Congress still has not passed the George Floyd Act that would ban police choke-holds, no-knock warrants and blanket qualified immunity for officers.
We, the incarcerated, know about extremes and the damage on one’s psyche when one is declared an “outcast.”
I had seen Si on the prison yard for years, but it wasn’t until we sat in that group that we learned each other’s stories. A barrier was crossed, and a bond was formed.
I heard a young man cry yesterday. This should not seem like a strange thing. But to hear someone cry out loud in prison is as rare as an eclipse or a leap year.
When my youngest son was six years old, I had to explain that his daddy was in a gang and hurt a lot of people. He responded, “Daddy, you are a bad man.” My heart dropped.
You are not better than me, I fight hard for my humanity,
You think you better than me, you look down on me, but I know my humanity
Just because you are locked up doesn’t mean you can’t be active. Your voice matters, even if it’s only a few people that hear it. The key to surviving prison: don’t come to prison.
I was on my way to get my tats, when an older prisoner, who I didn’t know but had seen in the yard, approached me.
“Hey, youngster,” he said. “You look smart, if I give you a book, would you read it?”
PJP Editorial Associate Marcus Henderson’s poem “The Pen” as read by Chukwumaijem Idigo and acted by Babajide Okesola.
I have never seen American leadership allow one person to undermine everything we are supposed to stand for such as democracy. To hell with partisanship, we are talking about our foundation.