In the tiny, heat-sodden office building of the Cartersville (Ga.) State Prison camp sat Warden Arthur W. Clay: a stocky, tight-lipped man with hair clipped high about his ears, his white shirt open at the neck, his wash trousers hitched up above the garterless white socks.
Through the office passed a long line of convicts in stripes, to testify for the visiting members of a special legislative committee. The testimony might have made impassive Warden Clay squirm:
> Prisoners get a diet mostly of peas, beans and syrup, work sunup to sundown on road gangs, know they will be beaten...