Former inmate Michael Humphrey now gives tours of the place, and man he has stories.
New federal data shows some stark racial disparities.
Starting today, I plan to voluntarily spend 30 days in solitary confinement in the La Paz County Jail in Parker, Arizona. It won't be my first time in the hole, though.
I thought getting arrested might help my daughter kick heroin. I was wrong.
Even before Rob moved in, I'd already heard he was a bit... off.
Used to having a roof over my head, a wall or fence around me, and my peripheral vision obscured by bars or wire, I now felt vertigo. But it was a brief taste of quasi-freedom.
A cut means more inside than it does on the street, and that's especially true in solitary—where some guys haven't seen their own reflection in a month.
The demonization of black victims and the lionization of law enforcement have to stop.
In 1979, Ricky Olds watched his friend kill a man, then himself got sentenced to life in prison. More than three decades later, the Supreme Court has given him a shot at freedom.
Together you get your financial house in order, finalize his will, take baths, and cry.
He came at me with a knife screaming "Kill me!" and "I'm going to kill you." I shot him once in the stomach, but stopped there.
"The funniest thing is, I love the system," he tells us from the notorious New York City jail.