Let’s invest in mental health in prison

When I was 19 years old, I was arrested for breaking a window in Baltimore County. It was one of those ill-advised acts that only a teenager on the wrong track could rationalize. Shortly thereafter, I was taken to the police precinct where I was charged with destruction of property, fingerprinted and booked. I spent the rest of the night sleeping on the concrete floor, crammed in a large prison cell with a group of grown men who were waiting to be seen by the commissioner.