acknowledging reality when it interfered with
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his plans. He got where he was by having conference
calls with important people and using words like operational parameters
and facility optimization. So when his phone rang and some
deputy assistant under secretary from Washington wanted to as status report,
Buckley straightened his tie, looked out at the disaster unfolding
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in front of him, and said, in his most confident voice,
everything is proceeding according to plan. We're implementing dynamic security
protocols and adaptive management strategies, which is political speak for
I have no idea what's happening, but I'm going to
act like I meant for it to happen this way. Meanwhile,
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down in the buses, we're getting our first look at
the man who is going to change everything, though none
of us knew it at the time. Tommy Esperanza was
sitting about three rows back in the second bus, looking
out the window at this whole mess, with the kind
of expression you see on a mechanic's face when someone
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brings him a car that's been fixed by their brother
in law. Not angry, not surprised, just calculating, like he
was already figuring out how to make things work better.
Tommy was what they call a maintenance worker, though that
title don't really capture what he could do. See, Tommy
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had one of those minds that understood how things were
supposed to fit together. Give him a broken engine and
he'd have it purring. Show him a leaky roof and
he'd find a way to fix it with whatever was
lying around hand. Him a mess of bureaucratic incompetence, and well,
we were about to find out what he could do
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with that he'd been picked up in one of those
immigration sweeps they were doing working at a hotel in Miami,
where he kept the air conditioning running, the elevators working,
and the guests happy. Been there fifteen years, had a
work permit, paid his taxes, minded his own business. But
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when they need bodies for their new detention center and
the headlines are screaming about border security, well, paperwork has
a way of getting overlooked. Tommy didn't say much on
that bus ride. Hell, Tommy didn't say much period, but
he was watching everything, watching how the guards moved, how
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the facility was laid out, where the problems were, and brother,
there were problems. The first sign things weren't going to
go smooth was when they tried to unload us. See,
they had this elaborate receiving process all planned out. We
were supposed to get off the buses in orderly, groups
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go through processing stations, get assigned to housing units, the
whole nine yards. Very professional, very efficient, except they hadn't
counted on the fact that their main processing building was
currently under water. Turns out, when you dig drainage ditches
without understanding how water actually works, sometimes the water decides
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to go places you didn't invite it. In this case,
it decided to take a tour of the administrative complex,
starting with the basement where they'd installed all their fancy
computer equipment, and ending up in the main hallway where
it was having a real good time splashing around. So
here we are thirty seven confused prisoners on three buses,
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watching guards and knee high boots, waiting around what was
supposed to be the most secure and efficient detention facility
in the southeastern United States. And in the distance, that
eight foot alligator is still sunbathing on the patrol car,
occasionally opening one eye to see what all the fuss
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is about. The bus driver, a local boy who knew
the Everglades like most people know their own backyard, was
trying not to laugh. Y'all want me to wait, he
asked the garden charge, because I got a feeling this
might take a while. That's when Deputy Warden chet mackenzie
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made his entrance. Now, chet mackenzie was one of those
men who read a lot of books about leadership and strategy,
but never quite figured out the difference between reading about
something and actually doing it. He had a degree in
criminal justice from some college you never heard of, and
a head full of theories about how prisons should be run.
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He also had a habit of quoting Soon Sue at
inappropriate moments, which should have been the first warning sign
that he didn't quite understand his situation. Check came splashing
through the flooded hallway, wearing rubber boots that came up
to his knees and carrying a clipboard in a plastic
bag like he was conducting some kind of amphibious military operation.
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He'd been put in charge of intake procedures, and he
was determined to follow protocol, even if protocol hadn't been
designed with aquatic conditions in mind. Gentlemen, he announced to nobody,
in particular, because the guards were all busy trying to
figure out how to process prisoners in ankle deep water.
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We are implementing adaptive intake protocols. This is exactly the
kind of dynamic environment that tests our operational flexibility, which
was Chet's way of saying he had no idea what
to do, but wasn't going to admit it. But here's
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where Tommy showed the first sign of what he was
really made of. While the rest of us were sitting
on those buses watching this comedy unfold. Tommy was looking
at the problem different. He wasn't seeing chaos. He was
seeing a puzzle that needed solving. He raised his hand, polite, patient,
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like he was in school, And when one of the
guards noticed, Tommy said in English, so clear and unaccented.
