Note from Audra: This is an interesting, thought provoking article in the AJC about race, drugs, and prison written by one of my favorite authors. She’s actually the first author I convinced to come to my house for a book club meeting many years ago when we read Gods in Alabama.
Personal Journeys: Paths not taken
The first person I see at the maximum security women’s prison is the sergeant. I take off my shoes and hand over my clear plastic backpack full of books and student papers and the kinds of pens that don’t have a spring mechanism. The sergeant runs them through the X-ray machine while I step through the metal detector. Continue reading at The AJC.com
