THE GARDENS AT ALCATRAZ

Everyone’s heard of The Rock: the infamous maximum-security prison that operated from 1934 to1963 on a tiny, harsh, rugged island in San Francisco Bay: Alcatraz.

The Rock has spawned movies, books and folk heroes: Escape from Alcatraz; the Bird Man of Alcatraz. Al Capone was incarcerated here, as were such notorious criminals as George “Machine Gun” Kelly, Alvin “Creepy” Karpis, Roy Gardner, and Frank Lee Morris.

But the rich and varied history of Alcatraz extends far beyond its site as a penitentiary. It was used in the 1850s as a military fort. Its lighthouse, still in operation today, was the first on the West Coast. In 1969 Indigenous activists occupied Alcatraz for 19 months. They hung a portrait of Geronimo over the fireplace mantel in the old Penitentiary Warden’s mansion and held tribal meetings around the hearth.

Today it’s known as an important bird-nesting locale as well as for the historic Alcatraz Gardens.

The Alcatraz facilities are now managed by the National Park Service as part of Golden Gate National Recreation Area. The round-trip ferry ticket for the 1.25 mile ride will set you back $45.25, but that includes any number of tours, including a general orientation tour of the island, a self-guided walking tour of the prison and, depending on the day, bird-watching tours and garden tours. (There’s also a Night Cruise ($56.30) and a Behind the Scenes Tour ($101.30)).

Major stop-off points include the Dock, the Barracks Apartments, the Guardhouse and Sally Port, the Post Exchange and Officers’ Club, the Military Schoolhouse, the Cellhouse, the Lighthouse and the Warden’s Mansion.

Completely apart from the history, you could spend hours simply drinking in the beauty of the island, the old moss-covered buildings, the beautifully-landscaped winding walkways, the 360-degree views, the sea air, the flowers and the birds.

Birds nesting on the island include three species of cormorant, The Black-crowned Night-Heron and the Snowy Egret. Everywhere you look, a lone Western Seagull has staked out a spot among the ice plant, or in a rock crevice, or atop a ledge, and sits serenely gazing out at nothing in particular.

My friend and I observed one such gull who had apparently decided to build a nest beneath a stone bench overlooking the bay. She (or possibly he: both sexes gather material, build the nest and incubate the eggs) leisurely ambled across a paved area and deposited a mouthful of grass and twigs onto a growing pile, then settled down on top for a few seconds, scooching this way and that, the way you or I might test a mattress for softness. Nah, needs more, the bird decided, and wandered back into the underbrush for more supplies.

The prison is predictably grim, especially the isolation block and The Hole. Some of the more desperate inmates leaned psychopath but many others were caught in a brutal system that was designed to break the prisoner, not to reform or rehabilitate him. Convicted murderer Robert Stroud, by some accounts a genius, had been allowed to keep and study birds at Leavenworth but was forbidden to do so during his 17 years of incarceration at The Rock—much of it in solitary confinement—making his nickname “The Bird Man of Alcatraz” a major misnomer.

Good-behavior inmates could check books out of the prison library, subscribe to magazines and listen to the radio. Many played bridge or chess. For two-and-a-half hours each day, the men had access to the rec yard. But the wind coming off the bay made for fierce cold, and in its heyday, Alcatraz—housing as it did “problem” prisoners, serial killers, and crime syndicate kingpins—was by all accounts one of the harshest maximum security prisons in the U.S. 36 prisoners tried 14 separate escapes, none verified as successful. 

The gardens are spectacular. Officers’ families and staff began digging borders and planting terraces even before the maximum-security prisoners arrived. Images taken as far back as 1870 show a formal Victorian garden in resplendent bloom. When the Bureau of Prisons arrived in 1933, Fred Reichel, the warden’s secretary, began caring for the gardens himself, collecting plants from around the world and training certain inmates.

One, Elliott Michener, wrote to the warden after his release, “For the first time I’m learning how much better one can do living honestly than by, say, counterfeiting! We have cars and a fat bank accounts…And we have a favor to ask: will you send us a bush of our old ‘Gardener’ rose?”

For four decades after the penitentiary closed, the gardens were abandoned. That so many plants survived the harsh climate and barren soil seems a metaphor for the inmates who served out their terms and went on to lead productive, useful lives after their release.

Starting in 2005, the Garden Conservancy and its affiliates began installing sustainable, substitute plants, similar in type and scale to those in historic photographs, for those that had been lost. Today over 230 ornamental species survive: huge old-growth stands of pride-of-madeira, agaves, iris, nasturtium, California poppies, fuchsia, heliotrope calla lilies and lavender. A rare French rose previously considered extinct, the ‘Bardou Job,’ was found growing on Alcatraz in 1990. 

Today, the Golden Gate National Parks Conservancy’s staff work with volunteer gardeners to maintain the historic gardens. One day the Rock will sink back into the sea. May the flowers first broadcast their seeds. May the gulls remain.

3 Replies to “THE GARDENS AT ALCATRAZ”

  1. Yes yes yes on the stunning gardens. I didn’t know about the Geronimo hanging. Ha…..I have been there too just like so many intrigued by the entire place and life of imprisonment that I can not imagine. Lonely desperate men under the gun all the time hearing the chugging chug chug and horn blaring sounds of the city at night. Laying starting at a dark and cracking ceiling much of the time. Longing freedom to no avail. Leaping straight up perhaps in the middle of the night from a frightful dream that seemed so real. No choice but to either find peace inwardly and busy one’s self in the present without too much thought or hope of a future freedom gain. I have many thoughts and imaginations of how they lived.

    I have had the experience of working as a nurse in two different correctional facilities. I actually loved it. I also walked through with a death row inmate as a pen pal for 2-3 years before he was executed in Huntsville TX. To my shock and amazement he was a prolific talented artist who seemed to reform himself and had to die so horribly.

    So all that being said, I was very piqued with interest when I saw you wrote about Alcatraz. It’s the gardens I longed to focus on instead because of the beauty created on such a daunting frightening residence of past. Made me think of the verse that references, all things work for the good…..

    Thank you for making me think of that place again and allow me to muse over what I haven’t thought of in quite a while.

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Barbara, thanks for these rich reflections. Yes, there was so much to take in–the stunning beauty of the setting, landscape, gardens, birds, and crumbling, moss-covered outbuildings–juxtaposed with the brutality and suffering. Afterwards I read a biography of Richard Stroud (The Birdman of Alcatraz) who was a fascinating figure, kind of a genius sociopath who managed to make the most of his decades of confinement, and another of James Quillen, who tried to escape I think twice, and finally served his time, got out, and went on to raise a family and live a “normal” life…what’s heartbreaking about so many of these guys’ lives (and women, too, who end up in prison) is that they almost invariably have at least one alcoholic parent. Who is almost invariably AWOL emotionally and is often viciously abusive. That you accompanied your Death Row inmate for 2-3 years was a beautiful work of mercy.

      Anyway, the visit made a deep impression on me, from the mournful sound of the ferry foghorn to The Rock hoving into view to a peek into one of The Holes…there but for the grace of God go I…

  2. Barbara again….correction…..Laying STARING at cracked ceiling…
    And thank you for AllowING me to muse
    (Couldn’t just let the typos go….

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