As we walk into the chapel, the dreary images do not change. The walls are chipped, faded, and need painting. The lighting is haphazard and stark. But the dreary, colorless, neglected images are contrasted with 19 prisoners all dressed in their blues—light blue smocks with “CDCR” emblazoned on the backs with dark blue pants. Blacks, Latinos, and whites. Beards, shaved heads, and cornrows.
By Bob Drummond
March 29, 2016
graduation | Prison Fellowship | TUMI