Lenroy, 40

Lenroy, 40

Meet Lenroy…

I would give the world for my daughter to know me, and to be able to be her father.

Lenroy, 40
Incarcerated: 11 years
Housed: New Jersey State Prison, Trenton

I have a daughter that I have not seen or heard from since she was six months old. I was there throughout her mother’s pregnancy and for her birth, which I am extremely proud of. I would give the world for my daughter to know me, and to be able to be her father. It’s been almost 13 years because of a falling out between her mother and me. Since I am in prison, I can’t see or talk to my child. I am fighting my case of innocence, to hopefully litigate for myself (pro se) due to the fact that I do not have the financial means for a good attorney (shout out to all the jail-house lawyers and paralegals, much respect, you all give us hope, seriously). I’ve been in and out of religious and mental health programs, trying to better myself and hopefully, one day God will give me another chance at freedom. Thank you for the time and may God bless you all.

Shawn, 36

Shawn, 36

Meet Shawn…

I put out presents for my parents too with all three of our names on them. When everyone went to sleep that night, I set up the plastic tree with everyone’s presents underneath. My brothers woke up the next morning to their presents and I was the only one who didn’t have one. But that wasn’t true. My mother came out and my brothers thanked her. She looked at me and whispered “Thank you” and for me, that was my present, seeing everyone happy.

Shawn, 36
Incarcerated: 16 years
Housed: Trenton, New Jersey

I was 11 when my father got sent to jail. My mother wasn’t working while raising three of us kids while her husband was in jail. My birthday is December 22nd, with no money, I knew I wasn’t getting anything for Christmas and neither were my brothers. So I thought of ways to make a few dollars shoveling snow, cleaning peoples cars or any quick job because I still wanted my family to experience Christmas. I could tell as Christmas approached my mom felt downhearted because she wasn’t going to be able to get us presents. So I went out on my own after school and did some snow shoveling to clear people’s driveways and walkways. I make about $20 per house. When I made $160, I went to the local shopping plaza around the corner from my house. I bought my brothers and mother Christmas gifts and a small plastic tree and hid them in our basement. While everybody was busy on Christmas eve, I went into the basement and wrapped my brother’s presents. But on the labels I put “From Mom and Dad.” I put out presents for my parents too with all three of our names on them. When everyone went to sleep that night, I set up the plastic tree with everyone’s presents underneath. My brothers woke up the next morning to their presents and I was the only one who didn’t have one. But that wasn’t true. My mother came out and my brothers thanked her. She looked at me and whispered “Thank you” and for me, that was my present, seeing everyone happy. Until this day, only my mother and I know what transpired that day. At such a young age, I’m glad I was able to do that for my family. It’s one of my fondest childhood memories.

Dawan, 27

Dawan, 27

Meet Dawan…

Despite my circumstances, the biggest contributing factor to my self-reflection, self-rehabilitation and hopeful outlook on life is Islam.

Dawan, 27
Incarcerated: 9 yrs
Housed: Trenton, New Jersey

I often hear from older guys that I have an old soul. I would assume this is a direct reflection of the extensive hours I spent with the elders in my childhood. I dealt with anger problems throughout my childhood. Looking back, I did not know how to communicate how I was feeling, nor did I understand why I was feeling that way. Anger was the outcome. I witnessed many of my family members abuse and sell drugs, and face a fatal end due to overdoses. I now understand the financial difficulties, the strained relationships, the inconsistent relationship with my father due to his recidivism, and the struggle and hopelessness that impacted my behavior. It pushed me down the same destructive path. I had many interventions and heard how smart and talented I was and how I should break the cycle. My most prominent influence was my 7th grade teacher Marcus Anthony. He saw my potential and dedicated his time and money to change my life. He drove to my house, he would write letters, and was always willing to go the extra mile to make sure I had a fighting chance at life to beat the odds. One of my biggest regrets in life is letting him down, regardless of the fact that I have maintained my innocence with overwhelming evidence to prove it. He foresaw my future if I was to return home to Newark, New Jersey, and sad to say, he was right. I haven’t spoken to Mr. Anthony in several years, but the love and appreciation I have for what he has done for me despite my current circumstances, is for life. I hope he is in good health and good spirits, and I look forward to one day showing him that his efforts were not in vain and his time was not wasted. The life lessons he taught are forever internalized, and the work ethic he instilled in me can be seen through some of the things I have accomplished – in arguably one of the worst places in the country, prison. In here, I became a barber, I speak multiple languages, I am an artist, a poet, an inventor, and I am pursuing a bachelor’s degree in sociology. Despite my circumstances, the biggest contributing factor to my self-reflection, self-rehabilitation and hopeful outlook on life is Islam.

