I was watching locked up tonight and there was this one inmate who was being released and they kept messing with him like oh no you got another case and your not suppose to be leaving for another 8 weeks. He was talking so much shit to them I think he has been in prison for about 21 years or more. He was so mad he was telling them they can’t do this to him he has been keeping track he knows when he’s suppose to go home all that. So finally after another few weeks he gets released. As there driving him to the front gates he was like I’m never looking back and prison is full of followers there’s no leaders here anymore. He was laughing and smiling and as he walked out he said laughing they all betting I’ll be back. As if the jokes on them. Well he went to stay at a half way house somewhere real far away 2 days later he was back at the prison. He said he went into a Walmart and got so overwhelmed by all the choices and colors and stuff in the store he said he left.. He said when he was in prison you didn’t have 10 different rows of toothbrushes and 6 different colors to choose from so he went back to the half way house spent the night got up the next morning and made it to a store down the street from the prison by this time he is considered missing because he didn’t go back to the half way house that night. We’ll one of the officers that worked at the prison stopped at the store on his way to work and recognized him and took him back to the prison. So now he has to do another year for breaking parole. It was sad how your mind can be so accustomed to prison it scared him to just make decisions because he wasn’t use to even choosing his own toothbrush. It makes me think about you I’m not saying by any means this would be you I’m just saying it makes you realize how the simplest things to everyone out here can be very hard to someone who has been deprived of all the modern things and choices of today. It made me very sad to see these men go through learning the simplest of things of just having options of different items or new packaging of foods and not knowing how to open or use it or trying to figure out how to use the digital touch screen on the new washing machines.

Demond Jackson
As you can see my name is Demond Andrae Jackson. My comrades and Love one's call me D-jay. I'm the co-founder of Convicted Soap Box, and the MENSTOP!/GIRL...STOP! re-entry programs. I consider myself a literary artist, be it poetry, editorials, composition, music or screenplays "My pen...is my power and words are my weapons..."
I'm the son of an African American queen, born and raised in Los Angeles California, where I was groomed in its infectious gang culture. For the past decade and half, the federal Bureau of Prison has been a institution of self-education, self-evaluation and the reason I now possess knowledge of self. That being so, I now strive to expose the solution to the problems that our plaguing our communities, America's youth and this country as a whole. There's a saying: "There's nothing new up under the sun." Simply put, if there's one thing in this universe existence, that has seen all thing that mankind has done or not done, it is the sun. That means the moral dissension that taking place currently is nothing new. Historian have written about times where the moral fabric of a nation was so tattered where the only solution for change was war a destruction. This country was built and establish to be the nation it is today. By the disenfranchised, those who were being oppressed by the Queen and her fellow Aristocrats. Therefore if this country is to change once again for the better. It will begin and must begin with the actions and the voice of the disenfranchised i.e, America's minorities, poor and it's third class citizen the American Ex-felon. That being said I'm committed to "WRITING MY WRONGS..." and sewing seed of knowledge and truth that will blossom into peace, prosperity and positive change

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