COVID-19 ended all in-person classes in March; the last time I was in the classroom was on March 11. It took awhile, but by early June a “distance-learning” setup began which, while agonizingly slow and inconsistent and unsatisfying, at least is something and not nothing as the residents of San Quentin live through an unprecedented nightmare.
As stories come to me now through the institutional mail, I wanted to start posting some of them here (with explicit permission from the authors) as they get typed up. (Please note that all rights to these stories remain with the authors.) Some of these are fiction, and some are direct experiences of their COVID afflictions. Most of these are first drafts and will be getting revised and expanded over time, so check back again for your favorites in the future. As you read, please feel encouraged to respond in the comments so I know there’s some engagement, or send an email to email@example.com. (Tremendous thanks to Jenny Prosa for help with typing these up! More to come soon.)
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