Portrait of a Prisoner

"In my cell, I only have to worry about myself "

I don't think anything that has been created can be destroyed. —Sy Jackson on immortality

Had Mary Etta Jaque of Rochester, N.Y., been at home the night of Sept. 16, 1958, all this might never have happened. She would have opened her front door to her boyfriend, Sylvester Jackson, then 17, and she would have either snuggled up or scolded him for being exuberantly drunk on Thunderbird wine. As it turned out, Mary Etta was not at home that night, and big Sy Jackson,...

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