I Answered the Call to Help Stop Cop City. I Spent 31 Days in Jail for It.
“One day closer to home.” Those were the words etched on the wall above the bunk bed in cell 212 at Dekalb County Jail. They were the first thing I saw when I woke up between 3 and 5 a.m. for the first food delivery of the day. They were also the last thing I saw around 10 p.m., as I meditated on all who had laid in the bunk before I was arrested — an arrest that felt more like a kidnapping in the...