• Julie Mcmahon
• 24 Mar, 2021

She had been hungry every day for the two years she’d served at Connecticut’s Niantic Correctional Institution, a high-security facility for female offenders. There, prison officials used food—the persistent coldness of it, the lack of nutrients in it, the sheer nastiness of it—as a weapon of control. Fruits and vegetables were scarce, and meat was mysterious. “It was just air food,” Huggins remembers. “You couldn’t tell what it was because it was gray, no matter what.”
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