Marc Emery wakes up having only gotten a few good hours of sleep.
He used to sleep in until much later, but here in the the medium-security prison, they expect your bed made “military style” by 8 a.m. He shares the seven-by-12-foot cell with another inmate, and he considers himself lucky for that. Half the inmates are crammed into three-person cells. He’s already missed breakfast, usually nothing more than oatmeal and an apple or banana. They used to serve grapefruit and oranges with breakfast but too many inmates were making their own illicit alcohol, so now there’s no more citrus fruits.
The rest of his day is predictable. Work for several hours, reading, maybe some TV and lockup by 9:40. The lights go off at 10 p.m., after which he continues reading with a nightlight for a while before falling into an uneasy sleep.
This has been Emery’s routine for…
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