I’d suffered through the flatulence and lumberjack snoring of cellmate Paul Manafort before I ended up spending many hours alone with Jeffrey Epstein as his inmate companion.
William Mersey is a writer and blogger who's been published in the New York Times, the New York Daily News and New York Magazine, as well as Gallery, Oui, and Screw Magazines. From January 3 to November 18 of 2019, Mersey was imprisoned in the Metropolitan Correction Center for tax fraud, where he spent a significant amount of time in the company of Paul Manafort and Jeffrey Epstein. Read more of his thoughts on prison life, the BOP, and MCC specifically here.
It was a shithole of the first order and an embarrassment to both the United States of America and the Federal Bureau of Prisons.
Having spent time locked up with Epstein and Paul Manafort in Manhattan let me tell you: There’s a reason that a federal judge just said those jails are “run by morons.”
That makes at least two convicts who the government didn't want talking to the media. I doubt that Cohen and I are alone in that distinction.
Good luck keeping six feet away—or finding any hand sanitizer.
When he recovers from his panic attack, he’ll have plenty to worry about.
Beyond being cold, confined to a cell for 23 hours a day, rarely showering, never seeing sunlight, and having no TV or phone calls, the worst part of the SHU is the noise.