Shakeil “Shak”, 42

Shakeil “Shak”, 42

Meet Shak…

To know our movement influenced the next generation of our family to carry the torch, filled both of us with pride and joy.

Shakeil “Shak”, 42
Incarcerated: 15 years
Housed: New Jersey State Prison, Trenton

I come from a tight knit family and grew up under the mantra Family 1st, which meant you were to put the family before any and everything else. So in my mid-twenties, when I decided to take rap seriously, I linked up with my cousin Realz to make it a family affair. Our chemistry was a natural, seamless fit. We performed at numerous night clubs and local bars exhibiting our showmanship. We’re both genetically gifted and musically inclined, but still took the time to develop and polish our talent. Together we formed the rap duo, “Blood Cuzinz” and our first mixtape together was titled, Family 1st. In June 2008, we released our debut album Blood Thicker than Water. Shortly after the release of the album, I was charged and arrested for murder. My involvement in this situation disappointed the family for multiple reasons. Our supporters exhausted their blood, sweat, and tears to secure our success and my poor decision making spoiled their efforts. I shattered my cousin’s hopes and dreams of becoming a chart topping rap artist. Recently, I spoke to him and he was delighted to tell me his son, Big Kannonz and my son Sha Bandzz were recording music together. They released a song titled My Sons and referenced the Blood Cuzinz lineage that inspired them to be rap artists. To know our movement influenced the next generation of our family to carry the torch, filled both of us with pride and joy. Everything we contributed to the movement was not for naught.

Michael, 41

Michael, 41

Meet Michael…

“Unless you want a better criminal, stop sending kids to prison. There has to be a better option if we want a brighter future for our youth.”

Incarcerated: 4 years

Housed: New Jersey State Prison. Trenton

For the past five years, I’ve held the same job inside New Jersey State Prison. I’ve seen inmates come and go, some even multiple times as they seem to come right back on a minor parole condition they can’t help but violate. I’ve seen hundreds of faces but one, in particular, I will never forget.

I remember his first day. He was so young, just celebrating his 18th birthday he barely had any peach fuzz on his face. He looked scared and he answered every question with “yes please” or “No thank you”. His name was simple, Gabe. No nickname, no street swagger. Gabe was just a kid that got caught up in an assault with three co-defendants, one who happened to be his older cousin.

At the moment of arrest there were two paths the State of New Jersey could have taken with Gabe. Making these major decisions lies with one person and one person only, the prosecutor. Even though Gabe had no criminal history, the prosecutor in his case felt this child deserved seven years with a mandatory minimum of 85 percent.

The first few months were not easy. I watched Gabe struggle with bullies and cell mates. I offered him the best advice I could and even went as far as asking some of the older guys to keep an eye on him. Tired of having his commissary taken he finally stood up for himself. His moment of bravery ended with him getting beat up and sent to the hole for six months. Once he was back I noticed he was much more detached.

Solitary has a way of sucking what life you have left in you. Still he was eager to sign up for classes and wanted more than anything to get an education. Unfortunately for Gabe, there were no options for him in NJSP. He required more than a worksheet education and New Jersey makes it very difficult to even sign up for classes.

I noticed him just wanting to do something, to be someone. He was alone and was looking to feel like he had a purpose. Since Gabe didn’t live on my unit I couldn’t show him a better path and eventually he would be shipped out to another prison filled with younger offenders we call the Gladiator Camp.

Two years passed and he was back. After just finishing another bid in the hole for fighting, the mental health department wanted to keep an eye on him before they shipped him out again.

This time he was more rough around the edges. I noticed right away he started to get some prison tattoos on his arms and neck. His beard was starting to come in and he even grew in size. I asked him if he was finally able to get some of those classes he was asking for and he shrugged his shoulders and moved on to the next subject. He was different.

A few weeks later he would get into another fight with a different bunkie and this time he would spend even more time in Adseg.

Years passed and the COVID era began. Word had gone around that inmates were being sent home early to ease the overcrowding inside the joint. Days before the big release Gabe, who now calls himself Vicious, would be back as he was included in the executive order to be released. It’s been over five years since we first met and he was finally graduating from Criminal University.

It would seem that he did end up making new friends as his face was now covered with gang tattoos. He was a scared little kid. He was a fearless man wearing his prison sentence like a badge of honor. He kept his head up and proud and no one was ever going to ever push him around ever again. I asked him about school and he just answered “F— that”. Instead he talked about how he was going to scam bitcoin and make ‘cook up’ (Crack cocaine).

Most 18 year olds go to a college and earn a degree. I literally watched this young child grow up into a real criminal. I hate to say it but his chances of success are not looking good. Yet if he commits another crime society will blame him for being a bad person.

Unless you want a better criminal, stop sending kids to prison. There has to be a better option if we want a brighter future for our youth.

 

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