I keep trying to write something here about the outbreak in San Quentin* and I keep having to stop because my heart is breaking. I can’t remember a time in my adult life when I have felt this afraid. Someone I love is in San Quentin. He hasn’t called in two weeks; we’re pretty sure the prison’s gone into lockdown. If he gets COVID and dies from it, it could be without us ever hearing his voice again.
Like I said, I’m finding it hard to write about this, so I’m just going to link the article above and say, if you’re in the United States, whatever state you’re in, call your governor right now and tell them “Let everyone out right now.” Use the Justice Collaborative’s resources.
We have two choices: we release at least half of the 2.3 million people incarcerated in the United States right now, or we watch tens of thousands of them die, and then we watch hundreds of thousands more people die when the second wave of the epidemic strikes us from the prisons which it will do because that is how epidemiology works but I should not have to mention that because the people inside the prisons are people and their lives have fucking value whether they endanger the rest of us or not.
And I will say this part again, because this is what a fucking death camp looks like when it happens in your backyard, and your great-granddaughter will know it even if you don’t:
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