Manuel, 35

Manuel, 35

Meet Manuel

As I sit here, at thirty five, I find myself putting the pieces together from my shattered childhood.

Since 13, I’ve been in either juvenile hall or prison. My life started in a broken home. I was adopted by my heroin addicted uncle.

I’ve spent thousands of nights, and just as many days, slipping into season after lonely season in my head trying to get my life back together. I am still trying to figure out how I got here, who I truly am, and how to find life’s joy. It overwhelms me at times, and has put more tears in these eyes than you’d imagine.

When you ask yourself such things, it compels you to search your soul. To face every truth, lie, fear and hole within yourself. I’ve been doing so since I was that child, and while it prolonged me with pain it also helps me grow, to be strong and remain human.

I feel I had two choices when given a life sentence at eighteen: I could become numb and heartless and give up hope, or hold onto my humanity and heart and try to be the person people encouraged me to be. Well I chose the latter!

Walking into prison at 18, I could become numb, heartless and give up hope or I could hold onto my humanity and heart and try to be the person people encourage me to be, a good person.

Thankfully, I chose the latter. Although I have lost my way countless times in here, I continue to choose just that, and maybe these words here will help some to see that. I caused more pain than I’ll ever be proud to admit, and plenty of havoc too, but I’ve also spread love on end.

I have done good deeds, and leave laughter in my wake. My intentions are always to put a warm smile on another person’s face. Everyday, I’m trying to be a better person. Despite my past and the malicious wrong doings upon me, that is what I choose. I am worthy of love, capable of so much, just like you.

Yes, my demons haunt me every single day and night! But I overcome them and try to be a good person, which is the only way to be free. I’m just like you. That’s my truth and I thank you very much for listening.

David, 45

David, 45

Meet David

In the past 5 years I’ve met murderers who’ve received a lesser sentence.

Horrific child rapists have gone free. Meth and opioid addicts come and go like the wind.

I woke up in the New Rino-Valley Regional Jail. I had no idea what had happened, why I was there, and no one would tell me.

I was severely beaten. Two black eyes, a fist print on my neck, a boot print on my arm, six walnut sized lumps in a line across my head, hand injuries, the left one is now partially crippled. This was local police retribution. I was placed into solitary confinement where I spent most of the next seven months.

In the SHU, I was beaten four times by the same guard, to the point of blood in my urine from kicks to the lower back.

I was the victim of egregious constitutional and human rights violations. I’ve had five years of open torture, gross abuse and inhuman treatment.

My writing has gained me the attention of prison admin who have repeatedly targeted me for retribution, often at the hands of white supremacists who are prisoner here, but friendly with their captors on the streets.

Up here, everyone seems to be some kind of related.

I have steadily improved my writing, but my state of being declines daily. I talk to all of three people, rarely leave the cell for any reason and have begun to give very serious consideration to a more permanent end to this nightmare.

Nine more years of dreadful psychological abuse and violence, with the always lingering threat of physical violence, seems like a poor choice of the two I have. Suffer, or call it quits, be at peace, and leave a lot of questions to be answered.

I’ve documented EVERYTHING in the past five years. Thousands of pages of journal entries, hundreds of essays and letters.

I’ve paid my debt and several others’ debts as well. I’m tired, I’m frustrated, and I’ve endured too much for too long.

For all the people who claim to care and all those who know, unequivocally, that I should be set free, I am still being held illegally, and no one has raised their voice. No one has once stood by me or attempted to defend me. Not a single soul.

Read David’s Writing

Tallulah, 35

Tallulah, 35

Meet Tallulah

A year in review

It was a bad year for the planet.

Every creature on the face of the Earth endured the pain and/or loss.

Yet a Mercy, even though we do not understand it.

From one of the worst natural wildfires ever in Australia.

A blaze that killed a billion exotic animals.

Displacing kangaroos, koala bears, and humans alike.

A year in review.

2020 ended the orange man’s antics.

His support for proud boys.

And denouncing BLM.

“When looting starts the shooting starts”, said the former president.

Deadly ICE raids.

Continued construction of a wall meant to prevent “rapist” Mexicans from crossing U.S. borders.

Distaste for Haitians

And Asians

And any person not of European descent.

Races and Nations of people that slaved.

Who were hanged and slain.

Were Raped.

Who died for America

To,

Help build America

To,

be American.

“We The People”…

A Year In Review

Covid-19

The “Chinese disease”

“Originated” in a wet market.

Made its way overseas.

Killing millions,

Tearing families, lives, and societies apart.

That’s the highlight and low of 2020’s fresh start.

A Year In Review

The divine basketball league took a legend,

When Kobe died in that tragic crash.

So many mourned.

Skyscrapers lit up Gold and Purple, illuminating the cold and dark night skies for many to see and millions to remember.

Black Mamba.

Kids wore Jerseys.

Old folk wore L.A. caps.

It was all love and unity until they remembered the hand they were holding was black.

Until you’re walking your dog in the park and a black man tells you, you are violating park regulations…then you call the police on him for “harassment”.

Until, your iphone goes missing and you see a black teen with an identical phone.

It has to be yours…

Only to find out you left yours in the Uber.

