‘Sing Sing is a war zone.’

‘Sing Sing is a war zone.’

I lay on my bunk after breakfast, eyes barely closed, when I hear, “Sheffield! Sheffield!”   The sound echoes inside the empty cell. I open my eyes. A CO is standing at the bars.   “You ready?” he says. “Yeah, how long?” I ask.   “Ten minutes.”  Sullivan Correctional Facility is closing. I’m getting transferred today. I learn I’m headed to Sing Sing. Disgust interrupts my sleep. I’m 67, and I’ve been in prison for the past 42 years. I’m a few se…