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Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that level for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The usual number of hangings on execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable. The legal appeals process takes about a year. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate’s appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine’s Day. (Who says prison administrators have no sense of humor?) 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The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the platform at a height of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is Blowjobs further held up by steel suspension cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform. The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in terror at the sight of the waiting noose. (We keep a mop and bucket handy.) There is a peep hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large steel squares or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of seasoned manila hemp. The noose is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman’s knot. To be honest, this version won out because the execution team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple executions. One noose dangles in front of each block. The actual execution crew who carry out the hangings are all male corrections officers; female corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell. At eight thirty on the morning of the execution, I enter the death house by the inside door (not from the gallows side) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her death warrant and asking if she has any last words to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official witnesses (no media) are allowed in. They are paid $50 per execution plus travel expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o’clock sharp, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the signal to begin. The holding cells are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. 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