The grating sound of metal on metal as the reverberating CLANNGGG of the heavy prison doors closing on you for the first time cannot be forgotten. The smell of prison; the malicious looks of the guards; the claustrophobic feeling of a cell which distorts your intestines and bleaches your thoughts bare before you even see it.
“I am here for no reason. I have not been charged with anything. Does anyone know I am here?”
My crime was to say I was going to Bethlehem. There were 11…