Lately I have been oddly fascinated with Alcatraz Island. I have been watching a documentary about the three men who escaped from Alcatraz in 1962. The three men were Clarence Anglin, John Anglin, and Frank Morris. There was a fourth man, Allen West who claims to be the mastermind behind the escape, but was left behind.
How can the mastermind be dumb enough to be left behind? I believe that he got the group together and said that they were going to plan an escape, but that Frank Morris was indeed the mastermind. The plan was ingenious. They were able to create fake heads out of toilet paper, glue and paint.
They used the fake heads to fool the guards doing the nightly patrols. This gave them from 9.30 PM until 5:30 AM to escape from Alcatraz and make is safely to Angle Island. They even collected rain jackets from other inmates to create a raft. Nobody has ever seen these three men again. Debris from their makeshift lifeboat was found through San Francisco Bay, but this could very well have been to distract the FBI from searching on land.
The only thing from the three men was a postcard to the police saying, “hahaha, we made it” and it was signed, Frank, John, and Clarence. This postcard was never proven to be from the three escapees, and to this day, nobody knows for certain if they survived their escape from Alcatraz.
Anyways, if you can’t tell already, I love all the history that comes from Alcatraz. The fact that this prison is secluded on an island almost 2 miles off the coast of San Francisco is immensely intriguing to me. San Francisco is such a huge city, and tourist destination, but less than 2 miles away is this famous maximum security prison.
One day I will tour Alcatraz and I hope it’s better than my imaginary adventure.