Now this is happening:
VoJ in the media!
Stuff people are saying:
- mike on Breakfast in the desert with a convicted child molester
- Matt Peebles on Why I’m doing this…
- Ali Guitron on Breakfast in the desert with a convicted child molester
- Greg Doyle on Breakfast in the desert with a convicted child molester
- Donkey Punch on Breakfast in the desert with a convicted child molester
Voices of Justice is an independent project.
I’m financing it on my own with the help of donations from awesome people.
You can learn more about my policy of full financial transparency here, or just go for the gusto and donate to the project here:
We met at a bar in the back of a Mexican restaurant at the edge of town.
I wanted to know about assaults, about verbal abuse, about what it feels like to kiss your kids goodbye every day knowing there’s a very real chance an inmate will rip your throat open with a chunk of cafeteria tray before nightfall.
He told me about accepting death beneath 18 fists and 18 feet, about feeding the man that stabbed your partner, about making love to your wife with a condom for three months because someone with hepatitis shoved feces in your mouth.
It was raining outside.
Crescent City street at night
In coastal Crescent City, it always seems to be raining this time of year. Sun-smothering clouds drizzle in their sleep. Wet winds slap flesh from white to red then back to white. The soul swallows salt water.
He smoked Seneca Lights — Tax-free cigarettes sold by the Native Americans who worked the land here before the prison folks, the loggers and even the gold hunters.
Most of all, I wanted to know, why. Why spent your days with rapists and murderers at what’s been called “the largest maximum security lock-up in the free world”? Why be a correctional officer at Pelican Bay State Prison?
We drank whiskey. And he told me … more