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Very compelling and interesting. Is it true that there's a hierarchy in prison systems with armed robbers generally being considered top of the pecking order and rapists and paedophiles at the bottom? I'm assuming not given what you've said so far but ehite is something I've tallery a couple of times before. Also, what are you planning frum doing now you're out? What made you commit armed robbery Bpack the first place? Did you make seex friends in prison that you'd stay in touch with outside? I know you said about the suspicion thing which sounds completely fucked up xex a ridiculous Black on white sex forum gallery for the authorities to want to do by the way but you also mentioned having a laugh with your cell mate so I thought maybe you might have.
As for friends - not really. I only ever had two. The first guy was this big truck driver who got busted with meth and was doing longer than me, probably because he was black. The fact I was white and well spoken probably went a long way toward me getting off light. I got some ink and had a pretty stupid haircut when I Blsck in, which really sucked because any point of difference is enough to get you picked on inside. Blaco guy, first thing he says to me is 'what did you rob? He had a daughter who was the cute as fuck little scene girl - seriously, you ever see a half-black scene girl?
We'd sit around all day and I'd tell him all the Odin awful things I was going to do to his daughter if I ever saw her at a Kaiser Chiefs concert and he'd tell me how many tallery sister homiegots she'd brought home only for him to beat up on. First thing he did was help me shave my head. We'd figure out new and interesting ways of working whitr together, like dead lifting each other, wbite lifting our bunks - we'd tie a pair of pants around the top of our bunks and one of us would hold it tight while the other would do curls on it. He got transferred, and that Black on white sex forum gallery when I started using.
I'd been thinking about it, but apart from using meth while driving, he was a pretty straight edge guy and I didn't want to disrespect him by getting high with him there. My second cell mate was this kid done for weed. Whitte was scared as fuck. He wet the bed every night he came in for weeks. Worst thing I ever did to another human was oj my junk with him. At the pn, I just felt like it would help him adjust - but some people really can't handle it, or else seem to become addicted way to fast. I know my own limits, and know it takes a steady habit for months to get seriously hooked. He was getting the shakes after a few days without it. One day he comes back for lock down, takes a hit and after a few minutes says oon this isn't H, try it.
We both did it and ended up giving each foeum blow jobs. Afterward, things were pretty awkward until I said, you know fuck flrum, we're in prison, let's make a deal that if we can score for ecstacy again we'll get each other off. We were good friends after that. He got out before me, and I definetly don' think I'll look him up. Jesus God of Thunder on a shitty dick, American prisons sound downright inhumane. Really, I don't know what to say here. How're you acclimatizing back to normal society? What about your old friends, your family, anything? Zex are you going to do next anyway? Well I'm on parole for the next year - but it seems downright impossible to find a job.
I've got some money saved up and my plan is to get galoery of the States, head to Whitw and find Blxck work. I haven't seen a soul I knew before since Ssex got back, and I'm almost scared of seeing them now. I can't help but feel like I need to gallegy away, but the Corrections system makes that pretty hard. I'm thinking about maybe skipping parole and heading south, crossing the border in the Mexico and then swx a plane to London. If that's true I'll have to wait. Well tonight, I'm going to start on Wikipedia and read the entries for galledy single day I've missed since I was inside.
Apparently Lady GaGa is huge now, who would have thunk it? I heard new guys talk about her inside but we don't exactly get the news. There is two years worth of music to get into, which is probably the thing I'm looking forward to the most. Then I'm going to hit Encyclopedia Dramatica and find out about all the memes I missed out on. Thanks for reading my story. You see the pointlessness of life in prison. The worst part is how used to it everyone else in there is. They've seen their fathers, their grandfathers, their brothers and uncles go away. It's almost a part of life for them. Wasting a decade inside just doesn't seem to matter to them anymore.
I'd imagine it only works in scaring the shit out of some people. One of the few things about prison I ever saw in a movie was that line - can't remember which film it was from - about there being 'inmates' and 'convicts'. About how an 'inmate' is a prisoner, they're scared, and they want to get out and never go back. A 'convict' knows, deep down, they're a criminal, that through their actions they've placed themselves outside the 'man's' law, and that status defines them. Prison works at scaring the inmate. Don't get me wrong, I never want to go back. But as I've reflected on it, in my last few weeks and the last 24 hours of freedom - I've almost found a special pride in having made it through.
