February is cold in Northern Virginia. It’s even colder when you’re in a cell alone, without a mattress, a blanket, a pillow, or a sheet.
When I walked into that cell in the basement of the Fairfax County Jail, my hands cuffed behind my back and stomach grumbling from a half a day without food, I was almost relieved. Happy to be soon free from cuffs, to be close to being processed, and to be moved to wherever I’d suffer next. What I didn’t know is that once the deputy uncuffed me and closed the small opening that I’d slipped my hands through, no one would talk to me again for days…Read More.
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