Winner of the PEN 2009 Prison Writing Contest

I Wore Chains to My Father’s Funeral by Charles P. Norman. Powerful stuff.

Here’s a quote:

“When I entered, clanking like Shakespeare’s ghost, deputies on either side of me, all conversation stopped. All eyes turned toward me. The prodigal son had returned. There was no fatted calf, no celebrations. My father was dead, and I was in chains.”

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