Working hand-in-hand with ODRC to serve prisons
Since 2006 TYRO’s leading program partner in Ohio, The RIDGE Project, has brought their transformative work to Ohio’s prisons, serving in 21 of Ohio’s 24 State prisons as well as several community-based facilities. Through both staff-led facilitation and peer-trained residents, TYRO has served 0ver 40,000 of Ohio’s justice involved men and women with character development programming.
TYRO’s mission closely aligns with the Ohio Dept of Rehabilitation’s, allowing us to launch nearly 1,000 TYRO classes inside Ohio state prison’s, and counting. TYRO has seen dramatic and consequential outcomes, such as reducing recidivism in every ORAS category, lowering tickets and infractions, and giving men and women a lasting hope. This last key outcome is the result of the program’s aim to help participants re-unite with their families, equip them with skills to overcome barriers in their re-entry and create a clear vision for their future.
Outcomes
- Lower recidivism
- Lower tickets & safer prisons
- ROI $3.18
- Restored hope 90%
- Parents commitment to parenting 97.5%
The outcomes that have come from The RIDGE project’s efforts as well as peer-led facilitation of classes have been evaluated and researched by several outside organizations and have resulted in being nominate as a best practice curricula in the fatherhood movement as well as character development for correctional education. For more on outcomes, click here.
In addition to in-person facilitator-led trainings, we partnered with tablet providers to bring additional resources, videos and content to support incarcerated men and women in Ohio to equip justice involved persons reconnect to their families, plan for their future and prepare for their reentry.
“For one day longer the despatches continued to come from New York. Then they, too, ceased. The man who had sent them, perched in his lofty building, had either died of the plague or been consumed in the great conflagrations he had described as raging around him. And what had occurred in New York had been duplicated in all the other cities. It was the same in San Francisco, and Oakland, and Berkeley. By Thursday the people were dying so rapidly that their corpses could not be handled, and dead bodies lay everywhere. Thursday night the panic outrush for the country began. Imagine, my grandsons, people, thicker than the salmon-run you have seen on the Sacramento river, pouring out of the cities by millions, madly over the country, in vain attempt to escape the ubiquitous death. You see, they carried the germs with them. Even the airships of the rich, fleeing for mountain and desert fastnesses, carried the germs.
“Hundreds of these airships escaped to Hawaii, and not only did they bring the plague with them, but they found the plague already there before them. This we learned, by the despatches, until all order in San Francisco vanished, and there were no operators left at their posts to receive or send. It was amazing, astounding, this loss of communication with the world. It was exactly as if the world had ceased, been blotted out. For sixty years that world has no longer existed for me. I know there must be such places as New York, Europe, Asia, and Africa; but not one word has been heard of them—not in sixty years. With the coming of the Scarlet Death the world fell apart, absolutely, irretrievably. Ten thousand years of culture and civilization passed in the twinkling of an eye, ‘lapsed like foam.’
“I was telling about the airships of the rich. They carried the plague with them and no matter where they fled, they died. I never encountered but one survivor of any of them—Mungerson. He was afterwards a Santa Rosan, and he married my eldest daughter. He came into the tribe eight years after the plague. He was then nineteen years old, and he was compelled to wait twelve years more before he could marry. You see, there were no unmarried women, and some of the older daughters of the Santa Rosans were already bespoken. So he was forced to wait until my Mary had grown to sixteen years. It was his son, Gimp-Leg, who was killed last year by the mountain lion.
