How can men be properly human if they’re left to rot? | Carol Topolski
In learning how to create a children’s story, inmates not only connect with their offspring but themselves
The corridor outside abruptly teems with men, visible through the internal windows. (There are always windows to keep an eye on us inside.) One or two break out of the turbulence and come into the room: slouching, ambling, occasionally sauntering. Some wear prison-issue tracksuits in several states of decrepitude; others are dapper in their own clothes, often seriously labelly.
They settle around the tables, arranged so that each man is visible to the rest and they banter – familiar, sometimes barbed prison chat – as they wait for the others to arrive. They know why they’re here – they have elected to be here – but when the rubric is explained,
