Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas From the Other Side of the Fence

I believe the holiday is perhaps the hardest time of the year for people doing time.  Our families all have someone missing at their table.  My mother is missing her oldest son.  Others are missing a brother and a child is missing a dad.

My loved ones do my time right alongside me.  They feel the weight of my sentence each day just as I do.  A very special wish to each of the people who love me enough to help pull me through this time in my life.

My brother and sisters, you are the best.  Brooke, you amaze me, thank you for your love.  Mom, I'm getting better all the time.  And to my daughter Taylor, remember the apple and quit being late to first period!!
Love, Michael



Well, it's that time of year again where...thanks to a very special group of people who care (friends) I get to send my lady a shout out and let her know how much I appreciate her and all she does for me.

Jennifer, I love you and thank you for the gift of love, respect, support and strength that you continue to give me.  Words cannot describe what you have come to mean to me...a toast!!!  To our future, Merry Christmas Love.

Mom...what love and patience you have with me.  you will always be my #1 gal!!  My gift for you is yet to come...I ask that you have just a little more patience with me.  Lots of love, hugs and kisses until then will have to do...remember I love you and am always thinking of you.  Merry Christmas mom.

P.S. Boruch Hashem Larry!!!  Have a blessed CHANUKAH!!  Always your brother.
Love, Michael



Another year over with.  That much closer to home.  Finally, my last Christmas in prison.  I want to wish you all a very special holiday season and know that you are all in my prayers.  This time next year we can all sit down, eat, drink and be merry!!  To my awesome family -- Merry Christmas!
Love, Benny













I want to first thank the Lord for the gentleman and his loved one for making this all possible -- thank you so much.  Everyone on this site is very grateful.  There are angels in prison.  My heart goes out to all of my loved ones who have endured this trial.  We've all been through so much together.  This Christmas I am so thankful for all the letters, pictures and support I've received.  Thank you, dad, for being my roc in here.  Thank you, grandma, for being my prayer.  I love you so much.  Thank you, Camille, for being the best sister every.  I'm going to take you gator hunting when I get home.  Sorry I didn't do all the outdoor things with you like I should have.  Nina and Dom, wow how you've both grown!  I can't wait to see you both.  Kimberly, what a true friend.  I love you.  Awesome pictures -- Melina is so big.  Merry Christmas, Shannon!  Thank you for being there for my grandma.  To Graclyn and your family, I pray that you and your family receive an overflow of rewards and love from heaven. Merry Christmas, Graclyn, your a"Amen".  I'm so blessed this Christmas.  I have a beautiful family with so much kindness -- thank you all!
Love, Jason




Dad & Terry,
Merry Christmas!  I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.  You all have done the greatest thing for me since I've been in prison -- you all never, never left my side through the bad and good times.  You help me get through my problems I never thought I could get through.  I can't express all the love you've given me and always will.  I will see you all soon.  Thank you for being there.
Your son, James P.





Dear Family & Friends,
Mom and Bill, you are my rock!  Don't know where or who I would be in this life without you guys.  Remember always always.  To those who are apart of my life from sending pictures of food and kicking my butt in Uno to those you pray for me.  Thank you for ALL of you support over these long years.  Those who have come and gone through my life, I hope I helped you as much as you helped me in going through this plan God has for me.  Those of you who struggle with addictions, depression or bad relationships, this is not the end.  Stand tall and take control of your life.  If you need a friend, I'm here.  Thank you Mike and Brooke for doing this awesome project.  God Bless.  Have a wonderful time with your loved ones celebrating the coming of Christ.
Merry Christmas, Phillip



This is the third year running now that I'm giving this shout-out.  To all of you....and hopefully the last.  Things are looking good and with any luck I will be home for the holidays next year to  celebrate as a free man.  I love you all and Merry Christmas!
Love, Chris
















Dear Naida,
I want to take the time to let you know how much I appreciate you in every way.  I want you to know that I love and miss ya'll so much.  And that you and my baby girl mean the world to me.  I hope you can understand that ya'll are who I think about day and night.  And that ya'll are the best thing that every happened to m.  I wish ya'll a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Love Forever & Always, Marquis





Dear Mom,
Thank you for all your hard work.  I could not do this time without your support.  I just wanna say you're the best and that I am sorry I am not there.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Love, Your Son, Derek









To my family, my friends and my love,
I hope that you are all having the times of your life.  Enjoy this Christmas and have a Happy New Year!  I love and miss all ya'll and I'm always thinking of you.  Sarah, I love you so much and hope that you can make the best of this.  Thank you for all of your support and helping me wake up every day.  I miss and love you with all my heart.
Love, Mike




Sunday, August 24, 2014

What would you do?

J.J. enjoys listening to Snap Judgement.  Recently, he laid in his bunk and listened to this heart breaking story. 


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When Joe and Yvonne Jackson found out their youngest son, Cole, was on the brink of life or death, they never imagined what they'd have to give up in order to save his life.
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GLYNN WASHINGTON, HOST:
Now for our first story, SNAP JUDGEMENT's Nancy Lopez is going to kick things off in the Republic of Texas.

NANCY LOPEZ, BYLINE: When Yvonne Jackson gave birth to her youngest son, Cole, everything seemed to be normal.

YVONNE JACKSON: A friend of mine had came over to see the new baby. We noticed that Cole had some little red dots all over him - it kind of almost looked like heat rash. I said, I think I should probably call the pediatrician. For some reason something's telling me I need to get him in there.

LOPEZ: Yvonne took Cole to the hospital where they ran a few blood tests. She was told to return in a couple of hours, so she dropped off her two older kids and her mother-in-law's.

