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After prison, more punishment

They did their time. But as the formerly incarcerated reenter the workforce, will their past be held against them?

Meko Lincoln, 46, wants to be a licensed chemical dependency clinician, but his years in prison could work against him. Partaja Spann-Taylor, 34, wants to be a licensed social worker, but her felony record may be a barrier.

September 3, 2019
By Tracy Jan - Washington Post

PROVIDENCE, R.I. — He had spent 17 of his 46 years behind bars, locked in a pattern of addiction and crime that led to 16 prison terms. Now, Meko Lincoln pushed a cart of cleaning supplies at the reentry house to which he had been paroled in December, determined to provide for his grandchildren in a way he failed to do as a father.
“Keep on movin’, don’t stop,” Lincoln sang, grooving to the British R&B group Soul II Soul on his headphones as he emptied trash cans and scrubbed toilets at Amos House. He passed a bulletin board plastered with hiring notices — a line cook, a warehouse worker, a landscaper — all good jobs for someone with a felony record, but not enough for him.
Lincoln, who is training to be a drug and alcohol counselor, wants those lost years to count for something more.
“I lived it,” he said. “I understand it. My past is not a liability. It’s an asset. I can help another person save their life.”
Yet because regulations in Rhode Island and most other states exclude people with criminal backgrounds from many jobs, Lincoln’s record, which includes sentences for robbery and assault, may well be held against him.
Across the country, more than 10,000 regulations restrict people with criminal records from obtaining occupational licenses, according to a database developed by the American Bar Association. The restrictions are defended as a way to protect the public. But Lincoln and others point out that the rules are often arbitrary and ambiguous.
Licensing boards in Rhode Island can withhold licenses for crimes committed decades ago, by citing a requirement that people display “good moral character,” without taking into account individual circumstances or efforts toward rehabilitation.
Such restrictions make it challenging for the formerly incarcerated to enter or move up in fast-growing industries such as health care, human services and some mechanical trades, according to civil liberties lawyers and economists. These include the very jobs they’ve trained for in prison or in reentry programs like Lincoln’s. And without jobs, many of those released could end up back in jail, experts say.
Lincoln’s hope of getting licensed as a chemical dependency clinician will be a vivid test of how much the system is willing to forgive.
His 16 prison terms resulted from charges including narcotics possession, resisting arrest, obtaining money under false pretense, malicious destruction of property and assaulting police as well as repeated parole violations for returning to drugs, according to the Rhode Island Department of Corrections.
Lincoln said his crimes were committed while he was intoxicated or high, or trying to obtain heroin and crack cocaine. He would buy drugs, dilute them and resell them to other people with addictions, actions that resulted in robbery charges. He sold fake drugs to undercover police and hit a drug dealer’s car with a crowbar.
Licensing restrictions are among the many obstacles to establishing a stable economic footing after prison. Incarceration carries a stigma, and many employers are leery of hiring people who have spent time in prison.
But states with the strictest licensing barriers tend to have higher rates of recidivism, according to research by Stephen Slivinski, an economist at the Center for the Study of Economic Liberty at Arizona State University.
“In many states, a criminal record is a stain that you can’t wash off,” Slivinski said. “There is no amount of studying that can take away this mark in your past if a licensing board wants to use it against you.”
Even Rhode Island, a state on the forefront of sentencing reform, has some of the nation’s most restrictive licensing regulations, according to separate analyses by the liberal National Employment Law Project and the libertarian Institute for Justice.
For Lincoln, obtaining a license could mean the difference between the $25,000-a-year job as a “peer recovery coach” he’s being trained for at his reentry program at Amos House and the $50,000 he could earn a year as a chemical dependency clinician — a licensed drug and alcohol counselor who can treat people with addictions, not just mentor them.
“Licensing legitimizes us as somebody,” he said. “It’s recognition.”
And there is a need for more black counselors like Lincoln as the share of minorities dying of opioid overdoses rises in Rhode Island and across the country.
