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To see my friend, the prison leader Popeye Jackson, I let myself be locked up in his jail, where I saw the horrible conditions of the prisoners eating on their toilets.
I promised never to tell how I smuggled the camera in, but since San Francisco’s sheriff Hongisto, a closet gay, is now dead, I feel free to reveal that it was Hongisto who “jailed” me out of appreciation for my work in the gay movement.
San Bruno Jail, CA – February 1975
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