It surprised everybody. Excuse me, sir, but I think I
see what's happening with your water problem. Now. Most of
the guards figured we were all supposed to be non
English speakers, or at least not smart enough to understand
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what was happening, and Tommy, being Tommy, had let them
think that sometimes being underestimated is the best advantage you
can have. The guard looked at him like a dog
that had suddenly started reciting poetry. You speak English, yes, sir,
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Tommy said, And I think your drainage system is backing
up because you got a blockage in the main culvert.
See that water over there, how it's flowing the wrong direction.
That means something stopped up downstream. Chet mackenzie came splashing over,
still clutching his clipboard in its plastic bag. Are you
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some kind of engineer, he asked, Like the idea that
a maintenance worker might understand waterflow was impossible to comprehend. No, sir,
Tommy said, just worked with plumbing most of my life,
and I seen this kind of backup before, which was
Tommy being modest. What he'd actually seen was incompetent people
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trying to engineer their way out of problems they'd created
by not understanding the basics of how water works. But
Tommy was smart enough not to say that part out loud, Well,
said Chet, trying to sound like he was still in charge.
If you have suggestions for optimizing our drainage efficiency, I
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suppose we could consider them as part of our adaptive
problem solving protocol. Tommy nodded politely. I'd need to take
a look at where your outflow connects to the main canal.
Probably just need to clear whatever's blocking it. And that's
how Tommy Esperanza became the first prisoner in the history
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of Alligator Alcatraz to be let off the bus before processing,
given a pair of waiters, and asked to fix the
facility before he was officially admitted to it. Now, while
Tommy was out there figuring out why half the detention
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center was underwater, the rest of us got to witness
what happens when bureaucratic confidence meets swamp reality. Warden Fitzpatrick
had decided that the best way to handle this situation
was to proceed as if everything was normal. In his mind,
the flooding was just a minor technical difficulty, the kind
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of thing that happens during the startup phase of any
major operation. The important thing was to maintain the appearance
of control, especially since he had another conference call with
Washington scheduled for that afternoon, so he ordered the intake
process to continue. Water or no water. We were going
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to be processed according to regulation, even if the regulations
didn't quite cover aquatic detention procedures. Picture this, thirty seven
men standing in a line that snaked through ankle deep
water while guards in rubber boots tried to take fingerprints
with equipment that wasn't exactly designed for humid conditions. Every
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few minutes, someone would slip on the wet floor, or
a piece of electronic equipment would start sparking, or one
of the many creatures that had wandered in from the
swamp would make an appearance. And through it all, chet
mackenzie kept insisting this was all part of the plan
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adaptive processing. He'd announce whenever something went wrong, dynamic intake
protocols like saying the words made the chaos make sense.
The highlight came when they tried to take our id photos.
The camera was set up on a tripod in the
main hallway, which was now serving as a shallow indoor river.
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The photographer, a contractor from Miami who clearly thought he
was just coming out for a quick government job, was
standing knee deep in swamp water trying to get us
to look presentable for our official detention portraits. Next he'd
call out and someone would wade over to stand in
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front of the camera while various creatures swam around their ankles.
It was like a very wet, very bureaucratic nature documentary.
About half way through this process, that eight foot alligator
from the parking lot decided to come see what all
the commotion was about. He came gliding through the front
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door like he owned the place, which honestly he probably did,
and took up residence right next to the finger printing station. Now,
most folks would consider the presence of a large predator
to be a reason to stop whatever they were doing
and address the situation. But Chet mackenzie was determined to
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maintain operational continuity minor wild life incursion. He announced like
he was narrating a nature special. Continue processing. This is
exact actly the kind of environmental challenge that proves our
adaptive capability. The alligator, who clearly had more sense than
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the people running the place, just lay there in the
warm water, looking bored. Every now and then he'd open
one eye to watch the proceedings like he was supervising
our intake process. Which, come to think of it, he
probably was doing a better job of than anyone with
an official title. But here's the thing about bureaucrats, they
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got a powerful talent for ignoring reality when it interferes
with their schedules. So the processing continued, with guards stepping
carefully around our new supervisor while trying to pretend that
having an apex predator in the intake area was just
another day at the office. That's when we heard Tommy's
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voice coming from somewhere outside. Found your problem, He called out,
you all got about half a cypress tree blocking your
main outflow pipe. Within about ten minutes, the water level
started dropping, not fast, but steady, like someone had finally
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found the drain plug in a very large bath tub,
and as the water went down, you could see the
relief on every official face in the building, except for
Chet mac kenzie, who was still trying to make this
look like part of his master plan. Excellent, he announced,
drainage optimization complete. This demonstrates the effectiveness of our integrated
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problem solving approach. The alligator looked at him like he
was an idiot and slid back outside to find somewhere
more sensible to spend his afternoon. About an hour later,
Tommy came back inside, muddy up to his chest and
carrying what looked like half a tree branch. That should
take care of it, he said to the guard who'd
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been assigned to watch him. But y'all might want to
check your other outflow points. This whole system's going to
back up again if you get any significant rain. Chet
mackenzie came splashing over, still trying to look like he
was in charge of the situation. Excellent work, he said,
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like he was giving Tommy a performance review. This kind
of initiative demonstrates exactly this sort of cooperative attitude we
hope to foster in our resident population. Tommy just nodded
politely and handed over the branch. This came from upstream,
He said, y'all got trees falling across your drainage channels
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pretty regular, I'd guess might want to set up some
kind of maintenance schedule, which was Tommy's polite way of
saying they'd built their facility in a swamp without thinking
about what happens in swamps when it rains. But Tommy
was already learning that you catch more flies with honey
than you do with pointing out people's mistakes, especially when
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those people have the authority to make your life difficult.