“He has the life experience that would allow somebody else to say, ‘Well, if Meko can do it, I can possibly do it, too,’ ” said Amos House chief executive Eileen Hayes, who offered Lincoln the chance to train as a recovery coach after witnessing his progress.
In May, as instructors passed out certificates during a ceremony on the last day of Lincoln’s recovery coaching class, he tried to focus on all that he’s accomplished in the six months since his release from prison.
He had stayed clean through a 90-day rehab program. Moved from the bottom bunk in the rooming house he shared with 19 other guys into his own basement apartment nearby. Got a job, making $11 an hour as a custodian.
Soon he would start a paid internship as the weekend night manager of the men’s residency at Amos House, where he had lived until February.
Amid his classmates’ cheers and applause, anxiety crept in.
What if this is as good as it gets?
One day this summer, Lincoln ambled through the crowded Amos House cafeteria dispensing hugs, elbow bumps and compliments in Spanish and English. Bald, cleanshaven except for a short goatee, with 18-inch biceps bulging beneath his shirt sleeves, Lincoln was unrecognizable from the skeleton he used to be in the depths of his addiction.
“I see something nice! You blinging!” he shouted to a woman with a new set of teeth.
He wrapped his arms around a man in his 60s who was recently back from detox and snagged a piece of his cinnamon roll.
A guy in line for chili and Spanish rice who knew Lincoln from prison called out to him: “I just got out. I got no ID. No transportation. No nothing.”
The people seeking food, job training, counseling and shelter here are a constant reminder to Lincoln of how quickly sobriety can unravel.
This was his second pass through Amos House, a social service agency whose clientele include the homeless, people seeking help with addiction and the formerly incarcerated.
The first time, Lincoln relapsed soon after completing the 90-day program, availing himself of the drugs being sold just blocks away. He returned to prison for three years for heroin possession, stealing drugs and beating up a drug dealer.
“Instead of facing life on its terms, I kind of folded like a lawn chair,” he said.
Rhode Island Superior Court Justice Kristin E. Rodgers told Lincoln during his 2016 sentencing hearing that he could not blame his relapse on the pressures of sobriety or his difficult childhood.
“The problem with you, Mr. Lincoln, is that when you go to the dark side, you go big,” Rodgers said, according to the court transcript. “And you have victims that are out there. There are robberies, there’s drug dealing. These are not victimless crimes, sir.”
Lincoln responded that his crimes were driven by the disease of addiction, committed largely against others in similar situations.
“I never . . . take anything from anybody that ain’t taken something from me,” he told the judge. “And when I’m on drugs, it’s the people that’s using drugs.”
Lincoln grew up in a south Providence neighborhood surrounded by poverty, drugs and violence. His father was in prison for murder and struggled with his own addiction. His mother raised four boys largely on her own.
He said he began drinking and smoking marijuana with older teens at age 12 — then started using crack cocaine and selling it, picking up his first possession charge at 14.
He said he was talented enough at football that he was approached by college scouts, but that dream evaporated in a string of arrests and stints in juvenile detention. He dropped out of high school his junior year.
He was homeless, high and just 19 when his first daughter, Janelle Hazard, was born. At 21, Lincoln served his first term in prison — 14 months for robbing a drunk man of a bottle of liquor in 1994.
Hazard ended up in foster care, begrudgingly getting to know her father in weekly prison visits during a 10-year sentence — Lincoln’s longest — for a 2002 robbery conviction. While serving that sentence, he learned he had a second daughter; the two remain estranged.
Lincoln said the 2002 conviction resulted from a false accusation by a Providence narcotics detective. Public records show the detective pleaded guilty to charges related to drug dealing in 2010 as part of a larger cocaine operation.
Over his years in prison, an older inmate taught him to read and write. He got his GED. He read the Koran and embraced Islam, a religion he said taught him how to forgive — himself and others.
During his last stint, Hazard brought her own two boys for Saturday visits. Her sons developed a bond with their grandfather, throwing mini footballs in the visiting room decorated with Disney characters. Her third child, a girl, was born while Lincoln was imprisoned.

