A story begins where it begins. Tomorrow my story may begin 40 years ago but today it begins here. I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed, watching through a blur of tears and window bars as the landscape of my life disappeared. The house faded behind the trees as we sped down... Continue Reading →
Jail Tales 4 – Experiencing, observing, analysing people
I used to go to church in the Spanish girls' cells. One of the women in our pod was a pastor. She held prayer meetings. A lot of crying and wailing went on and they had these songs they'd sing, like I'd never heard before, with a particular harmony and rhythm that felt alien at... Continue Reading →
Jail Tales 5 – The TV Wars
There was a schedule for TV, but Lulu overrode it and for the most part the pod was peaceful, so the officers let it slide. She and Christiani loved hip hop and would switch channels and turn up the volume full blast. I hate that kind of noise. It disturbs my spirit. After living in the peace... Continue Reading →
Jail Tales 3 – Moved to another jail. The next breakdown
My next breakdown occurred in the second jail I was shipped to, 6 hours drive from my home town. Comes a time when all illegals must face the journey to an ICE detention centre. The one I was sent to on October 17th 2012, was Irwin County Detention Center which 'rented' a few pods to... Continue Reading →