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Brothers and sisters on the inside are invited to submit articles to our website.

They will discuss issues such as gun violence, homelessness, public education, domestic violence, avoiding addiction, HIV, intergenerational crime, poverty, racism, leaving a gang/street organization, re-entry, and other topics upon approval.  An Inside release form must accompany all submissions. We try to add new articles once a month.

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Post #17.009: My Identity

Cedric L. Anderson: Danville Correctional Center

I was released homeless. I paroled to my mother’s home, who is now deceased. I’m currently incarcerated and will be maxing out my parole time with no funds financially, no address, no job, and no car. They wonder why the recidivism rate with returning back to prison is the way it is. I also have myself to blame, due to the poor decisions I made and the strain I caused to families, including my own. I can get a hot meal from the Salvation Army, or shelters. You go from knowing every contact in your phone, to having society snatched out from under you. You forget the importance of those very same people who’s numbers you once held. We all fall short of the glory of God. Our arms are too short to box with God, but prayers are being met every day. We should pray fervently and pray without ceasing. Prayer helps. When you can’t seem to find no other way, just when you’re about to give up, a blessing comes through. You go from having a disability for 20 years to them saying you have no disability. So you go from having an income to no income. Life beyond prison walls after release ain’t nothing but a roller coaster.

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Post #17.008: My Identity

Eugene Andrews: Pontiac Correctional Center

My first three days after being released from prison, it was terrifying. I felt alienated. Even as I looked to myself if felt alone. Although I had family around me, I still felt alone because we were so unfamiliar with each other. My transportation from the facility was a long ride home. At times it felt as though we were going in circles. Our first stop was McDonald’s. I set in the car and watched my sister run inside and grab something to eat. I didn’t have a solid meal. I just nibbled on whatever I could see. I spent the night in my baby mother’s house. She now had an extended family, that she acquired while I was imprisoned. Money was a major issue. Being in a world where everything costs. Financial problems was the face of my enemy. My resources were limited, and I could feel them running out quick. I felt forgiven at times, but never really felt accepted. When I fell asleep that first night I identified myself as part of the struggle. On the third day I identified myself as being in a deeper part of the struggle. Overall I didn’t feel connected or supported. I felt the need to reconnect. I wanted to build a supporting cast around me. I felt alone around everyone. The only person I felt connected to was my supporting cast. If I had to choose an identity it would have been in Christ Jesus. That’s a scary sight. Returning home from prison. After being locked up for years. Having to readjust into society. At times you do feel alone, because there’s no one who wants the exact same things that you want. Even with the family that you have, you still feel alone. Prison separates you from your loved ones. Over time you grow apart. You look for employment and you find that all the employment opportunity is in the faraway neighborhoods. So you travel to that location to later find out the jobs are monopolized by workers of another culture [X, inc. does not endorse this view point], with only a few African Americans employed. The struggle continues. It’s a supply and demand. Hopefully policy makers might be encouraged to make better policies.

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Post #17.007: My Identity

Jerell Arterberry: Southwestern Correctional Center

I was released from prison 8/21/09, after 4½ years of incarceration. The prison van transported me to a train station, where I then got on an Amtrak train headed toward Union Station in Chicago. The first thing I did was visit my daughter. My first meal was a gyro plate. I paroled to a … halfway house. I had no money in my first three days but I did have resources, and they helped. When I was first released I was a changed man. I was very optimistic about the future. I was ready to be there for my daughter, and my family. Prison had changed me for the better, even though I had no support from family or friends. I forgave everybody because my main objective as a freeman was being a father. When I went to sleep my first night out I was happy just to be out. More than anything I was focused on being a father. I looked forward to the future. On my third day out my mother and aunt took me out. I felt connected and supported by them. My baby mother’s family made me feel like an outcast whenever I was around them. They did support me and help me get my first job, but I always felt tolerated by them. The halfway house I paroled to had a bed bug infestation. I was bitten hundreds of times. I was forced to stay there because of the way parole works. I was very upset because I thought my health would be a priority. Weeks later I moved in with my baby’s mother and daughter. I had a job within the first week I was out. I also had a side job landscaping and rehabbing houses. Fatherhood was a very rewarding and gratifying experience for me. I enjoyed every second of it. Me and my baby’s mother had different parenting views. She was the go with the flow type. I was the organized, stern parent. This eventually caused a rift between us, amongst other things. I tried to build a … relationship off of being a parent. This was a mistake. You can’t build anything without trust. Unrealistic expectations, coupled with different views and goals was a recipe for disaster. I hate confrontation so I just tried to avoid it all together. So I put all me attention into my daughter and my job. My baby’s mother eventually cheated on me with a woman. I was hurt. I responded without any thought. I moved out, quit my job, and started my criminal lifestyle all over again. I had all of these justifications that made my choices alright with me. Everybody deals with hurt and depression differently. I dealt with it by rebelling against the system and going back to what was familiar to me. Making my own rules. working my own hours, and being a bachelor was comfortable for me. Not having to answer to anyone and also not being vulnerable to anyone was ideal for me at that time. My daughter remained my first priority, but I lost sight of what was most important, which was being there in the physical form. I started spending more money because the lifestyle made me have time constraints. Needless to say the lifestyle led to me being incarcerated for a very long time. I had a high profile case that was covered in the media. 35 years at 85% was the plea bargain that was on the table. I fought and got it broke down. I settled for 19 years at 50%. I’ve been gone 7 years 3 months. I’ve lost a lot of family members and people I consider friends, not to death, let me explain. When you’re incarcerated for an extended period of time you either grow together or you grow apart.

