
(5-13-16)
The air in C wing stinks. It is a putrefied scent, a blending of urine, expectorant, perspiration, excrement, blood, flatulence, and dried and discarded jailhouse food. When the jail’s antiquated air conditioning breaks down during the summer, which it often does, some officers claim C wing’s pink walls actually sweat. It’s decades of filth and grime bubbling up, rising through coats of paint.
Those few lines are from my book, CRAZY: A Father’s Search Through America’s Mental Health Madness. They describe the barbaric conditions that I observed when I spent ten months inside the Miami Dade Pre-Trial Detention Center (downtown jail) where inmates with serious mental illnesses were beaten, neglected, abused and treated little better than animals.
I observed the horrific conditions in the jail and troubling events during 2004/2005 and for the first time since then, I returned earlier this week to Miami to see what has transpired since my book was published.
What I observed was nothing short of a miracle. In the twelve years that have passed since I first walked into the jail, Miami has been transformed from being one of the worst examples of how prisoners with mental illnesses were treated into a model system that the rest of the nation should follow.







