They say you can’t find atheists in foxholes. You find even fewer in jail. A soldier can try to leave the battlefield; inmates have no such option. It’s a cliché and hardly admirable, but jail often cultivates “belief” in a power greater than one’s own.
Avoiding prayers to Jesus and other expressions of piety on the prison bus to Niantic, Connecticut, one snowy Friday night in December 2007 seemed nearly impossible. I was riding with twenty other women, whose heads all seemed bowed in...
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