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Post #17.006: My Identity

Robert Anderson: Vienna Correctional Center

After I was released in April 1st of ‘09’, it felt nice to be around my family. However, a few of the people I socialized with were bad business, because they were on drugs. I became just as bad. Although I knew better, I started doing drugs right along with them. So much so that I started doing cocaine almost every day. As I reflect back on my adult life I find myself more and more disappointed with myself. I’m far from stupid, yet I always put myself in stupid situations. Because of my choices, prison has always been a revolving door for me. Chicken dressing has more times than not been my first “return” meal. My moms always knew dressing was my favorite dish and being that I was always released to her home she always had dressing hooked up for me. I was never out long enough to rent or purchase a home of my own. I always had pocket money, but I was never content. I was trying to catch up to the years I lost while in prison. That process always took me back to drugs. I was always forgiven and accepted by family, but for some reason I still felt alone. Even now I feel like a stranger to myself. I feel like a failure at just about everything I do. For the record I am not, nor have I ever been, suicidal. I’m just hard on myself. I haven’t yet forgiven myself for the disappointment I’ve been to myself and those that care about me. Today is a new day and I will be alright once I do forgive myself for being the failure I have been all these years. I’m getting older and must learn to be content with what is, and learn to do things a lot differently.

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Post #17.005: My Identity

Joe Ayers: Jacksonville Correctional Center

My last release was in 2001. I took a long train ride home, and had ample enough time to think about the course I wanted my life to take. I hoped and prayed it went in the right direction. It did not go as planned. When I walked out the doors of the prison, I remembered feeling like a son, cause all I wanted to do was make my mom proud of me. When I fell asleep that night I felt good. I shared my dreams with my family the things I wanted and planned to get and do. It sounded real good to me, my family, and friends. We all sat back reflecting on good times. We talked, laughed and joked. I felt real good. I fell to sleep with good food, good family, and fun. But once I woke up, I was hit with reality. As days and time went by, I had no resources, and close to no money – nothing. I had me, my dreams, and fake friends. I needed help bad. So you already know what happened. I turned back to what I thought would answer all my problems –  the streets. And here I am again in prison. Hopefully someone will help people that are going through what I went through.


Post #17.004: My Identity

George Austin: Graham Correctional Center

I sat waiting to walk thru the door to the outside world. Each minute that goes by feels like an hour. My heart is pumping like a set of 15 inch speakers. I feel like everyone around me can hear it beating. I know it’s all in my mind, so I stand up and get my things so they can take us to the bus station. I could have gotten a ride home by one of my family members, but I wanted to be by myself for awhile. I don’t want to see some people because some people are in bad shape. I know some are looking for help, but even though you have a big heart sometimes there’s nothing you can do. Especially in my case I need help myself. So I just wanted to take the long ride home alone. Plus leaving prison with only $10 is hard to buy anything. After being on the bus for awhile, the bus stopped at a gas station. I stepped off the bus to smell the fresh air around me and to enjoy the free world. Everything looks new and more green than before. So I walk in the store and buy a grill ham and cheese with sour cream chips, and a pop. Now I only have $5 left, and I still need to call me PO before I get home. I have to let them know I’m on my way home. I used the pay phone. I told them I should be home in an hour or so. She said that would be cool because she had to give me a drug test today. I said fine and got back on the bus. Got that out the way. It eats at you how much people change. The age and size of the kids changed a lot. The kids were little, now they are big and playing sports and having a good time. I want to play with them, but when you’re not around they don’t know you like you think they should. You lose a lot of love from them. All they know is you just got out of prison. Some kids think you’re a bad person because you went to prison, but they don’t know that you have changed for the better. It kind of messes with your mind a little. You want to be the best parent and friend for your kids and lady, but it’s hard to do that. It’s hard if you don’t have the money to take care of them because you want to get them whatever they want. I always put things in God’s hand and God will always do the right thing. So as I look back on my life, God saved me and put me in a better place. Whatever God has for me next I will go down that path. Keep the faith in God, and God bless.

