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Prison in sentence

1866 examples of Prison in a sentence

The prison warden, looking equally indifferent, said, "Any trouble, just press the red buzzer, and we'll be around as soon as we can." (Laughter) I sat down.
Mice reared in a standard cage, by contrast, not dissimilar, you might say, from a prison cell, have dramatically lower levels of new neurons in the brain.
Will he be among the 70 percent of inmates who end up reoffending and returning to the prison system?
Our first date was to death row at the Florence state prison in Arizona, which was just outside Gabby's state senate district.
Nelson came from a prison, raised by a murderer in Massachusetts.
Still, it was enough to convict Brendan and sentence him to life in prison for murder and sexual assault in 2007.
It was nothing more than his own words that sent him to prison for nearly a decade, until a judge overturned his conviction just a few months ago.
Most of them had knowingly committed the offenses that landed them in prison, and they had walked in with their heads held high, and they walked out with their heads still held high, many years later.
Dr. Ma Thida, a leading human rights activist who had nearly died in prison and had spent many years in solitary confinement, told me she was grateful to her jailers for the time she had had to think, for the wisdom she had gained, for the chance to hone her meditation skills.
But if the people I met were less bitter than I'd anticipated about being in prison, they were also less thrilled than I'd expected about the reform process going on in their country.
She said, "And the fact that there have been these shifts and changes doesn't erase the continuing problems in our society that we learned to see so well while we were in prison."
I've never been raped, and I've never been in anything remotely approaching a Burmese prison.
When I entered prison, I was bitter, I was angry, I was hurt.
I ran black market stores, I loan sharked, and I sold drugs that were illegally smuggled into the prison.
And on this particular day, I opened this letter, and in capital letters, he wrote, "My mama told me why you was in prison: murder."
Now, I know some of you all are probably thinking, how did you find a great mentor in prison?
Prior to going to prison, I didn't know that there were so many brilliant black poets, authors and philosophers, and then I had the great fortune of encountering Malcolm X's autobiography, and it shattered every stereotype I had about myself.
When I got that letter from my son, I began to write a journal about things I had experienced in my childhood and in prison, and what it did is it opened up my mind to the idea of atonement.
And so I started talking to them about some of their experiences, and I was devastated to realize that most of them came from the same abusive environments, And most of them wanted help and they wanted to turn it around, but unfortunately the system that currently holds 2.5 million people in prison is designed to warehouse as opposed to rehabilitate or transform.
So I made it up in my mind that if I was ever released from prison that I would do everything in my power to help change that.
In 2010, I walked out of prison for the first time after two decades.
See, when I went to prison, our car phones were this big and required two people to carry them.
We were to be rounded up and imprisoned in 10 barbed-wire prison camps in some of the most desolate places in America: the blistering hot desert of Arizona, the sultry swamps of Arkansas, the wastelands of Wyoming, Idaho, Utah, Colorado, and two of the most desolate places in California.
Being in a prison, a barbed-wire prison camp, became my normality.
The year is 1998, the place is a prison camp for Tutsi refugees in Congo.
No museum or gallery in the United States, except for the New York gallery that carries Botero's work, has dared to show the paintings because the theme is the Abu Ghraib prison.
If you have the occasion, do visit the former Stasi prison in Berlin and attend a guided tour with a former political prisoner who will explain to you how this worked.
Over the years, as a prison system, as a nation, and as a society, we've become very good at that, but that shouldn't make you happy.
We have more black men in prison today than were under slavery in 1850.
Eventually I decided, if I was going to end up in prison, I'd better end up on the right side of the bars, so I thought I'd check it out, take a tour of the place my dad worked, the McNeil Island Penitentiary.
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