prison stories

2021-02-15T12:29:03-05:00Juveniles in Prison|

What Really Happens in Juvenile Detention

At the ripe young age of eleven, in the fifth grade of elementary school, I was arrested and transferred to Mount Sinai psych ward for assaulting my math teacher, Mr. Friedman.  A counselor named Ms. Brown convinced the cops that I should be taken to a hospital instead of a jail cell.
2020-08-15T12:26:15-04:00Childhood|

My Childhood: A Verbal Fast

I don't remember exactly what I said, but it couldn't have been more than a nanosecond after "fucking bitch" that my face exploded and blood gushed everywhere. We were grocery shopping at C-Town supermarket and I wanted the real 'Fruity Pebbles', [...]

Latinx Prisoners Take Self-Help to a New Level

I've watched countless faces pass through what seems to be a revolving door, leading out, and—all too often—right back into my home. It's rarely difficult to pinpoint who I'll see again by their behaviors while incarcerated. Some choose to believe the narrative that they're little more than animals—as evident by the cages they're locked in—while others cling to a sense of humanity with a vigor that's impossible to overlook, because it makes them a glaring minority in an environment where only ignorance and violence are praised.