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Post #15.013: Homelessness!!

Stanley Ward: Macon State Prison

When on an ordinary day after awakening from a comfortable bed, eating a healthy and nutritious meal to start off your day, has the question every crossed your mind – “will this blessing be taken away one day”? We pass clear signs daily which serve as proof that this can become your reality. Picture this image – this question – replaying every morning – on a normal day’s route to work.  They get off at the same exit. Just in time to see the same man, or woman, climbing out a makeshift home of cardboard, rope and newspaper. The person in the box has almost everything they feel they need to survive – in a shopping cart … A sorrowful sight. The sight of the less fortunate briefly hits the driver. But how quickly the sadness leave once the light turns green and the stop light falls deep out of view? Then we’re off to enjoying the so called luxuries of life, without even thinking about the person we just passed who may be on the way to a fast food dumpster – to sift out something edible. When we’re approached on the street and someone asks for help, we curl with an intense fear. We rationalize denying assistance because we claim it is a risk to our safety, or we imagine that they will do the wrong thing with the money. Our behavior is strange, because the majority of people claim to be men and women of faith. We turn a deaf ear and blind eye to those in desperate need of help. If we really paid attention to the scriptures, Jesus was a man without a place to rest His head. A sacrifice was made by that same Man without sin, with no place to live, for all to receive a place in a true Kingdom with God. He never worried if we would do the right thing with what He had given up. You shouldn’t either. Next time you pass the homeless person asking for your help, think of how the homeless of Christ gave you a home.

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Post #15.012: Dreading Re-entry
Tommy L. Tucker: Macon State Prison

Hi! My name is Tommy Tucker and I’ve been incarcerated since 1985. Growing up in Georgia’s penal system forces a young man to mature and make responsible decisions. The road to re-entering society is a reality I dread. I dread it in some respects and at the same time I look forward to it in other respects. I dread the transitioning from the prison controlled environment to a free society of less restraints and less restrictions. Despite my being relatively healthy, I had a stroke that has left me with very little use of the left side of my body. Nonetheless, I still try to make use of what little activity I do still have. I guess the point that I’m getting at is I believe in my heart that I’ve made as much preparation as I know how to make in order to ready myself for society. The only promise that I feel comfortable making is to put forth my best effort as a man. I hope to not disappoint those that are willing to extend a helping hand upon my return. May God bless and keep you safe …

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Wayne Matthews: Macon State Prison

Often times when we think about domestic violence we think of the husband and wife. The often over looked and neglected victim in these scenarios is the children. Children are harmed by witnessing these events and may at times be subjected to verbal or physical harm in connection with these events. Many different things can add to domestic violence such as drug/alcohol abuse, financial problems, unemployment, lack of education and lack of solid morals and values to govern the home. Strong communication and coping skills are often nonexistent in the homes where domestic violence occurs. Outlets are needed to release built up frustrations that come from daily living. Take time to relax and focus on strengthening the family. Find activities to relieve stress. Violent behavior and mentalities are often inherited from parents and the households people are brought up in. If a female child sees her mother with many different men in and out of the home, she will begin to think it’s acceptable behavior. Depending on the type of character these men display, the young woman may later become attracted to these types of men and these types of relationships. If the men treat the mother badly, the young woman may learn to accept negative relationships. If the mother responds with anger, or depression, but continues the relationships, the young woman may later grow to mimic this cycle of abusive relationships. Just the same if a young man witnesses his mother being abused – physically or verbally. The young child may think that it’s ok to treat women this way once they grow older. The same applies if children witness the parent following any pattern of negative behavior. All negative behavior and attitudes can contribute to domestic violence. As parents and adults we have to be mindful of the values and morals we pass on to the next generation. A major step to stopping the spread of domestic violence is a return to the basic love of family. The love of family is based deeply in spirituality and is the first step to stopping domestic violence dead in its tracks. Let’s do our part to stop domestic violence.

