I Met My Friend in Prison. Now I Doubt His Innocence.
“Did the police contact you?”
My heart stopped upon reading this out-of-the-blue text message from my old friend, James. I replied that I was just checking out at the grocery store, but that no, the police had not contacted me. I said I would call him later.
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He didn’t tell me what it was about.
James was someone I had met while volunteering in the maximum-security wing of a state prison some years before. I was involved in prison ministry, helping a priest who visited inmates in segregation, where the men are on lockdown for 23 hours a day.
The “seg unit” where James lived was a noisy place. Located
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