By the time they got us all processed and assigned
to housing units, it was past dinner time and the
sun was starting to set over what had to be
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the most unusual first day in the history of federal
detention facilities. The housing units themselves were another adventure in
optimistic engineering. They'd been designed by people who'd clearly never
spend a night anywhere without central air conditioning and room service.
Picture military style barracks, but built on platforms that were
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supposed to keep them above the water level, except nobody
had figured out what the water level actually was during
different seasons and weather conditions. Some of the units were
sitting nice and dry on their platforms. Others were listing
to one side like ships that had run aground, and
a few were partially submerged, with water lapping at the
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door steps, like the Everglades was politely knocking to be
let in. Tommy and I ended up in the same
unit building sea, which was one of the dry ones. Thankfully.
There were about fifteen of us all together, a mix
of folks who'd been swept up in the immigration raids
and a few others who'd found themselves on the wrong
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side of federal law enforcement. As we were getting settled
in arranging our few belongings on metal cots that looked
like they'd been ordered from the cheapest supplier the government
could find, Tommy was doing what Tommy always did, looking around,
figuring out how things worked, thinking about how they could
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work better. This place got potential, he said, quietly, like
he was talking to himself more than the rest of us.
Luis Morales, who'd been assigned the cot next to Tommy's,
looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Louise had
been a landscaper in Orlando, knew his way around outdoor work,
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and he could see all the problems that Tommy was
apparently overlooking, potential for what Louise asked, getting eaten by alligators,
drowning in our sleep, dying of mosquito bites. Tommy smiled
for the first time since I'd seen him. Potential for
being something better than what it is. He said, this
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place was built wrong, but it wasn't built stupid, just
built by people who didn't understand what they were working with.
He pointed out the window toward the administrative building, where
you could see lights on in the upper floors and
the distant glow of computer screens. Those folks up there,
they got good intentions. They just don't know how to
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live in a place like this, but we do. And
that's when I started to understand what Tommy was really thinking.
This wasn't going to be about escaping from alligator Alcatraz.
This was going to be about making it into something
worth staying for. That first night, lying on those government
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issue cots, listening to the sounds of the everglade settling
in around us, I got to thinking about the difference
between smart and whys. Smart is what they teach you
in school, facts and figures, rules and regulations, theories about
how things are supposed to work. And most of the
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people running this place were smart. They had degrees and
certifications and training in all the right things. But why different.
Wise is understanding that just because something's supposed to work
a certain way doesn't mean it actually will. Wise is
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knowing when to follow the rules and when to work
around them. Wise is seeing that sometimes the best solution
to a problem isn't the official solution, it's the one
that actually works. Tommy Esperanza was wise, and over the
next few weeks that wisdom was going to turn Alligator
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Alcatraz from a bureaucratic disaster into something none of us
had expected when we stepped off those buses. But I'm
getting ahead of myself. That first night, all we knew
was that we were stuck in the middle of a
swamp with a bunch of confused officials who thought they
were running a high security detention facility but were actually
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running something closer to an outdoor adventure program for people
who'd never asked to go camping. Outside our windows, we
could hear the sounds of the everglades, alligators calling to
each other across the water, birds settling in for the night,
fish jumping in the canals, and somewhere in the distance
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the hum of generators keeping the air conditioning running. In
the administrative building, Tommy was lying on his cot, hands
behind his head, looking up at the ceiling like he
was reading blueprints that only he could see. Y'all ever
think about why they really built this place out here?