Y. JACKSON: And as I pulled back into the parking lot, I saw Laura, the nurse practitioner, standing at the door. And I thought it was to unlock it and as soon as I walked up, Dr. Horner said - I mean, it was like, simultaneously - she said, Yvonne, I'm going to take you to the office, and Dr. Horner grabbed Cole and just ran down this long hallway. I was little in shock because at that time, I just thought - I mean, I thought it was a heat rash - you know, I just thought it was going to be something simple. There was never a thought in my head that Cole had this horrible disease.

LOPEZ: Yvonne's husband Joe was a truck driver. She says Joe was out on the road, and she didn't want to give him the bad news over the phone. So she waited a couple of weeks until he got back.

Y. JACKSON: I had Cole with me. I said, the baby's sick. He said, well, what do we have to do to get him fixed?

LOPEZ: It took six months before the doctors were able to give the Jacksons an answer. Turns out, Cole was born with the rare immunodeficiency disease known as Wiskott Aldrich syndrome.

Y. JACKSON: I was honestly relieved at that point thinking hey, we know what this is, we're going to get this fixed and that's that.

LOPEZ: But the disease is life-threatening. The immune system is defenseless and even a cold can be fatal. The doctors told Yvonne and Joe that Cole needed a bone marrow transplant and he needed one fast. They told him...

Y. JACKSON: That he would never see his third birthday, which would've been July. They said that's the only thing that could save him. That without that, that Cole would die.

LOPEZ: The problem now was money. The entire procedure cost $250,000, and the Jacksons needed half of that just to get the baby into the hospital. There other problem - they lost Cole's health insurance when a monthly fee didn't clear their bank account. They had no idea how they were going to come up with all that money. The doctors told them there was another option - they could send hospice in until the baby passed away.

Y. JACKSON: You don't tell a parent that you're going to keep their child as comfortable as possible just because they don't have the money. So you're saying that if I've got tons of money, my child can live, but if I don't have any money, my child needs to die? That shouldn't have been - that shouldn't have even been the question.

LOPEZ: They sold everything but their house. They sold Joe's second truck, some trailers and tools. They organized fundraisers, they had bake sales and car washes and rodeos.

Y. JACKSON: We called our Senators. We called everyone. I mean, we seriously called everyone that we knew at that time that we thought might be able to help us.

LOPEZ: But by the two-year deadline the doctors had given Yvonne and Joe to get Cole in the hospital, they had only raised $52,000. Then their prayers were answered. When word spread about their cause, an organization stepped up and matched it. Now with $100,000 the hospital agreed to go ahead with Cole's operation. But they still felt way too short. The hospital told them they still had to pay out the other $150,000.

Y. JACKSON: I would probably say I panicked a little more than Joe because I was worried that you know, what would happen if we didn't get the money. And I remember one night he just said, I'm going to give in, I'm not going to let him die. And he said, so don't worry. Your worry is to get Cole to the doctor, make sure the kids are good and safe and take care of them, and I'll make sure we get the money to get him well. He said this is your worry and I'll take care of the rest, because it's my job to take care of you all.

LOPEZ: Joe was on the road 24/7 hauling produce from Colorado back to Texas. Than hauling cattle to California and back again. And miraculously enough, he was covering all of the family's expenses, Cole's ever-increasing medical bills plus their mortgage.

Y. JACKSON: I think deep down maybe I knew that there was some - too much money coming in, but I also knew that it was getting the bills paid and we were able to stay at the hospital with Cole.

LOPEZ: Cole's transplant failed. As the doctors came up with the different treatment, the medical bills kept racking up - almost $5,000 a month. Joe kept assuring Yvonne that he was taking care of it. And somehow he was still getting everything paid. With time, Cole's health got more stable. He lived to see his third birthday and then his fourth. Life seemed to be finally getting a bit easier for the Jacksons. That is, until one morning.

Y. JACKSON: I was trying to get breakfast - get lunches packing and get the two kids ready for school and someone came over a loudspeaker and said, we need everyone in the house to come out with their hands up. I looked out the door and I said, what the heck is this? It went through my head that maybe they were at the wrong house. And so I told April - I said, April get John and Cole and go get on my bed and don't get off until I come back in the house because you know, they get a little gun happy or something - I don't want none of you all to get hurt. So stay in this house no matter what happens. Just stay in this house. I walked out the door with my arms up like they said.
First they have like, all these little red dot lasers on you. So I'm holding my hands up and then this guy just comes running by me - like, grabs me up like a sack of potatoes and runs me over to the other side of our - the driveway. He sat me down and this guy said, are you Yvonne Jackson and I went, yeah. Who's in the house? And I said, my kids are in the house. So April, Jackson, Cole and John - he said their whole names - are the only ones in the house? I said, yes sir. I said how did you know? And I'm like how did you know us? What's going on here? They really wasn't talking. They were just, you know, like, everybody was tons of people everywhere - the ATF coming to find out and the DA and all that were there. And he said, we're looking for your husband. We've got a warrant for his arrest. I said, for what? And then he starts telling me, well, he's been, you know, hauling drugs. What? I said, have you lost your mind? And so I told the guy, listen I'm going in to get my kids. And he said, no. You go in there and, you know, we'll shoot you. And I said, well, I guess you're going to have to shoot me because I'm going to go get the kids. They're scared, I've got to go get my kids right now. I just took off for the house.

LOPEZ: They didn't shoot. Yvonne rushed to gather up her kids and try to figure out what to do next. She was told not to return to the house for the rest of the day.

Y. JACKSON: I'm just, like, so confused at this point and scared and don't know what's going on. And so I actually dropped off my oldest son. I don't know why. I look back now and think I wish I hadn't done that. But I did drop him at school. And then my daughter says, I'm not going Mom. I'm staying with you because I'm scared. I said, me too. I don't know what's going on. Let's go to Nanny's.

LOPEZ: Yvonne spent the day just waiting for night to fall. That's usually when Joe called.

Y. JACKSON: He called me that night and I said, these people came into the house that he was like, what? So I told him what happened. He said, don't worry; I'll take care of it. It's OK. Don't worry about nothing. It's OK. It's OK. You know, I knew what had happened, what was going on at that point. He ended up hauling some drugs and they paid him to do that. And he did it to come up with the money for Cole.

