Mitchell-Akram’s headaches and fatigue confirmed what he already knew: This was a disease that deserved to be taken seriously. He had come to that conclusion months earlier as his hours outside of his cell were cut in half, as Interstate 5 below his window went quiet during rush hour, as family on the outside struggled financially and as a grandfather figure caught the virus and died.
“It definitely had a walls-closing-in type feeling,” he said over the phone from inside the jail.
And yet, even as Mitchell-Akram, who has been in jail since April 2019 on a murder charge, bore the brunt of the virus himself, he was still undecided
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