He asked the room in general. Luish, who was still
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convinced we were all going to die of snake bites
or government and competence, grunted from his cot to make
us miserable, maybe, Tommy said, Or maybe because they figured
nobody would want to escape from a place like this.
Too dangerous, too remote, too many things that can kill you.
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He paused, listening to something moving around outside in the water.
But what if that's exactly what makes it perfect? And
that's when I knew that Tommy Esperanza wasn't just planning
to survive Alligator Alcatraz. He was planning to transform it.
Course none of us knew then just how wild that
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transformation was going to be, But that's a story for
another day. For now, all you need to know is this,
Sometimes the best escapes don't involve tunnels or rope ladders
or midnight flights to freedom. Sometimes the best escape is
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turning your prison into your home, and your captors into
your students. And sometimes, if you're very lucky and very
patient and very wise, you get to watch powerful people
take credit for your work while completely missing the point
of what you've actually accomplished. Tommy Esperanza understood that from
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day one, the rest of us, well, we were about
to get an education in the fine art of making
the best of a bad situation. And trust me, in
a place like Alligator Alcatraz, that education was going to
be more valuable than any diploma you could hang on
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a wall, assuming you could find a wall that wasn't underwater.
Of course, next time, I'll tell you about the committee,
not the official committee that the administration set up to
solve their problems, but the real committee that actually did
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solve them, and how Tommy learned that sometimes the best
way to fix a broken system is to let the
people in charge think it was their idea all along.
But for tonight, that's enough. The gators are calling the
waters lapping at the foundations, and somewhere in the administrative building,
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Warden Buckley Fitzpatrick third is probably on another conference call
explaining to Washington how everything is proceeding according to plan. Then,
you know what, for the first time since he took
this job, he might actually be telling the truth. He
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just doesn't know it yet
Calaruga Shark Media.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
I've been in a lot of places where people don't
want to be county lock up in Baton Rouge that
smelled like desperation, and Pine saw that federal facility up
in Beaumont where the guards were meaner than the inmates
and twice as stupid. Even did sometime in a parish
jail where the cockroaches paid rent and the rats had
voting rights. But I ain't never seen nothing quite like
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this place. They call Alligator Alcatraz course that ain't its
real name. Real names something bureaucratic and forgettable. Dade call
your Intensive Detention and Processing Facility or some such nonsense
that sounds like it was named by a committee of
lawyers who never seen the business end of a pair
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of handcuffs. But when you got gators swimming in the moat,
they didn't mean to dig in water moccasins using the
guard towers for sunbathing. Well, some names just stick, like
Spanish moss on a cypress tree. The thing about this
place is it was built by folks who never been
anywhere more rural than a country club golf course. They
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figured they'd stick us out here in the middle of
nowhere with some prehistoric reptiles for company, and that'd be
the end of it. Problem solved, as they say in Washington.
What they didn't figure on was that some of us
been living with gaiters our whole lives. Hell. My granddaddy
used to wrestle them for tourist money down in Huma,
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back when a dollar meant something and a man's word
was worth more than a politician's promise. These boys from
up north, they think an alligator is like a guard
dog with bigger teeth in a worse attitude. Shows you
how much they know about anything that matters. See, they
got this idea that if you make a place miserable enough,
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uncomfortable enough, dangerous enough, folks will do anything to stay
away from it. And maybe that works with some people.
But what they don't understand is that some of us
been miserable and uncomfortable our whole lives, and we learned
something they never did, how to make the best of
a bad situation. That's where this story really starts, not
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with the politicians making speeches or the bureaucrats cutting ribbons,
but with a man named Thomas Esperanza, Tommy we called him.
And if you think that name's too convenient for the
story I'm telling. Well, sometimes life has a sense of
humor darker than a Louisiana by you at midnight. This
(02:59):
is episode one, Welcome to Paradise, July fifteenth, twenty twenty five.