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Post #15.010: Re-entry
Brian Dukes: Georgia Diagnostic and Classification State Prison

The main issue with re-entry is people get released out to a world worse off than when they left it. Not everyone can withstand the environmental pressures one must deal with upon release. Individuals must get in touch with their humanity and the humanity of others to be productive members of society. If not, killing, robbing, and the drug game is too easy a choice. Gotta ask yourself, do you really want freedom? No doubt it’s gonna be difficult. Unfortunately, once you have a record it’s an even greater struggle – from cradle to grave. Regardless to how you feel it’s like that. So love it. You gonna have to deal with it or fight. Most of all once you’re released, you can’t play catch up. Time is gone and gone for good. Freedom is about each moment – now and tomorrow. How to make the best move in each moment. It might sound ‘soft’ to your warrior mentality. Enter or re-enter to one of these ‘hard’ cells waiting on you. At the end of the day it’s all about Re-entry. Choose wisely. Brian ‘Duke’ Dukes

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Post #15.008: I’m not homeless
Steven E. Polk: Georgia State Prison

No matter who I’m with, I always cross their mind last … Just like family and friends – I’m the last one they think about, but the good thing about being last is you always know where you at and won’t need no redirect. Cause we’re last; end of the road; the caboose – we’re just not that important; or no? – maybe just ain’t loved. Maybe it’s all pretend and only in my mind … Oh yeah. If that’s so, then tell me why do I always feel so lonely and alone. Why does it always seem like you all forget? Am I not worthy of your love, your caring, your memory – is it too hard to remember me at least? If you truly knew how I felt, then you would know how a homeless man feels in the winter time – with no sheets, hurt, alone, confused, and in despair. I may not be homeless cause I’m in prison, but I feel just like him. That man you see on the corner holding the sign saying whatever, or the dude pushing the shopping cart with all that he has in the world. I feel just like him. Why? – cause I have no one to write me to say “Hi … are you ok?”, and because on X-mas or my birthday I receive no cards saying I, or we, love and miss you – and we’re thinking about you on this day. No visits, no money, no phone call. Just me, myself and I, with my back up against the wall, against all odds – it’s me against the world. Fighting for my life. I’m still a man, and I’m still standing.
Written by Steven E. Polk 6-20-15

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Post #15.005: Gangs & Street Organizations
Brian Dukes: Georgia Diagnostic and Classification State Prison

Being a gang member once was an honorable initiation into a sacred and trusted order. It implied that one truly had, would, and understood the struggle. One who had made many types of sacrifices. First for benefit of community, then family, followed by self. From the birth of gangs it was about having a positive, uplifting effect on community life. Most members lived by and enforced a high level of behavior. We were much more in tune with, and aware of, our role as father, mother, brother, and protector. But No More! What now passes for gang affiliation/membership is not even a shadow of what it once was. Now it’s nothing more than a disgrace to all who came before. It’s currently nothing more than a hyper masculine distortion of some of the best elements of brotherhood & courage & loyalty. It’s a simple and immature reason for existing. Today’s gang life. By Brian ‘Duke’ Dukes

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Post #15.004: Gangs & Street Organizations
John Mallard: Dodge State Prison

It is imperative that the masses grasp a firm understanding of the social pain that is caused by gangs/street organizations. The effect they have on the lives of our youth in urban America is something we must consider and study closely. Only after we have gained sufficient clarity of the problems caused by gangs can we begin to heal as a whole. Being an ex-member of a street organization it is my intent to extend such clarity to the masses in hopes that our youth may be saved from becoming fuel for statistics. The ‘why’ of this matter sheds light on why our youth are attracted to gangs. The ‘why’ usually derives from an emotional or psychological need for a sense of love or belonging. In today’s society, our communities are comprised of a majority of broken single parent homes. This lack of true family structure is a breeding ground for social inadequacies that are likely to lead to gang related life styles. To identify the ‘why’ is key to change. The ‘what’ of this matter refers to the approach to change. In order for a gang member to change, they must first identify the need to change. Until they reach this point they will remain slaves to a degenerate life cycle. Support from outside and inside the family is vital. The transitional phase is a sensitive period. So moral support is priceless during the transition. The ‘how’ refers to how to actually break free from the chains of the life style. First it should be understood that the foundation of change begins and ends with the choice. No matter what yesterday’s realities were, every breathing being possess the power to choose. They have the power to choose what their tomorrow will be. Secondly, once negative ties have been broken, new positive and productive ties must be formed in order to stabilize the transition. Lastly, it must be understood that ‘change’ is a lifelong body of work. It takes a conscious effort everyday to stay on track. This is my testament to change. I offer it freely in hopes that it will help others to find the light burning within. We are all a work in progress. So I encourage you to remain focused on your personal victories. The road to redemption begins with the power of choice …

