I have to be quiet. I don’t dare speak. It won’t make any difference anyway while these bare concrete walls contain my body. As I stand beside an open steel toilet attached to a sink I know my words would be meaningless to those in power. Not my skin color though. No money for bail so I stay in this 8’ x 6’ box, which is now my bathroom, my living room, my jail cell.
Partial writing by George White III