Super Bowl Sunday in prison, or “the Big House” as we call it, is always a tense time. Rumors fly that guards will use any excuse to lock us down, cutting off TV access and preventing us from watching the game. This year, despite a few surprise searches,...
It’s been two weeks since I arrived at camp. The facility is full, housing around 255 inmates. The population seems split roughly in half: about 50% are here for drug charges (mostly intent to distribute), and the other half, like me, are white-collar offenders....
I stood in a cage, watching guards hurry down the hall. Two identical empty cages flanked mine. “Strip!” one of the guards yelled. They were serious, their voices laced with disgust. Fear stripped my clothes off quickly. Most SHU inmates are being punished. The guards...
I heard life is just a series of rooms you’re in with different people. That best describes my first day. I arrived at FCI Cumberland at 11:00 a.m. The letter detailing my self-surrender said to report to the satellite camp at 2 p.m., but I was told to get there...
Tonight is my last night in this house—my beautiful home of nine years, five of which have been spent under house arrest. It’s surreal to think about how long I’ve been here, confined to this space, yet safe in it. Tomorrow night, I’ll be in a hotel, and the next day,...
