Chapter 13
I lived alive through a nightmare because I couldn’t escape this reality. The shadows of the bars crept toward me, deriding me, letting me know that this was where I belonged. Prison was a whirlwind of senselessness, an endless void without time, without day or night or hours, without contact with the outside world, without companionship or comfort, without clean water to drink. There was no sleep, and it was so cold the only sound I knew besides rattling keys and turning locks was the creaking of my own bones.
Those of us arrested for picketing before the White House refused to do the prison work assigned us since we were still fighting for the political prisoner status that was our due. As a result, we spent days in solitary confinement in the punishment cells. I could hardl
