The prisoner sits across from me in the cramped airless cubicle behind the plexiglass hands gently folded during this middle passage between life and death wrists ringed by steel forged by Smith & Wesson It is an old story of guns and slavery Into the lower decks of the ships the European merchants loaded chests…
![](https://nakedpunch.com/wp-content/plugins/trx_addons/components/lazy-load/images/placeholder.png)