When a Gay Inmate Loses the Ability to Blend In
Outed by Accident, More Vigilant by Necessity
This article was published in collaboration with VICE.
Streams of inmates flowed from the yard toward the squat, gray, one-story cell blocks of the State Correctional Institution at Smithfield, Pa. It was 3:15, “yard-in” time, and the men were hot and restless.
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There was no shade on the yard. It’s designed that way: any protection from the sun would provide not only comfort, but also concealment.
Soon, an officer flung the gate open, and we jostled our way through, becoming bottle-necked at the entrance to the blocks.
“Anyone know what’s