Lincoln plays with his 7-year-old grandson, Jahvon. He wants to provide for his three grandchildren in a way he failed to do as a father.

Lincoln would mail his grandchildren CD recordings of his voice reading them books.
He wants to be a model for them, in the way he was not for their mother.
“When she was being raised and needed me, I wasn’t there,” Lincoln said. “I wanted to present them with proof that they could one day become something they want to be.”
He participated in behavioral therapy and entered a chemical dependency program, which inspired him to consider counseling as a career.
In his last six months of incarceration, he recalled propping a folded paper name tag on a table in the day room. As guys around him played cards and chess, Lincoln played therapist.
“I was trying a shoe on to see how it would fit,” he said, “acting as if I had an office.”
Other inmates made fun of him. But some sat down to talk, venting about their cellmates or corrections officers.
In October, two months before he was paroled, Lincoln wrote a letter on a piece of notebook paper to the coordinator of the men’s program at Amos House. “If given the opportunity to be released back there, I will not repeat the cycle,” he wrote.
When he got out, Lincoln had been sober for three years — the longest he’d been clean in decades.
Hazard, now 27, picked him up, driving him to his grandsons’ school. He jumped out of the SUV in his blue prison-issued sweatsuit, yelling, “Surprise!” Then Hazard and the boys, now 8 and 7, dropped him off at Amos House, hopeful it would be the last time.
Lincoln committed to daily 12-step meetings. Worked through childhood feelings of abandonment during group therapy. Coped with feeling insecure, powerless, useless. Through it all, his urine tests remained clean.
In July, Lincoln embarked on accumulating the 500 internship hours he needs to be certified as a peer recovery coach — his first step toward his goal of becoming a licensed drug and alcohol counselor — while holding onto his afternoon cleaning shift.
On a recent Friday as Lincoln headed to an afternoon prayer service at his mosque, an unshaven man with matted hair stopped him on the steps of Amos House.
“I’ve missed you, man,” slurred Lincoln’s childhood friend, his face drawn and pupils constricted, as he pulled Lincoln in for an embrace. “You know how sometimes you feel like you’re walking around and you’ve got no soul?”
Lincoln asked if he wanted to get clean.
His friend did not answer. Instead, he asked, “You don’t got no five dollars? No bud on you?”
Lincoln shook his head no. “I love you.”

Inmates at the Rhode Island Department of Corrections in Cranston can shave time off their sentences by participating in job training, but some may encounter licensing barriers upon release.

The entirety of Rhode Island's state prison population is confined to one square mile in Cranston, where 2,640 inmates are divided among six facilities surrounded by barbed wire and armed guards.
Rhode Island reduced its prison population by 23 percent between 2008 and 2016, in part by giving inmates time off their sentences for participating in academic classes, rehabilitative programs, paid work or job training.
Jorge Henriquez shaved more than one year off his five-year sentence for dealing cocaine by taking classes and working in the prison auto body shop.
The 32-year-old father of two is halfway through a course in heating and air conditioning, a fast-growing field, and is excited about the prospects of a lucrative — and legal — career.
“When you have a record, there’s not a lot of good-paying jobs out there,” said Henriquez, who is scheduled for parole in February.
Rhode Island does not officially bar people with criminal histories from being licensed in HVAC, but under state law, licenses in HVAC and other mechanical trades can be revoked or suspended for felony convictions.
Bill Okerholm, the HVAC instructor, said that the union of plumbers, pipe fitters and refrigeration technicians accepts people with records as apprentices on a case-by-case basis. But of the 250 men he’s trained at the prison in the past five years, Okerholm can’t recall anyone who has been licensed after their release.
“Guys like Jorge deserve a second chance,” said Okerholm, noting Henriquez’s enthusiasm and attention in the course. “There’s a great need in these trade jobs for someone like him.”
With a quarter of the U.S. workforce in a licensed occupation, compared with just 5 percent in the 1950s, more than two dozen states have begun to loosen licensing restrictions — but Rhode Island is lagging behind.
While opponents say current licensing regulations are ambiguous and inconsistent, supporters of the licensing regime say undoing the restrictions would usurp the authority of state boards and create additional burdens for agencies. More important, supporters say that the regulations are aimed at protecting public health and safety, and that it would be irresponsible to let people with criminal records, especially those involving violent offenses, enter certain professions.
An attempt at change — with a bill that would have limited licensing denials to people whose crimes directly relate to an occupation — died in the Rhode Island General Assembly in June when the House introduced an amendment excluding those convicted of a violent crime. The broad definition, which included robbery, larceny and burglary, would have excluded people like Lincoln.
“Some state agencies expressed concerns that were valid and can’t be disregarded,” Rhode Island House Speaker Nicholas A. Mattiello (D) said in a statement. Mattiello declined to be interviewed but said the House would revisit the issue when a new legislative session begins in January.
Criminal justice policy analysts say the licensing barriers discourage people with records from applying in the first place because they are routinely told their convictions make them ineligible.
The state of occupation licensing