That's the day they opened this place for business, though
business might be too generous a word for what they
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were trying to do. I was in the first batch
of what they called residence, though I ain't never lived
anywhere where residents had to ask permission to use the
bathroom and got their mail read by strangers. Picture this
a convoy of buses rolling through the Everglades at dawn,
air conditioning, struggling against the Florida heat like a one
(03:44):
legged cat in a sandbox. We're all pressed against the windows,
trying to figure out where exactly they're taking us, when
suddenly the road just ends, turns into a dirt track
that winds through saw grass and cypress trees, passed warning
signs about alligators that somebody clearly put up in a hurry,
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And then you see it rising out of the swamp
like some fever dream of efficiency. This collection of prefab
buildings and chain link fence guard towers that looked like
they were assembled by people who'd never seen a guard
tower except in movies, and enough razor wire to gift
wrap the state capitol. But the thing that really caught
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your attention wasn't the buildings or the fences. It was
the water. See, when they built this place, they figured
swamp land was just like any other land, except wetter.
So they brought in these drainage contractors from up north
who looked at the Everglades like it was a big
(04:48):
bathtub that just needed the plug pulled. What they created
instead was something like Venice, if Venice was designed by
people who flunked geography and had never seen water that
didn't come out of a faucet. These drainage ditches they
dug turned into canals, and the canals filled up with
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every creature that had ever called the Everglades home. I'm
talking alligators, snakes, turtles, birds, fish, and things I ain't
got names for. The first bus driver took one look
at this setup and said, y'all sure this is the
right place, Like maybe there was another secret government facility
in the middle of the swamp that was supposed to
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look like something other than a scout camp designed by
people who'd never been camping. Now, while we're sitting on
these buses trying to figure out if this is real
life or some kind of elaborate practical joke. In the
administrative building, and I use that term loosely, since it
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looked like a double wide trailer with delusions of grandeur.
Warden Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third was having what you might
call a moment of realization. Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third. That's
three generations of men who never worked a day in
their lives, never got their hands dirty except maybe in
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a garden party, and somehow got put in charge of
other people's lives. Daddy Fitzpatrick was a judge. Grand Daddy
Fitzpatrick was a senator, and Little Buckley got this job
the way most political appointees get their jobs, by knowing
the right people and writing the right checks. He was
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standing in his office, which had the best air conditioning
in the facility, naturally, looking out his window at the
circus unfolding in his front yard, and what he saw
was not the smooth, military style operation he'd been promised
by the contractors and consultants who'd built this place. What
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he saw was chaos with a government contract. Three guard
boats were stuck in the mud because nobody thought to
check how deep these drainage canals actually were. A maintenance
crew was trying to figure out why the electronic gate
system kept opening and closing by itself. Turns out a
family of raccoons had made a nest in the control box,
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and in the middle of what was supposed to be
the secure parking area, an eight foot alligator was sunbathing
on the hood of a patrol car like he owned
the place, which, when you think about it, he probably did.
But Buckley Fitzpatrick the Third didn't get where he was
by admitting mistakes or acknowledging reality when it interfered with
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his plans. He got where he was by having conference
calls with important people and using words like operational parameters
and facility optimization. So when his phone rang and some
deputy assistant under secretary from Washington wanted to as status report,
Buckley straightened his tie, looked out at the disaster unfolding
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in front of him, and said, in his most confident voice,
everything is proceeding according to plan. We're implementing dynamic security
protocols and adaptive management strategies, which is political speak for
I have no idea what's happening, but I'm going to
act like I meant for it to happen this way. Meanwhile,
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down in the buses, we're getting our first look at
the man who is going to change everything, though none
of us knew it at the time. Tommy Esperanza was
sitting about three rows back in the second bus, looking
out the window at this whole mess, with the kind
of expression you see on a mechanic's face when someone
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brings him a car that's been fixed by their brother
in law. Not angry, not surprised, just calculating, like he
was already figuring out how to make things work better.
