In correctionChapter 21
It started in the warden’s office when I was summoned by Jones. “What the hell is happening?” Warden Jones asked, as I was standing at attention in front of her, “We can’t have these vagrants singing songs all damn night!” “The recent inmates from the protests are now protesting their incarceration.” I explained. “Find out who the leaders are and separate them!” she bellowed, “Must I do all of the thinking around here?” “Right away ma’am.” I replied, and walked out the door. I had been...