Deep gratitude to our storytellers tonight. It was a privilege to hear your words, your lives & your dignity. – cary.
I watch. Minute by minute. Second by second. My son: stripped, beaten, killed.
No breath? No justice.
I read. I learn. “The way out is in one of those books.” I get out.
No attorneys? No friends? No justice.
I teach. I am banned from teaching. I am heartbroken. I keep teaching.
No teaching? No ideas? No justice.
I keep vigil. For my friend. Dying. Surrounded by community, care, love.
No humanity? No dignity? No justice.
I fall in love. The prison is hell. A monster. Yet it is my church: holy.
No collaboration? No community? No resistance. No restoration. No justice.
I see scars. Tears. Anger. I see more scars. Self-violence. Unbearable pain to erase unbearable pain.
No voice? No peace of mind? No sky? No relief. No justice.
I visit. They abuse my husband. They abuse me. We sue. They punish us both.
No freedom of speech? No litigation? No reform? No justice.
I am sitting in prison. I am sentenced to death. I am angry. My mother dies. My world shatters. I pick myself up.
No direction? No purpose? No advocacy? No justice.
I am a threat to the system itself. I am exiled. Solitary. Caged. Animal. Tortured.
No humanity? No reconcilliation? No love? No hope? No justice?
There would be no me.