BACK IN 2007, I visited San Quentin to see GRIP, a prison program created by my friend Jacques Verduin. The men had all been violent criminals, and all had been incarcerated for years, even for decades. I was a working journalist; I sat and listened, my reporter’s curiosity and detachment often replaced by a kind of awe. Unlike many prison programs, this one seemed to transform lives for good.
I never imagined I would return, and not as an observer but as a member of one such group, Tribe 864. But in late September 2019, a month after my 26-year-old son, Ben, drove to the Golden Gate Bridge, vaulted over the 4-foot guardrail, and plunged to his death, Verduin suggested that I go back to San Quentin to work through…