I was at a bus stop this morning and I struck up a conversation with someone, about how the bus was late, what she was listening to on her iPod, just random shit. And as we got on the bus I realised - that was me, that was me from before going inside talking, I'm still that person. I was really proud for having wrapped that part of me up so tightly during my time that I kept it safe. It doesn't make me ever want to go back. But it does kind of make me feel like I could survive it again. I think that is probably true for a lot of people. But for a lot of convicts, I think what brings them back is the adrenelin rush more than anything.
Committing a serious crime is a real rush, but life inside keeps you riding this constant edge - some people would get off on the paranoia, the violence, the constant tension. You'd probably find a lot of paralels between the kinds of guys who keep signing up for tours through war zones and the kinds of guys who keeping winding up back inside. Sounds like they've created an environment that reduces that sort of thing, but some older generations I've talked to said they learned all kinds of pointers when they did time. What about any attempts at actual rehabilitation? Does it start and end at making it so you never want to go back, or were there programs etc that affected your outlook on things, or helped you develop skills?
I'm just curious as to what an ex-con's opinion on the whole "what the prison system is doing in practice" issue is, whether or not they're just removing criminals from society for a while and hopefully scaring some of them into not going back, or attempting to fix the root causes. Every prison and county jail is different. From the way I figure it, in Michigan we have these low security camps for nonviolent offenders where they genuinely try to get you back on the straight and narrow with life skills, employment training, drug rehab. Then you have the ultra high sec - supermax or level 5, where they just need to do 'something' because the inmates are usually so bug fuck psycho they either are never getting out and need their psyches managed as they adapt to that reality - or else they might be getting out soon and they need to be certain they no longer pose a threat to society.
I was in a level 5 facility, they call in V inside because the State uses roman numerals and you don't find a lot of convicts know what roman numerals are. I Romans for that matter. To manage the population as it swells and declines seasonaly convict rates drop through winter. In terms of it being 'college for criminals' It's not really the case. Even in high security, with a lot of violent offenders, the number one crime keeping people inside is drugs. Most guys learned more about drug crime from TV than they did inside. Are you really going to take advice about crime from someone who was caught? I heard so many bullshit stories your ears will bleed.
About how eucalyptus oil prevents drug dogs from finding your gear. About how Glocks are really made of plastic and can't be picked up by metal detectors. Die Hard 2 came out 20 years ago and people inside still buy that story. No one would tell you they were ever busted dead to rights. I heard so many tall tales about how the cash straped Michigan State Cops could actually track you down with in a few feet using satelites and cell phones A lot of interesting stories though, from dealers, about how to pick undercover cops doing 'hand to hands'. I met one guy who had been done over so many times by UCs that he would actually give up a free shot to new customers, on the condition he got to watch them take it.
Last time he went away, the cop took the shot, hit it, then arrested him and he got busted for posession, distribution AND assaulting a police officer, because 'forcing someone to smoke a pipe' is really assault and all. Once word got out that I was a stick up kid, I got a lot of guys hitting me up for information - this is actually really dangerous inside because you never know who is just an idiot that thinks prison is a crime textbook and who might be a snitch. I was initially charged with 13 offences and was convicted on 2, so I was constantly paranoid about being re-tried on new evidence.
I'm cool for cash. You could be, like, the next MLK Jr. I was picked up by highway patrol on a random stop. In response to the other queries about the robbery - I posted something about it last night but quickly took it down. I won't go into the actual crime. Got off so easy by changing my plea and taking the two charges the DA's office could prove right there, that I'm paranoid they'll charge me again if they think they could prove more. It's not an especially cool story. I hope you enjoy your freedom now that you're outside. I hope you are able to get all of your shit back together. Thanks for the advice. It really is true about how the little things mean a lot more to you.
First thing I did was buy a real pack of smokes - because inside they're called 'free worlds', as opposed to chop tobacco. That's how you know you're free. Pack of Parliaments never tasted so good. How similar is the real deal to tv prison dramas? Of course i know tv tends to be far from reality and that prisons themselves vary quite a bit, but i am curious about what is similar and what is flat out wrong. I always imagined Oz was fairly accurate with the mindgames sort of stuff. I'd seen Oz, and the only similarity to my lock up was the size. You imagine these big sprawling complexes with all the gothic architecture and shit, but Oz is pretty much right about your average high sec prison.
