As he wandered around the east side of Manhattan, voices rattled around S.D.'s head.
It was May 2019, and S.D., a 47-year-old man with schizophrenia, whom I'm naming by his initials for privacy, had just been released from a New York prison.
His worldly possessions included little more than the clothes he'd been given by state officials, a white T-shirt and too-big khaki pants, plus a Metro card. He asked a man selling CDs on the street if he could borrow a cellphone to call his godmother for help.
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As he wandered around the east side of Manhattan, voices rattled around S.D.'s head. It was May 2019, and S.D., a 47-year-old man with schizophrenia, whom I'm naming by his initials for [...]