Until, you see two HBCU students sitting peacefully in their car during a protest and you smash in the car windows. Tasing them and breaking one’s arm with unnecessary use of force.

Until, that knee sat steadily on George Floyd’s neck.

“I can’t breathe” became the motto.

Still,

I can’t breathe hundreds of years later.

After my mothers, mothers, mothers, mother put in work for me and my brothers to be black and free today.

For,

Brianna Taylor and the hundreds of other young colored folk who aren’t here today.

Because we are black we are not free.

We pay.

A Year In Review

Shout out to RBG and John Lewis.

You stood up against hardships and inequality by any means.

Courageous influencers, that’s who you are.

From standing side by side with MLK jr.,

To the young Jewish woman from Brooklyn, who broke the glass ceiling over and over and over.

Setting standards for words and actions.

You exemplified what justice is.

Still, America falls short.

Like Amanda Gorman said,

Just is,

Not always the acceptable norms identified as justice.

A Year In Review.

Music connects persons, souls, and broken hearts.

So even Musical notes cried in 2020

Sending blessings to heaven.

Music connects persons, souls, and broken hearts.

So even Musical notes cried in 2020

Sending blessings to heaven.

For many of Music’s Great like,

Little Richard

Kenny Rogers

And Eddy Van Halen

For those who were too new to know.

And even if known, only time will tell if we forget.

King Von

And “Pop” who got smoked out West.

They say, If you live by the gun, you die by the gun.

It was all too soon,

But I guess you chose the life you wanted to live.

A Year In Review.

Time claimed the lives of some of theater and televisions Boss Men.

Regis

Alex Trebek

And Chadwick Boseman.

Dry outta tears, we can’t cry.

We can’t try.

We,

Have been in and through rough times.

But we must try to,

Be remembered and remember to,

Do and be better.

To, succeed and excel.

To, strive for heaven while living in Hell.

To, rest in peace knowing that it’s not over.

Not just  because of tomorrow, but because yesterday is still new.

And vicegerents of the earth have a chance to change the unknown with a year’s review.

Shebri, 37

Shebri, 37

Meet Shebri

What I have learned about myself in prison?

Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.I’ve learned that I am stronger and more resilient than I could have ever reimagined.

I’ve learned that there are no limits to what I can do if I believe in myself.

I’ve learned that my voice and my life matter, and can produce positive change.

I’ve learned that there are many ways to be a mother, sister and friend even from the inside – all of them are important contributions I can make.

I’ve learned that I can and did survive what I thought I surely wouldn’t. 
Incarceration has taken many things from me, but I have done my best to extract the beautiful things from the situation that I find myself in. 

I’ve cultivated my passions and skills by studying revolutionaries, learning law, educating myself on prison abolition and reform and committing myself to positive change.

I’ve also learned the value of the little things: laughter, a phone call, human contact, and words of love and encouragement. Perhaps they are not so little after all.

Gwendolyn, 47

Gwendolyn, 47

Meet Gwendolyn

Prison Lives Matter

We are Breona Taylor
George Floyd
Freddy Gray
and so many more.
We can’t breathe!

The only difference, ours started on the inside. 

We sit here, day after day, calling out to people who are not there. 

We look for help that we will never get. 

We cry out for ourselves and the pain that we see in each other. 

We are losing this fight one breath at a time! 

But we’re begging for some oxygen! 

Please help us! 

Please speak to us! 

Please fight with us! 

PLEASE… Help… US… Breathe!

Gerald, 50

Gerald, 50

Meet Gerald

My father was murdered when I was seven. I lost my first born son when I was 17. Those were the bigger traumatic events. I had no tools to process any of it, so I became addicted to drugs.

I was full of anger, pain and endless evil intentions. So much so, my eldest sister Tamara refused to communicate with me for more than nine years.

Her words to me at our first of many visits were, “You were so angry all the time and always had an evilness about you, all that was left for me was to turn it over to God.” That was so hard to hear.

For the past eight years we have become very close and truly enjoy being in each other’s presence. I’ve learned that with God, all things are possible. Having my sister in my life since our mother’s passing has given me a new purpose, and she has been able to see my transformation first hand.

I have become a certified project manager through Core Performance Concepts, a sound engineer for several music programs, one of ten people that created a Special Olympics exhibition that raised over $1,500.00. I’ve created banners for several Special Olympics events, been a core team member raising money for several charities, including “The Art Miles Mural Project” in support of UNESCO.

One of my biggest accomplishments is the “Heritage And Pride” mural dedicated to peace and non-violence among children that traveled throughout the world.

My favorite was a mural that was delivered to a nine year old boy, Elijah Ronnie Manuelle (AKA Drax Shadow, WWE) in his hospital bed while he was fighting cancer. It took his life a few months later. He proved to all the incarcerated men who drew and painted pieces of art for him and his family – to “never fear the darkness”.

Currently, I am learning audio and video for the film industry while working on my own film called “Incarcerated Father Dealing with the Death of a Child”.

I would really like my family to know that I’m not the same person or lack of, that I was 16 years ago. 

Today I am a loving, caring and passionate man, who has and will continue to work towards a better life for me and all I come in contact with.

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