On Incarceration and Health — Reframing the Discussion

What remained of Mr. P.'s hair had come undone from the tight braid he'd fastened before his last chemotherapy treatment. His facial bones now protruded, as if a sculptor had gotten carried away. There was no mirror in his cell at the maximum-security prison where Mr. P. had spent more than half…

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