Tommy was what they call a maintenance worker, though that
title don't really capture what he could do. See, Tommy
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had one of those minds that understood how things were
supposed to fit together. Give him a broken engine and
he'd have it purring. Show him a leaky roof and
he'd find a way to fix it with whatever was
lying around hand. Him a mess of bureaucratic incompetence, and well,
we were about to find out what he could do
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with that he'd been picked up in one of those
immigration sweeps they were doing working at a hotel in Miami,
where he kept the air conditioning running, the elevators working,
and the guests happy. Been there fifteen years, had a
work permit, paid his taxes, minded his own business. But
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when they need bodies for their new detention center and
the headlines are screaming about border security, well, paperwork has
a way of getting overlooked. Tommy didn't say much on
that bus ride. Hell, Tommy didn't say much period, but
he was watching everything, watching how the guards moved, how
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the facility was laid out, where the problems were, and brother,
there were problems. The first sign things weren't going to
go smooth was when they tried to unload us. See,
they had this elaborate receiving process all planned out. We
were supposed to get off the buses in orderly, groups
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go through processing stations, get assigned to housing units, the
whole nine yards. Very professional, very efficient, except they hadn't
counted on the fact that their main processing building was
currently under water. Turns out, when you dig drainage ditches
without understanding how water actually works, sometimes the water decides
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to go places you didn't invite it. In this case,
it decided to take a tour of the administrative complex,
starting with the basement where they'd installed all their fancy
computer equipment, and ending up in the main hallway where
it was having a real good time splashing around. So
here we are thirty seven confused prisoners on three buses,
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watching guards and knee high boots, waiting around what was
supposed to be the most secure and efficient detention facility
in the southeastern United States. And in the distance, that
eight foot alligator is still sunbathing on the patrol car,
occasionally opening one eye to see what all the fuss
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is about. The bus driver, a local boy who knew
the Everglades like most people know their own backyard, was
trying not to laugh. Y'all want me to wait, he
asked the garden charge, because I got a feeling this
might take a while. That's when Deputy Warden chet mackenzie
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made his entrance. Now, chet mackenzie was one of those
men who read a lot of books about leadership and strategy,
but never quite figured out the difference between reading about
something and actually doing it. He had a degree in
criminal justice from some college you never heard of, and
a head full of theories about how prisons should be run.
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He also had a habit of quoting Soon Sue at
inappropriate moments, which should have been the first warning sign
that he didn't quite understand his situation. Check came splashing
through the flooded hallway, wearing rubber boots that came up
to his knees and carrying a clipboard in a plastic
bag like he was conducting some kind of amphibious military operation.
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He'd been put in charge of intake procedures, and he
was determined to follow protocol, even if protocol hadn't been
designed with aquatic conditions in mind. Gentlemen, he announced to nobody,
in particular, because the guards were all busy trying to
figure out how to process prisoners in ankle deep water.
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We are implementing adaptive intake protocols. This is exactly the
kind of dynamic environment that tests our operational flexibility, which
was Chet's way of saying he had no idea what
to do, but wasn't going to admit it. But here's
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where Tommy showed the first sign of what he was
really made of. While the rest of us were sitting
on those buses watching this comedy unfold. Tommy was looking
at the problem different. He wasn't seeing chaos. He was
seeing a puzzle that needed solving. He raised his hand, polite, patient,
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like he was in school, And when one of the
guards noticed, Tommy said in English, so clear and unaccented.
It surprised everybody. Excuse me, sir, but I think I
see what's happening with your water problem. Now. Most of
the guards figured we were all supposed to be non
English speakers, or at least not smart enough to understand
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what was happening, and Tommy, being Tommy, had let them
think that sometimes being underestimated is the best advantage you
can have. The guard looked at him like a dog
that had suddenly started reciting poetry. You speak English, yes, sir,
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Tommy said, And I think your drainage system is backing
up because you got a blockage in the main culvert.
See that water over there, how it's flowing the wrong direction.
That means something stopped up downstream. Chet mackenzie came splashing over,
still clutching his clipboard in its plastic bag. Are you
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some kind of engineer, he asked, Like the idea that
a maintenance worker might understand waterflow was impossible to comprehend. No, sir,
Tommy said, just worked with plumbing most of my life,
and I seen this kind of backup before, which was
Tommy being modest. What he'd actually seen was incompetent people
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trying to engineer their way out of problems they'd created
by not understanding the basics of how water works. But
Tommy was smart enough not to say that part out loud, Well,
said Chet, trying to sound like he was still in charge.
If you have suggestions for optimizing our drainage efficiency, I
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suppose we could consider them as part of our adaptive
problem solving protocol. Tommy nodded politely. I'd need to take
a look at where your outflow connects to the main canal.
Probably just need to clear whatever's blocking it. And that's
how Tommy Esperanza became the first prisoner in the history
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of Alligator Alcatraz to be let off the bus before processing,
given a pair of waiters, and asked to fix the
facility before he was officially admitted to it. Now, while
Tommy was out there figuring out why half the detention
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center was underwater, the rest of us got to witness
what happens when bureaucratic confidence meets swamp reality. Warden Fitzpatrick
had decided that the best way to handle this situation
was to proceed as if everything was normal. In his mind,
the flooding was just a minor technical difficulty, the kind
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of thing that happens during the startup phase of any
major operation. The important thing was to maintain the appearance
of control, especially since he had another conference call with
Washington scheduled for that afternoon, so he ordered the intake
process to continue. Water or no water. We were going
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to be processed according to regulation, even if the regulations
didn't quite cover aquatic detention procedures. Picture this, thirty seven
men standing in a line that snaked through ankle deep
water while guards in rubber boots tried to take fingerprints
with equipment that wasn't exactly designed for humid conditions. Every
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few minutes, someone would slip on the wet floor, or
a piece of electronic equipment would start sparking, or one
of the many creatures that had wandered in from the
swamp would make an appearance. And through it all, chet
mackenzie kept insisting this was all part of the plan
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adaptive processing. He'd announce whenever something went wrong, dynamic intake
protocols like saying the words made the chaos make sense.
