Clay-416 was more powerfully impacted by his first day as a prisoner in the Stanford County Jail than anyone else was, as he told us in this personal, yet depersonalized analysis: “I began to feel that I was losing my identity. The person I call ‘Clay,’ the person who put me in this place, the person who volunteered to go into this prison—’cause it was a prison to me, it still is a prison to me—I don’t look on it as an experiment or a simulation—it
