Ruth Jacobs does incredible work in the UK. I’m honored to be posted on her site today. We need to continue to raise awareness about conditions of confinement. Battling cancer inside is truly a nightmare and too many never receive treatment. I was one of the lucky ones. I lived. My cellmate died.
Guest post by Sue Allen
It’s October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. The world is pink. We race for the cure. We stand up to cancer. We support our loved ones battling or surviving the disease, but there is one population we never mention: women with breast cancer behind bars.
Imagine the feel of shackles on your ankles. Hard, cold steel does just what it’s supposed to do. It cuts into your ankles and restricts your movements to baby steps. Even when you are very careful, you wind up with blisters or ankles rubbed raw. The weight alone drags you down.
Now imagine handcuffs. They too are designed to restrict and they can chaff and cut, especially if the guard who cuffs you is having a bad day. His bad day becomes yours.
It’s two o’clock in the morning and the halls of the jail are…
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