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Post #15.003: “Blood in – Blood out”
Larry J. Boyd: Coffee Correctional Facility

… at one point that’s what life meant. It was the only thing that mattered and I planned on taking it to my grave. I was born by blood and I was going to die by blood. My whole demeanor was to not only represent it but be – ‘by any means necessary’ – not just a blood, but “the Blood”. The Blood that everybody envied and wanted to be. Life to me was being who I was and making a name for myself. Staining the concrete and leaving behind a legacy for all who followed behind, was a way of life for many. But being blood had its rises and falls. I started at a young age and gang banged for many years up until I reached the realization that life had a broader view and I could do better. Turf wars were common, and many times against our own kind. Set versus Set, because this Set may have had more than what we had. – or other times it was because we had to prove ourselves and get our ‘Numbers’ up. Like they say, there’s strength in numbers. Speaking of which, there will always be numbers when it comes to gangs. Sometimes people don’t like some of the rules of their Set, so they recruit young numbers and start their own gang, set or ‘click’. Gangs are just a cause of a social or environmental circumstance. They mostly involve illegal street activity, but sometimes provide basic needs like a place for the numbers to lay their head. I’m a witness of what life in a gang can do to you, and your family. It’s not the best life. I choose it no longer. It’s not the life for me.

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Post #15.002: Gun Violence
Thomas Clark: Coffee Correctional Facility

Gun violence in America has spread viciously. Slowly devouring and deteriorating communities. Innocent people have become victims. It has caused tragedy, homicide, and disaster. It has taken millions of lives. If not contained, it will turn into a permanent unfixable problem. Our youth are killing one another at an alarming rate. The youth is our future. If America does not get a grip on the problem, our future – the youth – will continue this behavior. Communities will continue to lose positive structure and safety. Hidden people are behind this gun violence, but that is not where we should focus. We should accept the origin of this problem as part of life and move on to making our own solution where we can – where we have some control. Everyone makes decisions that aren’t always good. We all are imperfect. We can help each other. We can come together as Americans and fight this battle. Incidents of gun violence happen because of life situations and the way people choose to handle or deal with these situations. Every situation is different but this gun violence places a major toll on America. Some people really don’t know that there is a better solution. Gun violence is a way of life for too many people. It is a way of life, a means of survival, and the only way some know how to live. Some are being guided in the wrong direction by older family members and others around them. We need leaders and entire communities throughout America to speak out against this misguided advice. This is becoming a world epidemic. Some are influenced by the global use of gun violence. There is still hope. Before it gets to a point of no return, we must take action. In the mean time let’s start by forgiving those who have become accustomed to the lifestyle of gun violence – or corrupted by bad guidance and social influence – because we all make mistakes. If we pay close attention, we can prevent a lot of this violence. Neighborhoods and communities in America should dedicate resources for mental, emotional, and spiritual support in areas of high gun violence. It won’t be easy, but if we start now we should be able to achieve some reduction in violence. Too many lives are at risk. Too many lives are being lost. A lot of casualties are caused be gun violence. If we don’t get it under control, it will begin to affect our economy. If kids are not taught properly about the dangers of gun violence, they will fall victim to the use of, they will die from, and be punishment for this gun violence. Gun violence is a problem all around the world, slowly killing off humanity. Life is short and precious. Let’s protect the beauty of life. Let’s not allow our children to be turned into an ugly outrageous vehicle of death. Let’s take a stand together. It can be done – if we try.                Thomas Clark