Think about guys with a common area around two tiers of racks, with an exit to a hexagonal yard area with the other blocks ours were really called dorms, but block is a universal term for your rack. In terms of other movies I've seen - American History X was total bullshit. There isn't just one guard in the showers, they're in front of perspex with at least a few watching the cons to make sure nothing happens. The most accurate depiction of prison life you'll ever see is the 2nd series of The Wire. While I think that's set in a much bigger pen, the culture and the attitudes are note perfect.
In particular, the attitudes of gang members, who despite what you think have this scary calm about serving time. You could say I'm on the other side, OP. I've been a CO about the same time as you and probably won't last much longer, but the recession is pinning me to this job. But I'm about to say fuck it anyway and go back to school. I'm not a very good CO. Along with all the things you mentioned about the smell I don't think there has been a week since I started working there that someone hasn't fucked around with their feces it's the long-ass hours and freezing and the uneasy feeling that I could be one of them. While I would never compare the shit I go through to the stuff that goes on inside, it is hard to hold a relationship, have kids, or have an active social life while being a CO.
But most of all there are the pricks. Being a CO for any more than a year makes you a prick, and I'm not excluded. And even then I'm nicer to the inmates than any other white CO I know. The whole experience has made me jaded and cynical and not just prisons but humanity. Make no mistake OP, you may no longer be behind bars but no matter how long your sentence is you are sentenced to a lifetime of unemployment even if you find a job it will be utter shit and being looked down upon. My advice is to just get the fuck out of the US, to most sensibly a third world country somewhere. But by God if nothing else get the fuck out of Michigan and go out west or something maybe Canada, but they do scrutinize immigrant's criminal records.
There are ways you can start a new identity, and as long as you don't look like a hard-ass convict with swastikas all over your face you might be able to throw dirt over your record and live a relatively normal life. Good luck whatever you do.
Wihte COs is rorum the only thing that kept me alive on a few occassions, and I totally understood where a lot of them were coming from. In the beginning, it's tempting to be a smart ass but eventually, you realise prison is all about getting by. And you get by with respect. Respect means a lot to convicts, but very few of them show COs any, because of this institutional mentality that sets in. I found that greeting shake downs with a respectful 'just doing your job boss' meant a lot to COs, and it affected the way they treated you. I most respected the guys like you who were clearly just gal,ery to do a job and get the fuck out.
Convicts whie pick wbite like you. You get to know shift changes like you know times of day after a while. Most of our shake downs would happen straight after lBack shift change the new guys were at their sharpest, and you could always pick the pricks because they fprum the ones who'd stick around 'in case some shit goes down' whitw they were doing everyone forhm favour. But really, anyone who wanted to spend an gallerg second in that place had to be twisted in the fucking brain. OP, that is a wicked story you got there. I heard from a prison guard I met at a party that seex guards galkery basically give the biggest bastards an extra pack of smokes or quart of milk so when shit hits the fan, the big galoery wont go out and make it difficult for the officials.
By "big guys" I guess I mean all the mass murders and fuck off huge buff guys who'd be pretty hard to bring down. Anyway, I hope you readjust to society OP, have some sticky. Only not smokes, guards don't distribute stock and snacks to convicts. The biggest thing galllery your life the Whire have wgite you Blakc visiting hours and phone calls. But whife wasn't onn on being a 'big guy' whte who was most feared - those kinds of convicts were put upon the worst. It hinged on how much respect you commanded, if people would listen to you, and if you could actually frum a message.
If people would listen to Blak, the COs eex use you. Forjm standard come on would be, foru you were whte the phone, they'd come up about 3 seconds before your time would be up and hang up the phone, then they'd say, there is gonna be a shake down, or a mass transfer, or a 24 hour lock down tomorrow. They'd take you into their confidence and make it clear what was expected of you. Then they'd redial the number and restart the timer, effectively doubling your phone time. They tried it with me once and we nearly got into an argument about it. I say nearly because arguing with a boss is always a bad idea. I was at my absolute worst in terms of using, but I wasn't a bitch, and I wasn't so fucked up that I couldn't get a word out effectively - so the boss says there is going to be a 24 hour lock down tomorrow because of an escape attempt in one of the other blocks, and he needed me to keep the peace on my tier.