LOPEZ: For two years, Joe was transporting methamphetamine. He would get a grand for every pound of meth he carried from California to Texas. A typical load was up to $11,000 worth of meth. Enough to pay for Cole's medical expenses. Joe turned himself in. The federal court in Fort Worth found him guilty of conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute methamphetamine. At trial, the defense presented letters and evidence to show that the reason Joe did what he did was because it was his last resort. It was the only way to pay for his son's transplant. But the judge, notorious for his harsh sentences, didn't bat an eye. He sentenced Joe to life.

Y. JACKSON: Hi, Joe.

JOE JACKSON: How are you doing?

Y. JACKSON: I'm good how are you?

J. JACKSON: I'm doing all right.

LOPEZ: Joe has been locked up now for nearly 19 years. He's been moved around a lot and currently finds himself in a low security federal prison in Arkansas. He gets to talk on the phone five hours a month - but only in 15 minute increments.

UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN #1: Fifteen minutes, right?

J. JACKSON: Yes ma'am.

UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN #1: OK.

J. JACKSON: But, you know, if you need more time, we'll have to wait 30 minutes and I'll call you back.

LOPEZ: Joe's days are pretty much on repeat. He talks with Yvonne and the kids on the phone every week. He works at the prison grocery store, making 75 cents an hour. He gets off at five and that's when he calls me one Tuesday. Joe tells me that even after all this time, he clearly remembers what he told the judge when he sentenced him to life.

J. JACKSON: I said, you know, when that boy right there was dying and we tried every way in the world asking all of you people for help, every federal agency there was, you wouldn't help us. And I don't figure you're going to help me now. And that's exactly what I told the judge in my statement at sentencing. I done knew what I was fixing to get and it was over. My only regret was that he couldn't give me a death sentence. At least if I would've died or they would've put me to death my family could've got over it and got on with their lives. I hate it that my wife has sat out there by herself all these years. She works all day long and comes home to an empty house, you know.

LOPEZ: Joe has missed out on a lot - birthdays and graduations, watching his daughter get married, his grandchildren being born.
Joe, when you get look back is it something you would do again if faced with the same circumstance?

J. JACKSON: Well, you're asking me if I'd do anything different? I didn't like what I had to do then and I wouldn't like it if I had to do it now. I'm telling you what. I'm glad that I had that avenue to get big money fast other than say, walking in a bank with the gun because I would've done whatever I had to do. Do you have kids miss Lopez?

LOPEZ: I don't. I don't.

J. JACKSON: You'll understand when you have them. Believe me. It's still a blessing to me to have my kids healthy.

LOPEZ: Doctors never thought Cole would live past five and now he's 24. He has high blood pressure and takes a bunch of pills to boost his immune system. But overall he's pretty healthy. I talked to Cole and he says that growing up it took him a while to understand why his dad did what he did. Now that he's an adult he gets it. And actually, he can't help but live with some guilt about it.

J. JACKSON: I know it weighs on him. But I don't want Cole to feel guilty about it. It's not Cole's fault I'm here. I'll tell you, if I'm going to bring a child into this world then it's my duty to make sure he's got the best chance there is. And if he's sick like mine was I'm a sorry son-of-a-bitch if I wouldn't give my life to save his.

WASHINGTON: Thank you, Joe and Yvonne, for sharing your story. I keep thinking that if my kids were in trouble I might have a cell right next to Joe. If you're wondering, Joe may be a candidate for a special presidential pardon given to nonviolent drug offenders with clean prison records. We wish you the best, Joe. To learn more about Joe and his family's story check out reporter Malcolm Garcia's article at geurnicamag.com, we'll have a link as well at snapjudgment.org. That story was produced by Nancy Lopez with sound design by Renzo Gorrio.

Now when SNAP JUDGMENT returns, you don't need shoes to crash a plane. And sometimes nature is not your friend. When SNAP JUDGMENT'S Desperate Measures Episode continues. Stay Tuned.

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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Laughter

Dad used to tell this story about my mom.  They went to get ice cream and mom tried to pass some sort of slushie through the window.  When it wouldn't fit, mom simply turned it sideways at which time the lid came off and the content spilled down the inside of the door. 

The story always made people laugh, at my moms expense.  Yet any time the story was told, my mother laughs hysterically, right along with everyone.  And that's the woman I call mom.  Seldom offended and quick to laugh, even if at herself. 

I was currently locked in the box for 45 days.  When I come to confinement I have my loved ones send me paper, envelopes and some crossword puzzles.  I don't ask for Sudoku because I don't get how to do them.

After being in the box that first week my packet showed up.  I smiled, then opened it.  Enclosed were the envelopes and stamps I needed, along with a pile of Sudoku puzzles.  Well, I used that paper and envelopes to write home to my lady and remind her it was CROSSWORDS I love to do.....

A few more days pass waiting on the pony express and the next packet arrives. I eagerly open it to find even more Sudokus.  Somewhat frustrated I none-the-less sit down and decide "screw it"....I will figure these things out.  The directions state:

1.  Each horizontal row shown in pink contains each digit exactly once.
2.  Each vertical column shown in yellow contains each digit exactly once.
3.  Each sub-grid or region shown in green contains each digit exactly once. 

Well, I think.  It's color coded so this shouldn't be that hard to figure out.  Some nice, easy, simple directions.  The only problem is that my sweet lady printed them off in black and white.  For some reason I suddenly pictured a slushie sliding down the inside of a window.  What we have here is a classic in the making.