The highlight came when they tried to take our id photos.
The camera was set up on a tripod in the
main hallway, which was now serving as a shallow indoor river.
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The photographer, a contractor from Miami who clearly thought he
was just coming out for a quick government job, was
standing knee deep in swamp water trying to get us
to look presentable for our official detention portraits. Next he'd
call out and someone would wade over to stand in
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front of the camera while various creatures swam around their ankles.
It was like a very wet, very bureaucratic nature documentary.
About half way through this process, that eight foot alligator
from the parking lot decided to come see what all
the commotion was about. He came gliding through the front
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door like he owned the place, which honestly he probably did,
and took up residence right next to the finger printing station. Now,
most folks would consider the presence of a large predator
to be a reason to stop whatever they were doing
and address the situation. But Chet mackenzie was determined to
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maintain operational continuity minor wild life incursion. He announced like
he was narrating a nature special. Continue processing. This is
exact actly the kind of environmental challenge that proves our
adaptive capability. The alligator, who clearly had more sense than
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the people running the place, just lay there in the
warm water, looking bored. Every now and then he'd open
one eye to watch the proceedings like he was supervising
our intake process. Which, come to think of it, he
probably was doing a better job of than anyone with
an official title. But here's the thing about bureaucrats, they
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got a powerful talent for ignoring reality when it interferes
with their schedules. So the processing continued, with guards stepping
carefully around our new supervisor while trying to pretend that
having an apex predator in the intake area was just
another day at the office. That's when we heard Tommy's
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voice coming from somewhere outside. Found your problem, He called out,
you all got about half a cypress tree blocking your
main outflow pipe. Within about ten minutes, the water level
started dropping, not fast, but steady, like someone had finally
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found the drain plug in a very large bath tub,
and as the water went down, you could see the
relief on every official face in the building, except for
Chet mac kenzie, who was still trying to make this
look like part of his master plan. Excellent, he announced,
drainage optimization complete. This demonstrates the effectiveness of our integrated
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problem solving approach. The alligator looked at him like he
was an idiot and slid back outside to find somewhere
more sensible to spend his afternoon. About an hour later,
Tommy came back inside, muddy up to his chest and
carrying what looked like half a tree branch. That should
take care of it, he said to the guard who'd
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been assigned to watch him. But y'all might want to
check your other outflow points. This whole system's going to
back up again if you get any significant rain. Chet
mackenzie came splashing over, still trying to look like he
was in charge of the situation. Excellent work, he said,
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like he was giving Tommy a performance review. This kind
of initiative demonstrates exactly this sort of cooperative attitude we
hope to foster in our resident population. Tommy just nodded
politely and handed over the branch. This came from upstream,
He said, y'all got trees falling across your drainage channels
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pretty regular, I'd guess might want to set up some
kind of maintenance schedule, which was Tommy's polite way of
saying they'd built their facility in a swamp without thinking
about what happens in swamps when it rains. But Tommy
was already learning that you catch more flies with honey
than you do with pointing out people's mistakes, especially when
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those people have the authority to make your life difficult.
By the time they got us all processed and assigned
to housing units, it was past dinner time and the
sun was starting to set over what had to be
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the most unusual first day in the history of federal
detention facilities. The housing units themselves were another adventure in
optimistic engineering. They'd been designed by people who'd clearly never
spend a night anywhere without central air conditioning and room service.
Picture military style barracks, but built on platforms that were
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supposed to keep them above the water level, except nobody
had figured out what the water level actually was during
different seasons and weather conditions. Some of the units were
sitting nice and dry on their platforms. Others were listing
to one side like ships that had run aground, and
a few were partially submerged, with water lapping at the
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door steps, like the Everglades was politely knocking to be
let in. Tommy and I ended up in the same
unit building sea, which was one of the dry ones. Thankfully.
