My year in a ladies’ jail

My year in a ladies’ jail

Brand brand NEW ARRIVALS IN federal jail are stuck in sort of purgatory when it comes to month that is first therefore. You can’t do anything—can’t have a job, can’t go to GED classes, can’t say a word when ordered to shovel snow at odd hours of the night when you are on Admissions and Orientation status. The formal line is the fact that your lab tests and clearances must keep coming back from whatever mystical destination they’re going before your jail life really can begin. But next to nothing paperwork that is involving quickly in jail.

Inside my A&O duration in the minimum-security jail in Danbury, Conn., I became frequently afraid—less of physical violence (I experiencedn’t seen any proof of it) than to getting cursed down publicly for breaking a jail guideline or even a prisoner guideline. (more…)