And, it is the little things like this that keep me sane.  At the end of the day, even better than a Sudoku puzzle is real laughter.  Thank you so my lady and my mom for the best gift of all!  :)

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A Visit with J.J. from The MOM


Visiting a prison is an experience; count yourself blessed if you have never done so.  For…if you have…it is likely because someone very dear to you is there. That makes it difficult, to say the least.  I try to visit my son twice a year, but sometimes it is longer than that between visits.  I was fortunate to be able to see him recently for a weekend and wanted to share what it was like.

Visiting hours at his prison are from 9 AM to 3 PM on Saturday and Sunday.  I arrived the day before and secured lodging.  Visitors are taken on a first come first served basis.  The people start lining up just off prison property before 6 AM.  I got there at 6:30 AM and was the 11th car in line.  Cars continued to arrive and a long caravan was formed.  At 7:30 AM the cars began to enter the complex and find parking. 

There is a covered area with benches on each side with seating for about 40 people.  Within fifteen minutes all the seats were taken and there were at least an additional 40 people standing around.

Let me backtrack for a moment and mention all the rules involved in entering a prison.  There is a dress code that you can read online.  The purpose is to not dress in any manner that would cause the inmates to “struggle”.  That means the rules primarily apply to women.  When I dressed that day I put great thought into my attire so that I would not be refused entry.  Now, I’m an elderly woman so modesty is natural for me; I was dressed extremely modest.  However, I wanted my son to know that I consider it a privilege to visit with him so I was dressed nicely.  Kind of “business professional”.

At 8:30 AM an officer comes to the gate and yells, “first five”.  The first five people in line go inside.  You have to go through a metal detector, empty your pockets, take off jewelry, kind of like security at the airport.  It takes 10 to 20 minutes for each group of five to go through the initial security.  You have to show ID and punch in a number that you were given the first time you visited and then press your hand print into a machine.  This generates a computer print out with a photo of you and the inmate you have been approved to visit.

I was in the second group of five.  As soon as I entered the first room to go through initial security the guard said I could not come in wearing what I had on.  The objection was to the shirt and sweater I was wearing.  The sweater was extremely light weight and you could see my arms through it.  Now, understand, you can wear very short sleeved stuff, as long as there is a cap sleeve it is approved.  But apparently seeing an arm through a loosely crocheted sweater is too sexy!  The officer told me there was a Dollar General some miles away where I could purchase something appropriate.

I left the entrance and returned to the area where the other visitors were waiting on the benches.  I was crushed.  I rarely get to visit my son and now I will lose at least an hour while driving to buy something else to wear.  When I got outside people asked me what happened.  I was almost in tears and explained my blouse and sweater were not approved.  Now my car was parked some distance away and the thought came to me….I just asked to the group, “Does anyone have a shirt I could borrow?”

One lady jumped up from the bench and said she had something in her car that would probably work.  We both ran out to the parking lot and she pulled out a long sleeved white t-shirt.  I was worried because white is almost always rejected as the prison feels that you can see a bra strap or something through white so I continued to be anxious.  I put it on (sitting in the car in the parking lot).  I was worried they would not approve this so I took my crocheted sweater and put it on top of the long sleeved shirt. 

The others waiting were kind enough to allow me in with the next five people.  The officer looked at me and said, “I told you that you cannot wear that sweater because you can see through it.”  I was stunned….what you could see were the sleeves of the shirt!  I asked him if the shirt was alright and he said yes but the sweater had to go.  I stepped outside and the group waiting groaned in unison.  I explained that I couldn’t wear the sweater.  One woman reached for it; I took it off and tossed it to her.  (I would have lost ten minutes more taking it to my car.)  I hurried back inside again as I did not have to go out the gate this time.  The officer said, “What did you do with it?”  I said I gave it to a person waiting.  He said, “You have to get rid of it, it is contraband.”

By this time I am ready to collapse with anxiety.  All I want to do is have this day with my son.  I am not a rule breaker and try very hard to do what is right.  I exited the building again.  I took the sweater from the woman and threw it in the garbage outside the building.  When I entered the building again the officer asked me what I did with it and I told him I threw it away.  Now he is really upset!  He said, “I told you that is contraband”.  “You left it where an inmate could get it when he empties the garbage!”  “Take it to your car.”

Now I am crying.  I left yet again and opened the garbage (which is outside the prison by the way), took my sweater to my car and returned.  Again the group waiting were kind enough to let me go in with the next group.  My heart was pounding and it was all I could do not to cry.  All I could think about was having driven over 1300 miles to visit with my son and every minute of this foolishness is subtracted from my time with him.

I made it through initial security.  Then you meet with another officer who writes down what jewelry you are wearing and glasses you have with you.  Then you go to a private room to be “frisked” by a female guard.  There were 3 other woman in this room with me.  Of course they had all seen what I had gone through.  One lovely woman looked at me and began to pray that Jesus would give me peace and that I would have an amazing visit with my son. 

And I did have an amazing visit!  To hug him and be hugged back!  To plan for the future and give thanks for today!  Michael went to the lady who gave me the shirt and thanked her.  Later he went to the woman who prayed with me and thanked her.

The visiting park began to fill up.  At about 11:30 AM the guards began to call off the names of the first visitors who arrived and they had to leave to make room for others who were waiting outside!  Over 15 visitors had to leave before noon that day.  If I had gotten in with the first 3 groups I would have been ordered to leave early as well.  Someone was watching out over me that day!  God knew how much that visit meant to both me and my son and He allowed us to have that day and the next together.

I don’t know the two ladies who assisted me or if they will ever read this.  But I do pray blessings on them and their loved ones.  The world, even the prison world, is full of remarkable people.

The MOM 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Lines

Shits crazy.  Dude asked me the other day how long I've been making art.  I told him only a couple of years.  He asked me what I did before that. 

Before that I was leveling dirt piles with a front-end loader and smoking crack.  The only art I drew were lines across a mirror, then I snorted them.  I still draw lines, just a very different type.  Sure, there's the art, but I draw many lines.  I draw line between me and people I don't like.  There's a nice thick line between me and drugs and the lines just as thick between me and my ex-wife. 

