Black Mamas belong with their children, not in cages

I was pregnant with my daughter when I was incarcerated for the first time; my son was five. My bond was very high, so I knew my family and I could not afford to pay it. In my cell was a steel bed frame welded to the concrete wall lined with a paper-thin mattress worn down by its previous tenants. At night, I would lay in bed with never-ending thoughts. I thought about what would happen with my case or unanswered questions.

The pretrial process for Sandra to get her son out of jail was very dehumanizing!

Like many others navigating the system, Sandra's experience has been challenging. But Sandra found a network of support to help her along the way. In her conversation with us, Sandra explained that working with Participatory Defense while holding a retail job seemed daunting and expensive. Those expenses added more stress and uncertainty to her experience of getting her child out of jail.