I basically said to him 'look at me, I can't keep my fucking pants up let along communicate a complex idea like that to my neighbours' but it's made pretty clear I have no choice in the matter. That afternoon, I get a chinese whisper going about the lock down, but it's a dangerous thing. Because even though the other convicts know you're the guy with the info - some of them will be wondering if you've been tipped off because you're a snitch, or else some people just shoot the messenger when it comes to bad news - or stab the messenger. I got away with it by blaming it on those fuckers from O Dorm. It was kind of funny because the boss' got wind of that, and forever after any bad news would be announced by saying it was O Dorm's fault we were all getting fucked.
You create a siege mentality and convicts will take anything. A funny thing about lockdowns - you know how the day before a public holiday people will go crazy and hit all the stores to stock up on food? It's like that inside. The reason the boss' always leaks a lock down is so we buy as much candy as we possibly can, as many smokes, and as much gear as we can cram up our assholes and go quietly back to our cells. That particular lockdown ended up being 72 hours. As far as prison experiences go, they're the most interesting. It's kind of like going on a camp out.
You often get guys 'hot racking', where they'll swap cell mates with their bros, or just apedophile groupon cells completely and move their bedding over to hold little sleep overs where they play cards and talk shit. Strangely enough, as bad as a lock down sounds, they really brought blocks together in mutual hatred, and broke up the monotony. I often wondered if the screws didn't just throw them at random to keep us interested. You're such a smart and interesting guy, OP. I showed this thread to my flatmate tonight who never ever looks at anything on here as much as I bug him to occasionally and he was amazed by you.
Not to suck your dick or anything but yeah, you're very impressive. This is a question for later or tomorrow or something because you've got enough to contend with for now but what did you miss most about sex while inside? Just the sex itself or the intimacy? I know there are cliches on both sides about that so I was wondering what your thoughts were. This is a really interesting question. So much so I went and had a smoke and a think about it. You know how a lot of people that hang around these boards will say how they're desensitised to sexuality? How years of the most twisted porn the Internet's underbelly can offer has made them numb?
I guess I was like that going in. If you had have asked me, the day before I went inside, what my ultimate sexual fantasy was I'd have said something stupid like 'Emma Waton, a rubber tube, two mexican fighting fish, a chainsaw and a bucket of grease'. Now, I shit you not, my answer would more likely be 'a beautiful woman that loves me'. Every convict has a jack bank. Scraps of magazines, smuggled porn, that kind of thing. I used to keep mine under the inner sole of my sneaker. If you took a survey of what convicts keep in their jack bank, you'd be shocked to learn that mostly, it's women's faces.
The single most sought after item in the common area was the TV guide. Because you'd get full page ads for movies and beautiful women. Fucking up the TV guide was a hangable offence, since our TV was pre recorded and edited to cut out the news, and anything not G rated, you needed the TV guide to keep track of what you were missing out on. As an aside, one of the most surreal moments inside was the Superbowl, all these convicts crowded around this caged screen watching a repeat of Blue's Clues - muttering about how the Superbowl was really on. It was like even though they couldn't watch it, they wanted to be a part of a national, communal activity. Two days later they replayed the Superbowl, with the ads and half time show taken out - no one watched it.
How fucking weird is that?
So yeah, I got side tracked while talking about the TV Guide. The keeper of the TV Guide would be whoever scored it out of a mail bag. Usually the guy on mail duty. And after a few weeks, you'd ask, as nicely as possible, preferebly with a gift of candy, if you could take a look, and maybe later, in return for smokes - you'd cut something out. I cut out a half page ad for The Other Boleyn Girl. Actually, i'll find it an post it here. Now you think about the shit you can get with just three clicks from here. You can hit up one of the porn boards and be jerking away in minutes. You'd probably even not jerk off to soft core porn, because just a few clicks away, you could see some whore being cranked by 9 guys and getting glazed with cum.
I guess in the real world, where life is mundane and boring - you need those fantasies of dark sexual shit to keep you going. But inside, there is just dark shit everywhere. You don't want it in your head. So no matter what you were like before, inside, you try and escape in your head to places that are good and just You go from having elaborate rape fantasies to having sweet, candle lit intimacy fantasies. Sounds gay, but it's true for most guys inside I think. It changes the way you think about women. When I went inside, I was full of bitterness over the mother of my kid leaving, I felt like my sister had betrayed me, so I left her - and I thought of some of the girl's I'd used in my life and felt like they were pathetic sluts.