I live in a place full of worthless people.  I'm in the bottom of a septic tank of stink.  It would probably blow my mind had I not been surrounded by much the same even before prison.  Watching people melt dope in a spoon, then pull it into a needle.  Find a vein and plunge themselves into bliss.  If that's what you call it.  A world where your children and the people who truly love you no longer exist.  I sit in a life behind bars and somehow manage to make myself better.  I feel for those who are still chasing an escape from a life they feel has betrayed them.  Mr. T use to say "I pity the fool."  I was once that fool.

Today, I live, eat and sleep around people who spend every cent their hard-working families send to them on drugs.   The prison system is full of that K-2 synthetic marijuana stuff.  It's a chemical mixed up in sprayers and then sprayed over a mixture of herbs or parsley.  Once dried, it's then rolled up and smoked like weed.  Except it's far from a natural high.  You're inhaling a chemical that smells like burning tires.  This is a newly designed drug that fucks people up and nobody know the long-term effects of yet.  Like the idiots they are, these guys line up and smoke it up.  Addicts on the street come to prison and live the same way here.  Their families have no idea their loved one spends all their money on dope.  They think their loved one is treating himself to a hot sandwich or a cold ice cream.  Instead, that 50 bucks Johnny gets is paid to the dope man.  When that money runs out, old Johnny then begins to rob others to support this habit. 

So a guy doing time has to watch his back for guys like Johnny.  He's either trying to take your shit, or he's high and unpredictable.  He may just punch you in your shit.  That's the life I navigate each day.

Today, I draw a lot of lines.  Some are drawn on papers and let me express myself in the form of art.  Other lines have been drawn separating me from people in my past who held me back.  I make decisions and walk a line between good and bad.  When in Rome, do as the Romans do.  Still, I don't want to act like the guys I live with, so there are lines to draw here. 

When I'm released from prison, I will have given them 10 years of my life.   A lot of shit happens in 10 years.  I grew up here.  I got free from drugs here.  My daughter came back into my life here.  I reconnected with my childhood friend here, who now helps me do this project and my time.  I picked up a talent here and it's my art that will support my family when I come home. 

Life is what you choose to make of it.  This place don't own me, I run this shit. 

  

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Rust Bucket

The fair just came to town.  Bringing with it the drunk and drugged carnies shouting taunts to passerbys.  "Step right up and throw this 8 inch basketball through this 6 inch hoop."  If you could actually do that you wouldn't be a the fair trying to win a pink teddy bear and a gold fish.  Your name would be David Blane and you would have your own TV series.   

Ironically the fair came to Grand Rapids, Michigan.  Can someone make an ice ball and hit that jackass carnie in the face?  That would no doubt be easier than tossing a ring in to the top of a fishbowl that's half a mile away.  All the while your trying to concentrate the carnie is talking shit to you. 

When I heard the fair was in town I was surprised.  There's still icicles hanging on the power lines.  Perhaps the fair coming to town spells HOPE the residents of Michigan. 

God sent a dove with a branch to Noah to let him know land was near.  Then he gave a rainbow to show he would never again flood the earth.  Now we have earthquakes and landslides instead.  Still, these iconic messages have spelled out hope for a brighter day.  If you throw your dog a bone, then I guess you throw Michigan a fair.  Seems like a sick joke to me.

I told a friend the other day my relationship with my lady was build Ford tough...my friend lives in Michigan where the salt on the roads has ate half the rear fender and the bottoms off all four doors.

So immediately after I made that statement to him I had to point out I was referring to a Ford truck from Florida.

As my lady read this she will no doubt be preparing to question why she's been referred to as a Ford pickup.  A good truck boils down to the rear end and the towing package.  I want a 4X4 that can get the job done.

I believe the life expectancy of the long-distance relationship is probably comparable to the time it will take me to orgasm after 10 years without sex.  Still, my lady and I keep truckin' along.  She's probably happy with the arrangement.  I get to tell her nice things, listen to all she has to say and be moral support.  All without me poking her in the butt with morning wood, trying to get a quickie and kissing on her with morning breath.  I in turn know I have a shiny new Ford parked in the storage waiting for me to drive.  Come on baby, you did know that was part of the deal...."didn't you?!?"

We live in a world where relationships fail every day.  With that in mind, I would like to salute all those women who faithfully stand by your man.  "To have and to hold until death do us part."  Some of us don't have that luxary.  Hold your partner a little closer if you do. 

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Keeping it Real with Rabbi

It's funny that in life you can run into so many that claim to "keep it real" but it's usually just that...a claim.  Nothing more.  Words that vanish into thin air as soon as they leave the lips.  Then....a diamond in the rough.  Someone you never thought of surprises you by keeping it real.

Let me share with you a story that need to be told.  A story of recognition, love, trust and undying loyalty.

Live can be difficult enough being a Jew, but event more so when you are an incarcerated one...like me.   See, being a Jew (a "practicing" Jew) is hard work in prison.  Lots of institutional rules and regulations have to be followed.  So, of course, one stands out like a sore thumb (that's me!).  Anyhow, eating kosher in prison is not the easiest thing to accomplish.  Especially in Florida.  So it's extremal sensitive during the High Holidays: Purim, Passover, Shavuot, Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, Chanukah.  These are just to name a few where special needs and foods are required.  It can be frustrating and, at times, be a real juggling act considering how many people we must depend on to "keep it real". 

A month before Passover we (the 8 or so Jews) are in a mad dash to have all necessary items for the first Seder (meal) of Passover...how do we accomplish this feat?  Well, first we must receive permission/approval from the Chaplin.  Then the Warden.  And then, it's our (Jewish Community) responsibility to find someone to donate the foods along with someone who will donate their time.  Finding someone to donate their time can be the hardest part.  This person needs to be willing to use their time to deliver donated items on a specific day or risk having it being rejected.  That is a major headache and very stressful for whomever this falls on.

