Allen, 34

Allen, 34

Meet Allen…

Today, I see the law as a guide to keep us straight, and it is also a reality check for most.

I thought I had life figured out and the law couldn’t tell me nothing, I lived by my own law. Living with different people who were just like me, doing drugs, partying, and chasing a false reality.

Until the most dreadful moment of my life. I committed a crime that led me towards taking somebody’s life. Right then a new reality struck me deeply. I’m currently locked up with a 20 year sentence for manslaughter.  Before my incarceration I was lost in the wind, with no guidance. While being incarcerated after all these years,  I came to realize my actions were indeed wrong and so was my thinking. During my time here I’ve  started rehabilitating myself spiritually, mentally and physically. 

I took a class that would help develop cognitive skills so you can make better choices now and in your future. Today, I see the law as a guide to keep us straight, and it is also a reality check for most.  Due to my circumstances, I’ve come to change for the better. I am also hoping this letter reaches you to stop and think before you make a false thinking pattern like I did, because the law will serve you, or it will help you according to your actions!

David, 50

Meet David…

We generate in life, the results that we believe we deserve.

Have you ever seen the path of destruction left behind after a tornado has gone through town? That is what I left behind in Dallas 30 years ago when I came to prison. My whole selfish life was a destructive force that harmed others. In prison I was still selfish but it was tempered due to fear of instant consequences by other cons whom I lived around. I tried to live on that thin line of making things go my way, while not pissing anyone off. Although I thought I was unique and better than everyone else, I really didn’t know anything that pertained to life. One thing I do remember was that I didn’t want to be assimilated into the mass of what I was seeing. The crucible that is prison crushed me and it showed  me just how empty and void I was of the things that pertain to life. And while there are so many things that I could tell you that shaped me (for the better) these last 30 years in prison, I will share one of them. In cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), in prison, so much of why I did the things I did, became clear. I greatly enjoyed being able to finally make sense of the thought patterns that kept me in a cycle of destructive behavior. All my life I looked for reasons and I blamed everybody and everything for all my bad decisions. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m just going by the way I feel and it was to be right, because my own feelings would not lie to me, would they?’ Wouldn’t they?

In the world I blamed my abusive step-dad and circumstances for all my problems. Yet when I arrived  in prison, I still had the same problems. My step-dad was not there and my circumstances had changed. But don’t worry, I was a pro, I still found  someone to blame. CBT teaches that ‘your thoughts cause your feelings’. If that was true and my feelings were what was guiding me into certain behavior, then I needed to examine what I was thinking (those thought patterns) to see if  I was thinking lies and thus my feelings would also be a lie. It turned out that my whole life was a lie. 

In the world I was the type of guy to speed around the ‘slow’ cars, just to get stopped at a red light and the ‘slow’ cars would pull up around me. I tried to control every aspect of my life to ensure certain outcomes, but if I would have gone slowly with the traffic of life those outcomes would have come naturally. The biggest insight that helped me merge with the traffic was something I garnered from watching Dr. Phil. He said, “We generate in life, the results that we believe we deserve.” I have always seen my lightbulbs as green (because I never wanted to be stopped at red). So I got a greenlight, an AHA moment, and I saw that I was the one creating-generating-all my problems because I believed, thought and felt that I deserved it. I was truly my own worst enemy. Dr. Phil also said, “You have to get to your core belief-what you truly believe, think and feel  about yourself-and change it.” Then I thought about what Jesus said, “It’s what’s in the heart that defiles a man”.

As much as I would like to flow through traffic smoothly-no stops, no cars pulling out in front of me, no potholes- I realize that that is unrealistic. So I changed my perception of life and I know that there will be stops. Cars will  cut me off and there will be potholes along the way. Today, I see that they are there for a reason: to check my reaction, how I respond to it. My reaction will reveal what’s in my core belief -my heart. Right now, in prison I equate my life to  I’m sitting in rush hour bumper to bumper traffic  and I’m in no rush to get out of it. I enjoy life as it is and change how I see life instead of letting it keep me in an unending cycle of destructive choices. Life is what you THINK it is. Let’s continue Living in Reality.

Elizabeth, 53

Meet Elizabeth…

The majority, like myself, sit around all day and do nothing. Most of us don’t qualify for the two or three classes offered.

While most states across the country seek to reduce prison numbers, I believe the Nevada Department of Corrections are instilled in warehousing individuals. Assembly Bill 125, Amendment 1412, which passed the Assembly Committee but died in the Senate would have alleviated the Nevada prisons of warehousing low level, non violent inmates who were model inmates with no write ups.