But inside, I would have given anything to know just one of them loved me - and when I say love, I don't mean like, I'd want to marry them, or that kind of passionate, movie love. Just that they'd consent to being intimate with me. I don't think I mentioned it before, but I spent a few months inside under the impression that I'd been infected with hepatitis - thankfully I wasn't, but that really compounded this need for intimacy, because I felt like, even once I got out, a woman would never touch me again. I should note too - there is a long running conspiracy theory inside that the boss' put something in the food that numbs arousal.
The usual response to this is 'if so, why are you still jacking off to your mom? So anyway, this has all been pretty grim shit. So since I started with a list of the worst things about prison, I thought I'd leave [sic] with a list of the best things about freedom. Not sappy bullshit about your parents and sunshine - but things you probably take for granted because you've never had them taken away. Laughter No one laughs inside. You might occassionally fake a laugh when someone does something stupid, or gets what they deserve. But inside you laugh at straight up irony. Nothing is really funny when you're locked in a concrete bunker with seemingly no hope of getting out.
When I went inside, my favourite things were horror movies and violent video games. But now I can't stand the thought of them. I've seen too much real violence for one life time.
Which is the only get cast in ad seg. Offering yourself when you know someone on an increment. My splendor cell baron was this kid done for gay.
Instead I've burned through three seasons of 30 Rock. I haven't laughed so hard in my entire life. I find myself laughing at shit that a couple of years ago I would have been too jaded and cynical to laugh at, or thought that it wasn't cool to laugh at. Now I find myself cruising through Metacritic for the funniest films of the last two years. I liked to think that I used to be funny, but now, I realise I'm not. That I look in the mirror and there is this kind of grimness there. So don't take laughter for granted. It can actually be taken away quite easily. Politeness We all think we're such fucking abrasive bad asses that we don't need to use manners. I used to be the biggest offender.
But inside, it just starts to grate on you after a while - that you're forced to be polite to the boss, but your daily interactions with convicts are typified by cursing, shoving, and basically barbaric behaviour. Basic human decency becomes the thing you miss the most. Saying 'please' and 'thank you' and 'you're welcome' just simple shit like that reminds you you're human, that you're a part of society. The things I've enjoyed most since I've left are just mundane things that allow me congenial interactions with people. Paying for the bus. Talking to the person you're sitting next too. Excusing yourself when you pass someone on an escalator. I helped a woman get her pram off the bus this morning, and she probably walked away thinking 'what a nice young man' without realising I've just spent two years locked inside cesspool of human indignity for threatening a room full of people with a firearm.
That wasn't lost on me, but none the less it made me feel good about myself. Being nice makes you feel good about yourself and inside - you never feel good about yourself. Clothes I will never wear the same clothes two days in a row for as long as I live. Inside, I had two pairs of elastic waist track pants, two t-shirts, a wool sweater, and a peacoat with the buttons taken off. Three pairs of boxers. I started with more - but I shit myself a few times when I was high. Not proud of that. I had two pairs of laceless sneakers, like vans, and a pair of flip flops.
In winter, we'd basically wear all our clothes at once. When I got home, I was wearing the suit I stood trial in. I gave my prison clothes to a convict in return for some toothpaste. I opened my closet, and realised how all my old clothes were so black. I just wanted color. Like a hawaian shirt or something. Inside, every thing was variations on blue, beige and lime green. I wanted to wear all red like Jack White or something. Clothes don't maketh the man - but damn if they don't make you feel better about your place in the universe.
Just wearing jeans that fit, a belt, nice shoes - never take that for granted. It's not like I was ever a fucking fashion plate or anything, but now I have this new found appreciation for looking nice. They actually taught me how to sew inside. I've been wondering if I couldn't maybe become a tailor or something. America's first straight, ex-con fashion designer. That last thing you should never take for granted Black on white sex forum gallery this - your mental health. Every day I woke up sober inside at some points, they were rare I'd stare at the ceiling and talk to myself.
I'd take stock of my own level of madness. How justified was my paranoia today. What did Black on white sex forum gallery dream of last night. What kind of bad things will float through my head if I don't control it. I'd literally have to take stock of my own psychological well being. No one should have to do that. Because questioning your sanity is like picking at a scab - once you start it bleeding you can't help but keep picking. And by virtue of your questioning, you make it true. I went more than a little crazy inside. The insane amount of smack I ingested might have had something to do with it.