The shlepping (driving around) this year happens to be my girl, Jennifer (pictured below with me).


As Rabbi, I speak with the weight and voice of the whole Jewish Community when I say...."THANK YOU!"  Thank you for all that you do for me and all of my brothers.  You honor me, Jennifer, and I appreciate you more than words can ever describe on paper.  Through all this, baby girl, you still find the time to doll yourself up and come see my sorry ass every weekend.  There is something to be said about that. 

Do you have a diamond in the rough?  If so, pick up that pen, or phone, or mouse and you keep it real for a change.

~ The Rabbi ~ 

P.S. Today's Mitzvot: "A Psalm" in Hebrew means "To Remind".  So, remind the ones who stand by your side how much they mean to you!  

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Hooligan Art

It's been some time since I drew a piece I feel is truly a gem.  A piece that clearly exhibits my talent.  Showcases my ability as an artist.  There are times I draw another person's vision.  draw just to flex my talent and keep my hand limber and my eye up to par. 

What makes my art is the shading and how it's placed in contrasts around the lines that are my sketch.  Here is a piece I became involved with.  It became a real gem.  At some point the simple lines began to speak to me and there was icing put on the cake.

The more art you create, the faster the finished picture declares itself in the artists' mind.  I draw a lot to keep my minds' eye keen to see shading that makes great art.  I see this to be one of my most passionate pieces.  This is the type of thing I love to draw.

I would have this airbrushed on the saddle bag of my motorcycle.  The piece screams bad-ass but in an everyday way rather in a mean, nasty kind of way.

One day my shop will be open in Michigan.  A shop that will be bad-ass just like this art.  Different than all the others.  And I can't wait to give people bad-ass, lasting images.  Keep your eye out for the Tattoo'd Hooligan! 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Goodbye

This blog was created by sister Ester.  She opened it so her and I could stay in touch.  Three years later and the time flew.  Time for me to once again find something to carry me through these next three years and bring me home.  Thank you for your love and support.  This will close the Judicious Jailbird blog. 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Concrete Jungle

I've been reading a  lot about the TV series Orange Is The New Black


Entertainment Magazine has raved about it.  Then my sister began watching it.  Brooke (the typist) has followed the show as well.  It sounds like they give an accurate account of life behind bars.

There's always violence.  People click up together.  Whether it's actual "gang activity" or rather just a group of Spanish dudes, or black dudes, or white dudes.  Sometimes guys click together that are from the same town.  They refer to each other as the home team. 

Not all of these groups are bad.  The Spanish click gets together and play soccer.  The black click gets together and robs people.  And the white click get together and get high.  Sure, you can say that I'm stereotyping, but this is not an opinion.....it is how about 90% of the guys get together and what they do.  There will always be variables.  Prison is a melting pot of a large group of people. 

I understand that Orange Is The New Black follows a woman's journey from street life to prison life.  You take a journey as you get to know her and see her live life as a prisoner. 

Prison will change you.  In many ways it's helped me.  I don't use drugs, I don't like them and I have direction in my life.  In the same token, I used to be a non-violent guy who just wanted to be high.  Prison caused me to change that about myself.  Now, I'm sober and when pushed have to remind myself not to push back.   

You have to remember fights here don't have referees to call the fight.  When you fight here one guys fighting to kill the other and the other is fighting to survive.  This whole world is concrete and steel.  Before long one guy is straddling the other while he smashes his head over and over again into the floor.  Sometimes one guy is completely unconsciousness and is still being beat on.  There are no rules.  Not just that, but prison makes ordinary men into killers.

One person sees blood and it causes a gag reflex.  To others it causes a frenzy and awakens an inner rage that is uncontrollable.  One man might hit the other in the nose and he sees his own blood and he decides to stop.  The thing he thought was real important is all of a sudden not such a big deal.  Then you hit another man in the mouth and he licks his lip, tastes the blood and smiles.  Now he's ready to get down to business. 

When faced with a confrontation in prison, you have about three seconds to decide if it's important enough to put your life on the line for it.  Do you believe in it enough that you would die for it?  Because the other person just might. 

There are times when one man wins.  But later that night the loser comes back and stabs him in his sleep.  That's one reason when you decide to fight you, you fight until either the cops come and you go the confinement, or you fight until someone is headed to medical.  That way you are separated and don't have to sweat the other dude killing you in your sleep.

I think it is important that the free world understands life in here.  You think of Afghanistan and Pakistan as war zones and hostile environments.  You have a battle zone in a location near you.  That prison down the road from you had brutal fights, stabbings, rapes and murders.  They will conceal it all on that side of their fence.  You and the general public will never know about it.  They will lie and cover it up as an accident.

Prison is it's own world behind these fences.  I think it's good there are shows that depict what really goes on back here.  We call it the concrete jungle and that just about sums it up.  




Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Rocking in the Free World

"Keep on rocking in the free world..."that's what Neil Young advises and it makes me smile every time I hear it.  The first time I heard that song I was a teen in high school, attending Roscommon High and I thought I was rocking back then.  Today I'm 35 and I'm rockin' for real.  Even behind rows are razor-wire and a world away from the definition of a "free world".  

During my first year of incarceration I had a hard time.  Each day beat me down and kicked my ass.  My head was still on the streets and refusing to accept the idea my life was going to change drastically.  Over the last six years I have accepted where I am and what I have to do here.  I'm paying a debt back to society so that once I walk out of here I owe no man anything.

The day I walk out of here, I will truly be rocking in the free world.  I came to prison a 27-year old dude who didn't know too much.  I'll walk out of here a 40-year old who know a few things.  The biggest being freedom is priceless.

My future plans are to stay a little closer to home.  Keep my loved ones a little closer and steer clear of the strip club.  I think I'll be spending more time chillin' on a dirt road and less time in a bar.  Barbeques and bonfires and acoustic guitars....that's me all day.  That wasn't me at 27.  A lot has changed since then.