Currently my prison, FMWCC, houses over 900 women. It is estimated that only about half – 350 actually work, attend educational classes, programs or  a drug rehabilitation program called STARS. The majority, like myself, sit around all day and do nothing. Most of us don’t qualify for the two or three classes offered. In addition five days per month is being added to individual sentences due to non attendance of classes, programs or STARTS and there is absolutely nothing I or any inmate can do to stop the practice.

Jean Conservation Camp, which used to provide workers for city projects and fire season, is now just another location for women to sit and do nothing all day.

 

Wayne, 44

Is There JAVA on that Banana?  

INMATE HANDBOOK: 

General Rule #78:  Inmates may carry one piece of fruit out of the chow hall to consume at a later time. They may only have one piece of fruit in their possession at any time. 

Guys here often go right from lunch to their afternoon classes, so it was not unusual to see apples or bananas on the tables. On this one particular day, I entered a classroom and passed two students sitting at a table and something strange caught my eye. 

“Is there JAVA on that banana?” I know just enough about computer languages to know what I saw. 

Byte bites = 5;  

For (bites>0, bites – – ){ 

Mouth.chomp(banana); 

I’d like to give you a little history first: Marion Correctional in Ohio has a nonprofit called Broken Circles Healing, which offers a staggering amount of programming in almost every conceivable area. One class, I help facilitate, called the Agile Factory, taught JAVA. There was a security incident unrelated to our programs and all computers for inmate use were removed from the prison. The Agile Factory continued, but on whiteboards. Now you’re all caught up.

After I asked if there was code written on the outside of his fruit, the banana’s owner and author, Louis spun the banana revealing many lines of code. We teach programming, so it is not that odd to see lines of code strewn about. If you knew Louis, maybe it wasn’t all that strange to see some written on that yellow skin. All I needed to get out of my mouth were two words and the questioning look on my face did the rest. I asked “What the…” He replied, “I coded a process for peeling my banana and how to upload it, then wait for output. I was bored waiting for everyone to show up.” Nerds may find this next line funny, Louis smirked like a Cheshire cat when he delivered it. I don’t get it. He added “They already code on Raspberry pies, why not a banana?” 

I simply had to have this code. As he was writing it out, I shared with him that if some day, years from now, an android is taught to be more human, and do things like eat a banana, his code will be what did it. As much as a super-brainy, JAVA nerd is able to express emotion, I think he might have beamed with a little pride. 

Fast forward to Covid. The state had better things to worry about, and the Healing Broken Circles contract was not renewed. There is now a void in here for that type of intellectual pursuit. However, you can still find guys walking the rec yard, learning code. 

Oh, and if you can’t read the code from the picture, here it is: 

//code only runs on 5 byte edible processors 

//code is reusable and redistributable via creative commons 

//license Louis T. (cc) 2016 (the year I ate a banana) 

Public class Banana extends Fruit implements Eatable { 

//all values are represented in banananary 

Public static void main () { 

 banana  banana = new banana; 

remove peel (banana) { 

//inherited from Fruit class 

banana = banana – banana peel; 

return banana; 

eat (banana) { 

byte bites = 5; 

for (bites >0, bites – -) { 

mouth.chomp (banana) { 

If (banana) <0) { 

Continue; 

Else { 

system.output.print (“eat operation complete, 

wait 24 hours for output”); 

break; 

     { 

    { 

   { 

 { 

 

Burnice, 47

In prison, there are wolves, sheep and things in-between. Whenever you put a predator in a cage with its prey, the outcome should be quite obvious. 

When I first arrived in prison I ran with the wolves but never preyed on the sheep. I guess they thought I was a vegetarian wolf. They failed to understand that I wasn’t a wolf at all because I bared large fangs. I got to observe and study their moods, behaviors and how they hunted and devoured their prey. What I saw sickened me and then I ran alone. Since then they thought of me as their same species. I was never attacked by them. 

I then started studying the sheep. They were a bit leery at first of having me around them, but they became comfortable when they saw I meant them no harm. They too must have thought I was a vegetarian. It didn’t take me long to start disliking the sheep, all day long they cried, whimpered, and complained about everything. Nothing was ever good enough and they felt they should have been treated better than the wolves, even though they did something wrong that got them thrown in the cage with the wolves. I left their company and again ran alone. Loneliness lead me to seek others like me. It wasn’t easy because so many were disguised. Wolves disguising as sheep to get close to them and sheep parading around as wolves hoping to ward off attacks. Even those appearing to be like me weren’t. When I truly found those like me – they were the pack I ran with.  

