If I had to watch them grow through a glass or in a visiting hall it would kill me , being watched from that perspective almost killed me . Parental Incarceration is endangering the lives of our babies #DontGetTaken “But, in contrast, D.C. Jail felt like a terrible place. The receiving lines were long, and the staff was discourteous, disgruntled, and unprofessional, but all of that was nothing compared to the first sight of my dad. D.C. Jail was non-contact, so I had to talk to him through one of those fiberglass windows you see in the movies . What you don't get a sense of in the movies is the smell of the place. That smell never goes away. Especially the phone; it had a lasting and appalling stench to it. Holding it against my face made me sick.
My dad was a high-profile case, so he was literally placed in a cage for the visit, which was different from the rest of the inmates. I sat down before the cloudy glass and the cage and watched him come in. He was wearing a bright-orange jumpsuit. In the holes of his Reeboks, where his shoestrings used to be, there was white cloth, which looked like pieces of bed sheets. His hands and feet were shackled, and he was shuffling toward me. Then he sat down on the other side of the glass.” Excerpt From: Tony Lewis Jr With K.L. Reeves. “Slugg A Boy's Life in the Age of Mass Incarceration.” Tony Lewis Jr With K.L. Reeves , 2015. iBooks.
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