States across the country deny occupational licenses to people based on their criminal records. About half of them outline clear standards for how licensing boards should consider criminal records.
Few states collect this type of data, but in Texas, 15 percent of prospective applicants to the state Department of Licensing and Regulation in the past four years were deemed ineligible through a criminal history evaluation letter — an optional preliminary review of their convictions, the agency said.
In many of those cases, determinations were based on decades-old convictions or crimes irrelevant to the licenses being sought, according to letters obtained by the Texas Criminal Justice Coalition. The department said that those who wish to be reevaluated may do so effective this month under new criteria established by lawmakers that only crimes directly related to the job can be grounds for denial.
About a dozen states have enacted more-modest reforms, according to the Institute for Justice. California’s 2018 bill requires convictions be “substantially related” to an occupation for licenses to be denied. Florida, New York and Iowa recently eased licensing restrictions for a limited number of occupations.
Meanwhile, bills introduced this year in South Carolina, Louisiana, Missouri and other states failed to advance.

At a Juneteenth celebration in Providence, Anusha Alles, an organizer at Direct Action for Rights and Equality, talks about a bill for “fair chance licensing” that later died in the legislature.

Partaja Spann-Taylor, one of Lincoln's classmates in his recovery coaching course, is a reminder to Lincoln of the barriers to developing a career post-incarceration. The 34-year-old — whose criminal record is far slighter than his — pursued jobs in health care and social services when she got out of prison a decade ago — only to be met by rejection after rejection because of her criminal background.
Spann-Taylor was charged with delivering cocaine and reckless driving in 2006 when her then-boyfriend made a drug delivery. She was released on bail after two weeks in jail and got five years of probation and a suspended sentence.
In 2008, when she was four months pregnant, she was incarcerated for 30 days after her friends got into a fight at a nightclub. She was charged with assault, even though she said she did not participate, because her presence violated the terms of her probation.
After her release, Spann-Taylor tried to enroll in a free training program to become a certified nursing assistant.
She was rejected. Her felony record disqualified her, she was told — shutting her out not only from future licensing but from training as well.
“A lot of people would say, ‘Well, stick with the retail and the food service industries. They’re the most forgiving in terms of your background,’ ” Spann-Taylor said. “But I needed to make a living for me and my daughter.”
She considered a career in physical therapy. But that, too, has licensing barriers. She said an admissions officer at New England Institute of Technology told her that she would need to pass a criminal-background check for clinical placement or employment.
So Spann-Taylor waitressed at a steak house while getting her associate degree in human services and then a bachelor’s degree in social work.
After graduating from college in 2013, she got a job as a court advocate for domestic violence victims, but the offer was rescinded before she could even start when her felony conviction showed up in a background check. A second job offer, a teaching position at a prison, was also rescinded because of her criminal record.
It took five more years of waitressing before Amos House offered her a job getting homeless, drug-addicted women off the streets of Providence.
In May, Spann-Taylor, now a married mother of two, enrolled part time in a master’s program to become a clinical social worker — even though her felony record could end up disqualifying her from licensing.
Under Rhode Island law, licensed clinical social workers must be free of felony convictions — unless the professional board determines those previous convictions aren’t a risk to public safety. The state Health Department said it has no record of anyone with a felony conviction applying for a license in social work or chemical dependency counseling in the past five years.
Spann-Taylor knows she will struggle to persuade the licensing board to overlook her record.
Even if she obtains her license, some major health insurers will not contract with providers with felony backgrounds. At times, she wonders whether the $40,000 she’s accumulated in student loan debt will be worth it.
Still, she feels she has little choice.
“People lose hope when the door keeps closing in your face,” she said. “I got frustrated thinking I was just going to be a waitress for the rest of my life. I’ll keep trying to bust through these doors until they open.”
Lincoln knows that with his lengthier prison sentences, he faces even higher career hurdles. So he focuses on what he can control — learning as much as he can about counseling, piecing together as many internship hours as possible, staying clean and making things right with his family.