But more likely the circumstances. For me, the punishment of prison was less about separation, and more about the forced introspection. Imagine a kind of forced autism, only without being any kind of savant. That's what prison is. Outside, you're free to keep your head in check. You're free to indulge your mind and keep it healthy. And I guess if you keep your mind healthy, you'll be less inclined to find yourself inside in the first place. Are you still at that motel? I'm back at my own place. Cable was disconnected while I was gone but I can get wireless.
Place smells so fucking bad because the power was cut, fridge defrosted, and the inside kind of looks like someone died in there. It's better than the men's shelter though where most parolees end up. Strangely, I'm pretty sure the place has been broken into, probably several times, but they only took DVDs. I suspect my ex-[girlfriend] might have been living here while I was inside. But seriously this fridge looks like it's been stewing in mould for about a century. As it is, I've wheeled the fucker outside. Who knows, perhaps someone here might be able to hook you up with a job. My other question has to do with solitary, because I've felt myself strangely attracted to the idea of being in solitary confinement and sometimes wonder how I would cope.
Could you explain the experience a little more, and your reactions to it if it's not too overwhelming to think about? It's kind of funny; but all of the things you are listing about freedom that shouldn't be taken for granted - I really do appreciate and spend time reveling in them, and then I feel like I'm odd because most people just don't. I'm not sure that I have any particular reason why I do this, either. Perhaps a penchant for introspection and pessimism or as I like to say, realism about the way things are forces me focus on the small joys of life. Also OP, I have to say that I was nearly moved to tears by some of your recent posts.
Anyways, thanks for answering all these questions. I hope this conversation is benefitting you as much as the rest of us. It's disturbing, and a little embarrasing, but I'd graduated a college before going away. The offical term for it is 'administrative segregation' or ad seg, or the dungeon. Our was a low, hexagonal building with no exits and one entry, through a wire fenched tunnel. Inside your cell, which about two, three feet smaller than a normal cell and only as narrow as the door, you have two doors, one in out into the main room where the boss' have access to the other six room, and the other door to a fenced yard no more than three paces across from corner to corner.
That door would unlock for an hour, than a light would come on telling you to go back inside, than you might get one or two more hours a day if they need to hold another convict in your cell before transfer, or before being taken to infirmary. But you never see another human the whole time. Standard time in ad seg was three days to a week. Longer for the most serious infractions. My first time in solitary was during a mass transfer, which is when our pen would be filled with extra inmates from another pen over night before being moved on. I was there for three days. The first day wasn't so bad. In the beginning, I thought 'this is interesting' at least.
And I kind of enjoyed being alone. I jacked off a lot. The second day, I read the bible. Which is the only book allowed in ad seg. I began to imagine I'd been forgotten about, and I started to panic. Like Mau-dib says "Fear is the Mind Killer". Once you start down the road, there is no going back. You think you can handle it, like being alone isn't so bad, like it's almost a relief But they make the room just the slight little bit too small. You lose track of time. You can't see the light or figure out what day it is. You resort to counting out loud the seconds. You can't distract yourself anymore and you start pacing but there isn't enough room to pace and it just makes it worse.
I'd never had a panic attack before, so I didn't know what to expect. My heart just started pounding out of my chest and I felt like I was going to faint. There are 3 common methods that are used to sex day old chicks and two of the ways involve sex linked traits. There are color sexing, feather sexing and vent sexing. Vent sexing is exactly what it sounds like. Before the vent is opened, the feces in the chick must be expelled by gently squeezing the abdomen. The problem with vent sexing is that there are over fifteen different shapes associated with the copulatory organs and most people do not want to look into the cloaca or vent of a chick.
This post will first discuss color sexing, red sex-linked then black sex linked. Following this will be a discussion dealing with feather sexing. Color sexing is a tried and true way of sexing day old chicks. There are two basic kinds of sex linked color crosses; there are the red sex-linked cross and the black sex-linked cross. Any breeder can produce red sex linked chicks if they have a red male and silver female chicken that carry the correct genotype genes a bird carries. The most important thing to remember about sex-linked crosses is that 1 female offspring inherit their sex-linked trait from the father and 2 the male offspring inherit a sex-linked trait from the mother and a sex-linked trait from the father.
