In the claustrophobic visitation room of the Orleans Parish Prison, a giant glass pane separated me from the person on the other side dressed in glaring bright-orange jumpsuits. Even without looking at their faces, I knew who they were. They were thieves. Burglars. Drug dealers. Domestic abusers. Sex offenders…...
Reflections
What Incarcerated Individuals Taught Me About Our Shared Humanity
in Reflections, Story,
July 20, 2019
In the claustrophobic visitation room of the Orleans Parish Prison, a giant glass pane separated me from the person on the other side dressed in glaring bright-orange jumpsuits. Even without looking at their faces, I knew who they were. They were thieves. Burglars. Drug dealers. Domestic abusers. Sex offenders…...
From Horror to Empathy, First Time Prison Visit
in Reflections,
June 9, 2019
“I’m sorry about the room being so hot.” The client suddenly said, as if sincerely apologizing for causing the room to be so hot. I was kind of embarrassed, realizing that he had to spend every day under such condition, whereas I could not tolerate it for a few...