“The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.” – Milan Kundera
Everything is just business as usual, put one foot in front of the other and walk on down. I’m getting closer to the end of my bid every day, so close that I don’t even think it really clicks in my mind. Seems like just yesterday I got here and now it has been years but only feels like days. I was talking to my friend Ian on the phone telling him the hardest thing about being in prison; it ain’t the fighting or riots, it ain’t being away from your loved ones, it’s the fact that when you’re hungry there ain’t no way to get some food. Or at least that’s how I feel right now. When you’re hungry, really really hungry, and you got no food and you stuck in a concrete cell that is when the time really gets tough. You learn to conserve all food, nothing goes to waste cuz if you can keep you belly full that’s half the battle.
In prison news, word on the street is that we’re all getting moved again, this time back to California somewhere. Rumor has it the stated opened up more new prisons so they wanna send us back. I am at the point that nothing surprises me these days. It’s sad because it makes a fella feel like cattle, moved around and just a figure at the end of the day. You pull a string tight enough, eventually it will snap. Prisoners are no different, if you treat them like animals, can you be angry when they act as such? But that is the conundrum. You got the state treating us like shit, then when we push back they wanna cry about how we animals. It is a cycle that I see no resolution to anytime soon.
As Nelson Mandela said, you can tell more from a society not by how it treats it’s highest people but by how it treats its lowest.
It is like driving down the road and seeing a drunk driver swerving all over the road, you know he is going to crash. It’s just a matter of time but you are helpless to do anything to stop it. That is how this whole prison system is, it’s just so out of control and unsustainable in its current state, but you know that it's going to take a major wreck before any of it ever changes.
On a positive tip, myself and a friend of mine named Cowboy have for months been trying to get approval from the warden to start a music program where we can get instruments and teach people how to play as well as let inmates create their own groups and eventually put on shows. Just last week we finally got approval to start one. So now we just gotta get the equipment and get it going. I’m really happy about getting this started because if I can look back on this time knowing that I left something positive behind and helped raise the quality of life for my fellow man, that’s something to be proud of. I even told the warden that I’d like to be able to help with the music program after release. Help getting instruments to inmates and such. They say the best gift is the ability to give to others, or at least that is how I feel. I think that would be a nice legacy. When you’re old and someone asks you “what did you do in your life?”, I made life better for the people around me. That’s a good goal to work towards. Or as I said earlier, at least I think so.
Until next time, hold your thumbs high and always, always keep on Rich Rollin!
Your obedient servant – DART
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