His “training ground” — as Lincoln calls it — was the red three-story house where he spent the first three months after his release, learning how to abide by rules and routine outside prison walls and how to feel the emotions he buried while he was incarcerated or high.
“Once you put the drugs down, all those feelings you were trying to numb come rushing back — you sold yourself short, neglected your family, the guilt,” Lincoln said. “I didn’t know how to be a dad. I didn’t even know how to be a human. I just existed. I breathed. I ate.”
Freedom felt confusing at first. He relished showering alone, eating with a fork rather than a spork, opening the windows and seeing squirrels and birds. Yet, he was anxious being in public spaces like restaurants, buses and grocery stores, fearing judgment from strangers. Anxious about his future and the pressure to get himself together.
And there were moments of regret and shame.
It hurt to hear his 8-year-old grandson use “crackhead” as a playground insult. It hurt when the boy tried to dig in his pockets for a dollar and Lincoln pulled out a wallet devoid of bills because payday wasn’t until the next day. It hurt to admit he was secretly relieved when his grandchildren came down with pinkeye, because he didn’t have the $70 to take them to Chuck E. Cheese as they’d planned.
Now he talks about his feelings. His daughter said they’ve never been closer. But it’s still early. Her mind won’t ease until he’s stayed out of prison for at least a year.
“He’s never pushed this hard,” Hazard said. “I’m afraid he’s going to give up — because of the past. I don’t want my kids to go through what I went through. I don’t want them to experience the heartbreak that I felt.”
At his kitchen table one recent evening, Lincoln pored over a chart of Freud, Jung, Piaget and Erickson he’d drawn as a study aid for an Introduction to Counseling course. He’s 15 credits shy of his associate degree.
In August, his fiancee, Andrea Heath, moved into his one-bedroom apartment from the sober house where she had been living. They met at Amos House, shortly after his release from prison. He was borrowing a suit for a job interview. She was drawn to the bounce in his step.
“My first thought was wow, this guy is going places,” said Heath, 33, who makes $10.75 an hour manufacturing defibrillators. “I’ve never met someone who’s been so motivated and makes me want so much more in life.”
They’ve talked about having children in a year or two.
Every day, Lincoln drives the mile from their apartment to Amos House, traveling the same roads he used on, passing the corner where he was last arrested.
Heroin addicts shoot up on porches, and bundles of dope are sold in the open. Lincoln keeps a bag of naloxone in his glove compartment — and another in the trunk — in case someone overdoses.
In one week alone, Lincoln learned of two deaths: a childhood friend and a neighbor’s boyfriend who just got out of prison.
“It’s a stark reminder that I have these opportunities,” he said, “but at any given moment, this disease can attack anybody.”
Just before midnight on a recent Saturday, Lincoln returned to the "men's house" — this time as the overnight manager. The eight-hour shift would count toward his training as a counselor.
He arrived with a plastic grocery bag containing his prayer rug and a library book: “The New Jim Crow,” Michelle Alexander’s account of the permanent second-class status of black men who have been incarcerated.
“The real punishments begin when we are released from prison,” Lincoln said.
He hopes to pick up more shifts at the house, helping men like himself restart their lives and, in doing so, helping himself stay on the right path.
“It’s a good reminder that I don’t want to be here again,” he said.
By 2 a.m. the house was still, the television off. Lincoln climbed two flights of stairs to conduct his hourly head counts, peeking into each of the four bedrooms with no locks. The only sound was snoring.
Upon returning to the brightly lit office by the front door, Lincoln cracked the window and savored the cool, fresh air.
Just before 4 a.m., he unfurled his green prayer rug and pointed it east. He removed his red Nike high-tops, loosened his belt and rolled up the legs of his jeans. Then he knelt, trying not to think about the mouse he’d seen scurrying across the room earlier in the night.
In an hour, the men would start to wake, groggily rolling into the office with cigarettes tucked behind their ears and seeking permission to step out for a smoke.
Lincoln would open the top right drawer of the desk and distribute the cellphones that had been confiscated for the night so that no one would be tempted to text their dealer. He would unlock the closet where baskets of medication are kept, logging how many doses of Suboxone were swallowed by clients to help manage their addictions.
And he would say goodbye to a lanky guy with long hair who was asked to leave because he could not stay clean, just as Lincoln failed to stay clean three years ago.
But for the next three minutes, Lincoln recited the dawn prayer, touching his forehead to the rug — grateful, in this moment, that he’d made it to the other side.

Lincoln, a convert to Islam, prays in his basement apartment. He says the religion taught him how to forgive — himself and others.