Brown and O’Neil have made it easy to relate to what they experienced before sobriety; I felt like I was there with them all along.
My situation as a Black man in prison imbued a sense of urgency to my reading of Blow’s book, allowing me a look over the wall to the horizon of possibility from a cage filled with Black and Brown bodies, including my own.
In the beginning of the book, Shaka wrote that he was in the Wayne County Jail for only six weeks following his arrest and conviction for second-degree murder. Anyone who has ever faced a murder charge knows that these cases go through the judicial system at a snail’s pace.
I can’t read her expression, but it’s familiar to me, an expression I’ve seen on the face of someone who has gone through something that was mentally and emotionally challenging.