In times when prey became scarce, wolves of different packs fought for dominance and control. They would also fight amongst themselves. My pack posed no threat to their food supply so they went around us. Every now and then a wolf would show me his fangs in a sign of superiority, but I would snarl back letting him know I was a big dog and he’d need his entire pack to take me down. Whether they’re stupid or just don’t give a damn, the shepherds know the wolves are going to leave a mess for them to clean up. When the wolves are through eating, they leave the carcass there to rot. This problem can easily be rectified by simply putting the wolves and sheep in separate cages. My guess for the reason they don’t do it is a combination of laziness, sorriness, and not giving a damn. Not fixing it, eventually creates more work for them. When things get too intense, the shepherd throw the wolves some scraps to calm them down and give the sheep things to shut them up. If the shepherd sees the wolves getting too aggressive he’ll grab his shotgun and stand watch. If ever the wolves got together to form one pack they could overthrow the shepherd. This doesn’t concern the shepherd because he knows they are irrational, unstable, predatory animals who are unable to come together. The shepherd has the means to educate the wolves, but feels it’s better to keep them ignorant and predictable. 

Some people feel that sheep should never be caged with wolves no matter how bad the sheep’s crimes are. Others feel that those sheep shouldn’t have put themselves in that predicament. If a wolf makes it out of the cage, he’s destined to return because of his savage nature. If a sheep makes it out, he has to live with the physical and mental scars placed upon him by the wolves. The only ones who can truly make it after getting out of the cage are those who aren’t wolves or sheep.

Derrick, 21

I was told to knock on a door, which caused the owner to almost lose his life over some drug money. This way of life started when I was eight. Not because my mother and father weren’t good parents cause they were, it was just a life I was used to. I

t went from stealing from my own family to stealing from others to car hopping, to breaking into people’s houses, taking what they worked so hard for, to robbing drug dealers and stores and then things got worse. Each crime I’ve committed was for the same reason, to provide for my people and survive. I was addicted to “Powder” since the age of eight. I’ve spent my life in and out of the system.

At 14,  I moved in with my grandmother,  I thought my problems would slow down, only to realize they followed me and got worse. At 15, I ended up getting this female pregnant. She was 14. I was too addicted and was used to messing around with older women. So I left to get my mind right. After telling myself I was going to get straight, I was locked up again. My son’s due date was on my birthday, February 14th.

I got out eight days after he was born and ever since that day I was completely done with the life I was living trying to get jobs and work for what I needed and wanted and to provide for the Lil’one to keep me from going back to my old life. Nothing fell in line so that caused me to give up and start back justling. Once again to provide which caused me to commit a crime with somebody which caused a police officer getting killed, caused me to spend over 3 years in the county jail before I finally said forget it and took a deal for 20 years with 17 on a “YO” which means class Y felony to keep my other homeboy from doing the time tho I wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger at the scene where the officer was killed.

I did what I did to keep others from getting locked up which from that point so many caught up on me even my own family, my child’s mother and so many others, nearly a year after I signed for my time which was October 8th of 2020, to this moment I feel like my own mother and father done gave up on me which caused me to give up and take everybody off my phone list. I just started to feel wasn’t anything in life meant for me which cause me to have and cause problems here in prison. But though I’m kinda still having problems communicating and dealing with other individuals here in prison, with people in general, which for so long I have been trying to overcome. That’s just a challenge I’m battling with. Not to mention bigger problems but my big brother in here been hard on me but I knew it was to help me find the “better me”.

Sure y’all know him, his name once again is Rufus XXXXXXX. He wrote y’all once before which is the reason I wrote you all cause of him. He really been a big support trying to help me hold yup which so far has been working. A little recently he just tried to keep my mind from the worries and on the positive route and try to keep me educated which I accept and respect; that’s Big Bro though…. But I only been in prison almost a year which didn’t take me no time to experience and learn what I needed to get notice of. So for all of you going through the struggle, through whatever problems, situations, ups and downs, obstacles, heartache and pain. No matter what it is always remember you ain’t alone at all. Even when it seems like it and what I mean about that. God is always there, even those of you that’s going through the same thing I’m having problems with feeling like you ain’t got no support system, feeling like everybody gave up on you I encourage you always keep pushing and striving no matter how long it takes for things to get better, always keep faith in God and in self to neve give up. And stay prayed up whether you know it or not you always in other’s prayers, no matter what time you got. Whatever dream or good you chasing or striving to make it to and complete; keep pushing cause one thing for certain: anything is possible.

Like me I done gave up on so much over the years. Even now, but I’m trying to rise, better than I was, even though I gave up on this or that don’t mean I gave up on chasing my dream for good which is music and starting my clothing and designing business. Everything I do, I do it for the number 1 and only [my son]. Just another person in the pen trying to make a living. Say that to say, once again: NEVER GIVE UP….

 

Ps: only the strong survive to help the weak get back to base….

Receive more inspiring stories and news from incarcerated people around the world.