Whats It Like to Live on Death Row?
Death row here in Connecticut isn’t as rough as some death rows elsewhere — especially the ones down South — but it’s no “country club” either. Death row in this state is located in a “super-max” prison. I live in a seven-foot by twelve-foot cell — large by prison standards — consisting of a metal bunk, a desk, and a combination toilet/sink. I live alone in this cell and spend twenty-one hours a day here (twenty-two hours on weekends). My only sight of the outside world is through a three-inch by three-foot slot window, which has a wonderful view of the razor-wire fencing and outdoor recreation yard of the prison next door. I eat all of my meals in my cell — there is no dining hall in this facility. My meals are delivered to me in a Styrofoam box with a plastic spoon and fork — no plastic knives. Some of the other inmates in this institution eat their meals at tables in the dayrooms like civilized men, but that is a privilege not afforded to death row inmates. I am allowed one ho