My dad just came to visit me.  I look at him and wonder if I'll be just like him.  No, I'll be even better.  I had to lose it all to gain the world.  I let this situation make me better. 

Love like there is no tomorrow.  Life gives us no promises other than we will one day die.  The man with the most toys shall not win.  The man with the best memories will.  


Sunday, March 2, 2014

Ancient Proverb



"If you wish your merit to be known, acknowledge that of other people."
~ Anciet Proverb ~




Saturday, February 22, 2014

Beer, Beaches & Root Canals

Just over a year ago I wrote about the trip I took to go get X-rays on my teeth in preparation for a root canal surgery.  I guess there was plenty of preparation needed as it took them just over a full year to perform the repair.  They had told me a year before that I would need a root canal.  The alternative would be extraction.  I'm just now 35 and I really don't want half my teeth missing when I come home.  Call me vain if you like, but I'm quite proud of my smile and besides I'm a big fan of steak and prime rib.  I don't want to be gumming them when I finally get to sit down to a T-bone and a cold Bud Light. 

As stated earlier this was a repeat of the road trip I took over a year ago.  Shackles, strip search, a trip in a van with security officers and finally to the surgery.

You have to think, if your tooth give you a problem, you call, make an appointment and get results.  I began to feel as if they were trying to corral me into pulling it.

At last the surgery was performed and I felt a wave of happiness.  I shook the doctors hand and told him thank you.  I brush and floss after each meal.  I am a health conscience person and knowing I have some funk in my mouth was unsettling at the least.  I truly feel repaired.  Not to mention, I just had a $2500 surgery on you.  Well, you're the taxpayer here.

I paid a $5 co-pay.  I feel like a million bucks.  So, I wanted to tell you thank you! You helped pay for my surgery and I'm one happy dude.  I would like to point out I have been paying taxes through employment since I was 15 years old.  Truly I don't feel bad about finally taking advantage of a benefit.  Still, I'm real blessed to have this thing done.

My countdown continues.  Six year here in prison.  Only four left.  And really, I'm just under that.  Time is rolling past.  I remember having those perfect days in the free world.  The sun shining, you're on a beach soaking up the sun, the seagulls are flying overhead and the waves gently come ashore.  You sit there and wish time could stand still.  Well.....right now I pray them Godspeed.   

May the days pass quickly and bring the day that I will once again pray for time to stand still.


Saturday, February 15, 2014

Prison Art: Helping Many Inmates Better Themselves

This is exactly what we've been saying!  As a community we should all want men and women to "come out better people".  Art plays a massive role in how J.J. does his time in a positive and productive way.   

The other day J.J. received a letter from his good friend Norm.  (You have heard of Norm before!)  Norm always arrives with positive and encouraging words along with stories of great things happening on this side of the fence.  This letter was no exception.  Norm shared a story from the  Ionia Sentinel-Standard: "PRISON ART: We want them to come out better people."

Here at the Judicious Jailbird, we believe in just that.  Encouraging inmates to stay connected to family and friends, the power of art and sharing stories......all to help men and women to come out better people.

Here is the latest piece of prison art from J.J.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Dear Jenn

Jennifer....without you there is no me.
Happy Valentine's Day, baby girl!
Love ya!

Valentine's

It's been said that behind every good man is a great woman.

Looking back over my life that seems very true.  As a boy your mom showers you, dresses you, makes your lunch and makes you brush your teeth.  Some years later other women come along and take their place in your life.  I smoked three packs a day before prison.  Once in prison, I then smoked a box of TOP hand-rolled, non-filters a day.  One day I had enough and decided to quit.  That lasted a week and I was smoking again.

I had to come from a different angle, so I thought of my daughter.  She will be 20 when I get out.  I want to set a good example and I also want to enjoy a long life with her and all the people I love.  With that in mind, I quit on her birthday.  August, 2010.

I took that promise serious and have not had a smoke since. 

Now, I enjoy visits from the woman who rocks my world.  I don't need someone to tell me to shower and brush my teeth.  But I do like it when this special little lady tells m she loves me and that I complete her.

When you think about it, there is no physical contact in a relationship over a fence.  What you have is much deeper.  Our minds work together.  Our souls and hearts grow together because that's what we have.  Men tend to come at these things from a physical angle and that was me at one time.  This is the first time I truly made my lady my best friend.  Learned to appreciate her for the wonderful person she is and took the time to learn to love and enjoy everything she has to offer.  If more men would take the time to do just this, the rate of failed relationships would change drastically.

I'm currently in the best relationship I have ever had.  It's based solely on a friendship and love I have for a woman who loves me for me.

When you can communicate your deepest feelings of love, hurt, anger, disappointment and shame over a fence and to someone hundreds of miles away you have reached another level of your relationship.

All my life I have looked out for me.  Dealing people the hand that suited me best.  These days I'm living life and doing time so I can come home and rest my head on my lady's pillow.

They open the gate and I walk into a visiting area and my lady stands.  I walk to her and put my arms around her.  The world stops.  I'm 15 again and it's just the two of us.  Nothing else exists.  I smile.  I have the great woman who when she stands beside me, makes me a great man.  Happy Valentine's Day, my lady.  Forever and a night, your man

  

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Freedom Music

I won't be going to AA this week.  For a minute I thought about it, but then decided to stay home and play chess.  Chess motivates my mind.  I am strategizing to outsmart my opponent.  None of these things are on the mind of someone who is high or an addict. 

Seems like every time I go to class, I end up sitting in a circle with a bunch of dudes scared to death of drugs and alcohol.  All they talk about is this fear and never really move to any solution other than come back to class.  Once you quit class you'll relapse and begin using again.  I haven't been to class in nearly six weeks and I'm playing one hell of a game to chess.  Not to mention I now teach guitar to a group of eight prisoners who are learning to play an instrument for the first time in their life.  We sit around and laugh, learn and find peace in music.

