I'm going to prison again

I was a bundle of nerves the night before. I wasn’t sure how the inmates would treat me; I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it be like the movies? Would my life be in danger?  

The morning of May 25th my group arrived at Coxsackie Correctional Facility, a maximum security prison complete with armed guard towers and two-story high razor wire fencing.  Our group was buzzed into the front gate; correctional officers photocopied our identifications; then invisible stamps were placed on the backs of our hands. After checking in, we were escorted to a conference room where we met with the Superintendent of the prison and his executive team. This would be the first of many meetings that day.

More on this visit to come…

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