Reflection by Christopher

The table is clean and smooth, a wooden tabletop bolted to a steel frame that’s bolted to the linoleum floor of the day room. There are ten of them. Guys make food, play cards, work on crafts or sit at these tables watching one of two giant televisions. Tonight the table is my “office”, so I tell the guys, and this is how it is every night.

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The Barbarity Of The Death Penalty (Pt.1)

I’ll never forget the first time I realized that someone in my world of incarceration was being put to death and the way I felt.

By Christopher Monihan

When I was at close security, which is Ohio’s penitentiary level one half stage removed from Maximum, there was a palpable sense of awareness amongst us prisoners whenever there was an execution.

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