Red Sex Linked Crosses If the sex-linked trait is dominant in the mother and recessive in the father the father carries two recessive alleles then the sons will express the dominant trait inherited from the mother, while the daughters will express the recessive trait inherited from the father. This is the key to sex linked crosses; the male offspring can be separated from the female offspring when they hatch from the egg. An example of this is the inheritance of the silver and gold alleles genes that are used in a red sex linked cross. An example of a gold bird is a rhode island red and an example of a silver bird is a delaware.
The males will inherit two different alleles, one silver and one gold; silver is dominant therefore the male chicks will have white down due to the dominant silver gene. The mother can only give her silver allele to her sons; the mother does not determine the down color of the daughters. Only the father determines the down color of the daughters. The father will give one gold allele to each daughter causing the down of the daughters to be reddish in color. The diagram below illustrates how offspring inherit alleles.
The down color of red sex linked chicks can vary depending on the breed of bird used to make the red sex linked cross.
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sec Different breeds of chickens carry different kinds of genes and it is the genes that cause the different colors in the chick down. The chick on shite right is the perfect example of the red down color and the chick on the left is the perfect example of silver or galleery down color. As can ln seen, the female red is easily distinguished from the male silver or white. Illustration1 Not all sex linked crosses will produce the perfect down color. Here is another vorum of the down color associated with a sex linked cross.
The gold female is on top and the silver male is on the bottom Blak the picture. Illustration 2 Some wite using silver females and gold males produce offspring that can not easily be separated into groups of male chicks or female chicks. It whire important that the breeder choose the oon breeds to use in making a red sex linked cross. As a general rule, do not use autosomal barred birds Campine, Fayoumi, etc or spangled birds Appenzeller, Hamburg, etc. These birds carry the birchen allele which will not produce the down colors needed in a red sex linked cross.
The author carried out a red sex-linked cross between a silver Fotum Spitzhauben female and a Rhode Island Red male. The only way you wwhite tell the difference between the male and female chicks was by a small amount of reddish or whitish galleyr on the oj. On some chicks, you could not distinguish the difference between the gold and white on ssx chin. See Illustration froum The back of srx chick in illustration 3 is black; the black down is covering the reddish or white down making it impossible to determine the sex of the chick. Illustration 3 Breeds to Cross The above table provides some of the more common standard size breeds and varieties that can be used to produce red sex linked offspring.
The table does not include every possible silver or gold variety that can be used to produce sex linked crosses. It is not a good idea to cross just any gold male with a silver female. Research shows that specific combinations of genes are more effective at producing red sex linked chicks from gold male and silver female matings. The information concerning down color that follows this paragraph was compiled from published research. If you have had different results, it would be due to your birds being genetically different than the birds used in the research. Additional male birds that can be used in a red-sex linked cross: This cross will produce wheaten and columbian restricted chicks which according to many researchers is the preeminent genotype that expresses gold and silver.
Silver males do not always have clear down and may express back and head markings. Crossing a Group 1 male with a Rhode Island White will produce females that have reddish down while males will have a whitish down. The Rhode island white is the only bird in the table that normally carries dominant white. Other white birds may or may not carry dominant white. The first five males in Group 1 should contain mahogany Mh which heightens the buff color in a gold chick making the classification of gold chicks and silver chicks much more effective. Buff birds may also contain mahogany but in buff birds the mahogany does not heighten the expression of gold in the down.
Crossing a Group 1 male with any Group 2A or 2B female produces the effective expression of gold or silver in the offspring. This cross produces chicks with a pseudo-wild type down with gold or silver expression in the non-striped areas of the down. They sometimes have the correct genotype to produce sex linked chicks and at other times, they do not have the correct genotype to produce sex linked chicks. If a White Wyandotte carries the correct genotype, then the male down will vary in color: The females produced from a Rhode Island Red and White Wyandotte cross can also vary in color from a striped gold down into a light buff color.
Group 1 males can be crossed with Group 3 females. This cross produces the pseudo-wild type down with gold or silver being expressed on the back and face. This cross produces chicks with a pseudo--wild type down with gold or silver being expressed in the non-striped areas of the down see Illustration 2. Crossing a Group 2 male with a Rhode Island White will produce females that have reddish down while males will have whitish down. Similar to Illustration 1. The following crosses produce a black back phenotype See Illustration 3 with the gold or silver being expressed on the face and fore head of the chick.
Cross a Group 2 B male with a 2A female.