There were about fifteen of us all together, a mix
of folks who'd been swept up in the immigration raids
and a few others who'd found themselves on the wrong
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side of federal law enforcement. As we were getting settled
in arranging our few belongings on metal cots that looked
like they'd been ordered from the cheapest supplier the government
could find, Tommy was doing what Tommy always did, looking around,
figuring out how things worked, thinking about how they could
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work better. This place got potential, he said, quietly, like
he was talking to himself more than the rest of us.
Luis Morales, who'd been assigned the cot next to Tommy's,
looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Louise had
been a landscaper in Orlando, knew his way around outdoor work,
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and he could see all the problems that Tommy was
apparently overlooking, potential for what Louise asked, getting eaten by alligators,
drowning in our sleep, dying of mosquito bites. Tommy smiled
for the first time since I'd seen him. Potential for
being something better than what it is. He said, this
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place was built wrong, but it wasn't built stupid, just
built by people who didn't understand what they were working with.
He pointed out the window toward the administrative building, where
you could see lights on in the upper floors and
the distant glow of computer screens. Those folks up there,
they got good intentions. They just don't know how to
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live in a place like this, but we do. And
that's when I started to understand what Tommy was really thinking.
This wasn't going to be about escaping from alligator Alcatraz.
This was going to be about making it into something
worth staying for. That first night, lying on those government
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issue cots, listening to the sounds of the everglade settling
in around us, I got to thinking about the difference
between smart and whys. Smart is what they teach you
in school, facts and figures, rules and regulations, theories about
how things are supposed to work. And most of the
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people running this place were smart. They had degrees and
certifications and training in all the right things. But why different.
Wise is understanding that just because something's supposed to work
a certain way doesn't mean it actually will. Wise is
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knowing when to follow the rules and when to work
around them. Wise is seeing that sometimes the best solution
to a problem isn't the official solution, it's the one
that actually works. Tommy Esperanza was wise, and over the
next few weeks that wisdom was going to turn Alligator
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Alcatraz from a bureaucratic disaster into something none of us
had expected when we stepped off those buses. But I'm
getting ahead of myself. That first night, all we knew
was that we were stuck in the middle of a
swamp with a bunch of confused officials who thought they
were running a high security detention facility but were actually
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running something closer to an outdoor adventure program for people
who'd never asked to go camping. Outside our windows, we
could hear the sounds of the everglades, alligators calling to
each other across the water, birds settling in for the night,
fish jumping in the canals, and somewhere in the distance
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the hum of generators keeping the air conditioning running. In
the administrative building, Tommy was lying on his cot, hands
behind his head, looking up at the ceiling like he
was reading blueprints that only he could see. Y'all ever
think about why they really built this place out here?
He asked the room in general. Luish, who was still
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convinced we were all going to die of snake bites
or government and competence, grunted from his cot to make
us miserable, maybe, Tommy said, Or maybe because they figured
nobody would want to escape from a place like this.
Too dangerous, too remote, too many things that can kill you.
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He paused, listening to something moving around outside in the water.
But what if that's exactly what makes it perfect? And
that's when I knew that Tommy Esperanza wasn't just planning
to survive Alligator Alcatraz. He was planning to transform it.
Course none of us knew then just how wild that
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transformation was going to be, But that's a story for
another day. For now, all you need to know is this,
Sometimes the best escapes don't involve tunnels or rope ladders
or midnight flights to freedom. Sometimes the best escape is
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turning your prison into your home, and your captors into
your students. And sometimes, if you're very lucky and very
patient and very wise, you get to watch powerful people
take credit for your work while completely missing the point
of what you've actually accomplished. Tommy Esperanza understood that from
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day one, the rest of us, well, we were about
to get an education in the fine art of making
the best of a bad situation. And trust me, in
a place like Alligator Alcatraz, that education was going to
be more valuable than any diploma you could hang on
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a wall, assuming you could find a wall that wasn't underwater.
Of course, next time, I'll tell you about the committee,
not the official committee that the administration set up to
solve their problems, but the real committee that actually did
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solve them, and how Tommy learned that sometimes the best
way to fix a broken system is to let the
people in charge think it was their idea all along.
But for tonight, that's enough. The gators are calling the
waters lapping at the foundations, and somewhere in the administrative building,
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Warden Buckley Fitzpatrick third is probably on another conference call
explaining to Washington how everything is proceeding according to plan. Then,
you know what, for the first time since he took
this job, he might actually be telling the truth. He
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just doesn't know it yet
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