Monday, 18 May 2009
Today I met a prisoner who returned to confinement in less than one year from the time he was released. He told me that he returned to prison on account of due to his not being able to find suitable employment. In prison, he said, he would enjoy three meals each day, a place to sleep, clothing, and peace of mind.
I read the papers and news magazines, so although I have not been free, I have an idea of the economic crisis through which so many Americans struggle. I’ve often thought that if unemployment approaches 10 percent for ordinary Americans, it must exceed 50 percent for those with a prison record.
I continue to write on the chapter for Professor Joan Petersilia’s book. She sent a message that the chapter pleased her, then offered me more space to elaborate on seven separate issues. This project makes me feel as if I am contributing to the world, and that is a big deal for me.
My life has, at times, felt alienated from society. Every day I’m trying to work my way closer. I can identify with that childhood story about the wooden puppet aspiring to become a boy. I have lived as a prisoner for so long that I cannot fully imagine myself living in the world. The time approaches, and the responsibility is mine to ensure I am ready.
Today I ran 10 miles, lifting my tally to 1,392 miles over the past 157 consecutive days.
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