I Answered the Call to Help Stop Cop City. I Spent 31 Days in Jail for It.
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“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...