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Post #14.005: Fear & Love

Anonymous: Georgia Diagnostic & Classification Prison – SMU

Fear God and Love your neighbor – we’ve all heard it before. We should fear God and love your neighbor as we love ourselves. How much thought we give to these words can make the difference in all aspects of our lives and in all matters of life. God’s word says ‘the fear of God is the beginning of knowledge’!  It’s safe to say we make a lot of bad decisions in ignorance. It may be due to ignorance of our actions or ignorance of the consequences of our actions. I believe if we all implement the fear of God into all our ways, we will lead a better and more responsible life – not just in our homes but in the community. God’s word also tells us that ‘love covers a multitude of sins’. If we’re showing love to one another, then we will not be robbing, murdering, oppressing, envying, gossiping, or doing anything towards our neighbor that we wouldn’t want done to us. That same love will put in us the sprit to forgive, show compassion, have mercy and give justice to one another. If you are asking yourself ‘why should I’? Then also ask yourself ‘why don’t I fear God’!

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Post #14.001: Avoiding Drug Addiction

Alex Altreche: Georgia Diagnostic & Classification Prison

I’ve gotten in trouble with this drug addiction I possess. Through all the years I’ve been alive I have fallen victim again and again to this addiction disease. I have fought against it through the years. It’s a never ending battle, but I don’t and won’t give in to its destruction. I want to live …! I want to succeed in society. It’s up to you! You have the choice to be addiction free. By disciplining yourself and by staying amongst a real positive environment, and running away, or putting yourself as far away from these negative people, places and things that may drive you to disgrace by just trying drugs once. That’s all it takes. So stay away from drugs. Drugs are for losers. Be a winner. Stay away from any and all type of addictions. Go at a normal pace and be addiction free. Don’t allow yourself to be enticed to try drugs. Be the person who does not need these stimulants in order to have fun or to enjoy who you are, or to become someone you’re not. Be yourself!! Love yourself!!! Try sports and/or literature. Try church activities. This message is coming from one who once tried a cig. and a joint and look at me now – 28 yrs later. Still sitting at a high-max facility. Still getting in trouble, because I was never able to control my addiction to drugs. Where is the future? Help me help others. Please avoid addictions … by keeping busy and positive – in church, in school, at home!  Yours sincerely, Alex Altreche

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Post #14.002: Catch’ Twenty-Two

Elijah Boyd: Georgia Diagnostic & Classification Prison

In the name of Allah, most gracious, most merciful … Deprive anyone of education & you have a lost soul on your hands. The key to survival is knowing something, or having knowledge that can hold a positive mental image against the criminal mindset. Time is vital. An idle mind is the devil’s workshop. Left alone without instructions leaves one to ponder only on the negative aspects of getting over. The mind is agile and once active it will operate fully off what it is fed. An organization, or corporation, deteriorates from the inside out. It’s the same with the human mind. Brain food are thoughts that motivate the entire body – thoughts are followed by actions. If you ever – Ever – break the nucleus of the cycle of going to prison, the revolving door will inevitably close. Knowledge is said to be Power. You may agree that in order for you or anyone to ‘Lead’, one must first ‘Know’.  The plot is set in stone. 90% of educational programs have been taken out of penitentiaries. In society, someone that has not achieved at least a high school diploma or GED is stuck.  You’re stuck with low paying jobs, pushed under the poverty line and often times leads you to ‘government assistance’. Now I come from being incarcerated for decades without a GED, or job skills. This leaves me no other choice but to fall back in step with an illegal mindset – felonies! We are pushed into the idea of man as ‘the head of the household’. However, considering the degree of ignorance you’re forced into default. No plan – is planning to fail. No inmate can ever think about competing once back in the free world, with strikes against them and No Education. They stack the deck because the GED or ‘Good Enough Diploma’ gives us some form of ammunition to defend ourselves, but not enough. Looking at abandoned responsibilities, a father or mother has no other resources to protect their families from poverty stricken areas. Without new methods the mindset reconfirms the cliché, learn to do the wrong thing the right way. We know there’s no such thing. Without positive methods to implement, the criminal mind state devises even more brazen acts, because one feels the need to play catch-up. No athenaeum on high max to keep me busy with self help literature. Indigent … so, no correspondence courses, even if the institution allowed or offered it. Release me back into society without a GED and no skills. My circumstance is far from desirable. Heavier with hate, stronger with rage, the antagonist has to eat. Driven by an appetite so obdurate that corruption covers ever thought – after all, you were taught nothing else.

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