Now that's being rehabilitated.  We don't talk about drugs and fears in music class.  We overcome all the negativity by not focusing on it, but rather putting our focus on freedom through music.  For this very reason the music program has been titled The Freedom Music Program.  The beauty of this project is not just the music for me, but the chance to truly change my life.  To walk away with a sense of accomplishment after I have taught someone how to free their mind.  What I found is a different way to change my life and rehabilitate myself. 

When I see these men pick up their guitar, I see a smile stretch across their face as well.  I'm reminded of the first time I sat in the music program and picked up a guitar and made music.  Most prisons do not offer a music program.  I spend five years in Department of Corrections before I made it to this prison where they have music.  Even then, they nearly closed the program just a few months ago.  What a blessing that God had different plans. 

The recidivism numbers are what they are because Florida prisons have removed most of their programs designed to help inmates.  You can teach a man to build a cabinet, repair an A.C. unit and treat waste-water.....but if he still has anger issues and institutional mental setbacks, he'll probably re-offend and be sent back.  Look at the percentage of recidivism. 

Now put a little music in that man's life...let him find some peace while he's out there struggling at his 9 to 5 and see how that mix works.  I mean why not try something new?  What they're doing now isn't working out. During the six some year I've been incarcerated, I can't count how many people I have seen leave and go home.  Only to come back a year later. 

I don't want to be that guy.  Right now I'm finding a reward by teaching music.  I'm finding peace through giving my knowledge of music to another man and helping him find his very own peace.  It truly is better to give than to receive.  I believe in music and given a chance I believe music will prove itself valuable to the rehabilitation of prisoners.  I know what it's done for me.

  

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Better Man

Who cares if the glass is half empty or half full....drink it up!  Hello to 2014.  Hello to life.  One year less here in this prison. 

Everyone looks back, the year-in-review and takes some sort of tally.  When I look back over my 2013, I'm seeing some wonderful stuff that took place.  My institution locked me up for the Jailbird blog.  I was quickly released and changed housing to a better dorm than I was prior.  So that worked out nice.  Next, they tried to pass a revision to the rule book, or Chapter 33 as they call it.  The rule proposal would make inmates directly or indirectly involved with media such as e-mail, blogs or Facebook a violation.  Both the ACLU and the Florida Civil Liberties board came to our defense and made Tallahassee terminate this proposed rule change.  Since it is unconstitutional and even prisoners have rights to free speech.  Even through blogs and Facebook.  Another big victory for the men in blue.

I have noticed personal changes.  My ability to roll with things and see the good, even in really shitty people.  Perhaps your glass truly is completely empty.  I still try to see something in there.  May not be much, but thank God for happy hour!!  Drinks are on me!

I look at my mother.  The absolute peace she has.  I want to know that peace.  She raised me telling me it's the peace of God.  His peace passes all understanding.  There are many things I don't fully understand, yet I still find peace in that.  So perhaps I too have found His peace.  

I spoke to an officer the other day.  After we spoke for a few moments he asked if I was a Godly man.  I don't think anyone has ever asked me such a question, and definitely not in my current situation.  My reply to him was that I am a man always seeking to be better.  I saw a sincere smile stretch across the officers entire face.  For a moment we were just two men having an in-depth conversation.  I walked away impacted by our conversation and looking back I believe he did too.

That's how I closed out my 2013.  I'm not a man for new year resolutions.....rather if my life needs to change, I'm going to do it today.  Resolutions are like saying "sure, I know the car needs new tires and a brake job, but let's wait until January 1st to do it!!"  It's just silly people.

If you consider the resolution, it's obviously something you truly need.  But!!  If your going to wait until net year to do it?  Chances are you'll never get around to it.  I'm able to look back over my past year and see accomplished resolutions because I handled that shit the very day I felt I needed to change.  And that's how I can look at my sergeant and mean it when I say...."I'm a man seeking to be better."

You may not agree with me and see things the way I do, but if you stick around long enough I'll give you something to think about.  If nothing more, be blessed at least that one prisoner truly is trying to be released as a productive member of society. 


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Foolin' Around

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me....a pep talk and the 10 commandments.  I've overheard women plenty of times discussing how after their marriage their man changed.  The other percentage of women thought they would change their man.

Check out the stats on divorce and you'll know how that's been working out.

I just figure the best approach is honesty.  Throw it all out there right up front.  Then make sure both parties agree.  So I've been doing just that with my lady.  And she's been countering...I'm not sure there's much give and take when it come to her.  I have pitched my tent for most of my life in the "grey area".....my lady took my tent down and put it up someplace else.


I'm still trying to find it.  Or is that the tent over yonder with a welcome mat and pink lace curtains? 


How do you women do that anyways?  Before long, your hair tie is on the car shifter and there's a box of Tampax under the sink.

You ladies mark your territory better than Fido and he's cocked his leg on every mailbox in sight.  You smile at us and say we're cute even when you know we're pissed and ready to kill.  You change the radio station and adjust the seat and mirrors to fit you.  In the present circumstance my lady asks me to wake up early on my day off and stand in the phone line to tell you good morning.

And the funny thing is, I do it.  For most of my life my momma tried and tried to save me.  God bless her for the heart and the will to never give up.  She blessed me with the same will and I've been raisin' hell for many years.

Now, I'm standing in a phone line on a Saturday at 7:30 a.m.  My lady, my mother and my daughter have somehow managed to finally reach me.  I've seen plenty of married men slip and stray from their family.  I pity the fool who thinks a bachelor pad is heaven on earth.

You can't replace a home-cooked meal, a clean house and a pussy beside you every night.  I know....you were really getting into this mushy stuff and had a big smile.  Just remember there will always be a set of nuts between these legs.  My lady may wear the pants, but I still have these nuts.

Now where the hell is my tent?