We were funneled back out through the same police-line gauntlet into waiting paddy wagons, and taken to jail. The blacks were sent to the County Jail, and us sole two whites to the City Jail. The ‘accommodations’ in these two jails were strikingly different: the Jackson City Jail was relatively modern, had a decent air circulation (not air conditioning), while the Hines County Jail had all the luxury of the 19th century. Blacks were house in the third (top) floor and the intense heat was reported to be stifling.
(Here is a picture of the City Jail I took in 1989.) We two whites were placed in solitary confinement for the first 24 hours, but the next day, as additional whites had arrived on a second bus, we were moved into the “bull pen,” a large double cell which had sixteen beds in bunks and a picnic-style table at which to eat. Some of the newly arrived white Freedom Riders were allowed to bring in books (yay! something to read !), and we were able to socialize, although we were never allowed to leave the cell for exercise, etc. The windows of the bull pen are the last three in the far third floor of this picture.