A Prison Workshop   At Rikers I asked, Why are you here?   A child said, I came to find my father. A child said, I sold crack in Bushwick. A child said, I had nowhere else to go. A child said, I stole grandma’s pearl earring.   I was amazed. Was this a school? […]

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