Our Stories
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LaShae, 35
No one cared about me and the hollowness I felt. No one cared to stop and listen to my story. No one cared because I am an African American woman who was treated unjustly.
Charles “Chuck”, 52
My department of corrections number doesn’t define me as a human being. My body is confined yet my mind is free. Unburdened by life’s chains.
Montreal, 52
I got myself right with God, I help to steer the youth and everyone in the right direction. I tell them, no matter their past, they can change their futures.
Michael, 55
My journey to true self acceptance has indeed been crazy, humbling, and not by any means easy.
Osbun “OG Walt”, 78
This is not my first time in prison. In 2006 I was sentenced to four years. I told myself I would never step foot in this prison again. But once again here I am.
Julissa, 49
This is not my first time in prison. In 2006 I was sentenced to four years. I told myself I would never step foot in this prison again. But once again here I am.
Anthony, 37
In here I really got to know myself. I learned the biggest thing that gets in the way of meeting my goals is myself
Charles, 61
Prison life is steeped in suffering, the prison a cemetery, and the cell my tomb. Life in prison is just a pale shadow of life in the free world. I strive to change, mature, maintain abstinence from drugs and alcohol, and learn why I came to prison in the first place.
Sara, 21
I’m trying to use this time to learn about myself and better myself. I am an addict.
AV, 41
Days, weeks, months and years passed; my saving grace were my mother’s words: “Read son, let your books teach you, open your mind and heart.” I climbed Mt. Everest, went to the abyss with Captain Nemo, felt the sand of Utica with Odysseus, but above all I opened my mind and learned about myself.
Michael, 27
Trotter is a good friend, a mentor, a comrade and a father figure. I without a doubt credit Trotter with helping me develop into the man I am today.