Prison Stargate

A number of years ago I was on a panel. Jan Agostaro, a fellow poet, was also on this panel. We were doing a poetry reading of poems from prison when the subject of Reentry came up. Jan described the moment of Reentry like passing through the Stargate. Society at large, including policy makers and most Reentry service providers, do not realize that our total institutions are other worlds, that when people return to this world, especially after an extended period of time of imprisonment, they are returning and reentering a world dramatically different than the world they remember and the world they’ve become accustomed to and are leaving, and the world they’re reentering. Little wonder that our recidivism rate is so high. People go back through the Revolving a Door, the Prison Stargate.

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Juror B in the Zimmerman Trial

Juror B in the Zimmerman trial came out and said her heart said something different than the law and the verdict. Really? A standard charge in almost any criminal trial by a judge is: “As jurors you are solely judges of the facts. You must accept the Law as I hand it down to you.” Really? The jurors could have found Zimmerman guilty based on the facts. Even accepting sometimes the illogic of the Law, Jurors with courage have used jury nullification to do the right thing, despite the Law. Really.

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Reflections on Black Patriotism

I remember, in the summer of my life, when my blood boiled, as hot as the sun, with righteous indignation at American injustice. This, from a native son, a born and bred Brooklynite.

I remember, in my youth, questioning Black American patriotism. Despite slavery and Jim Crow and the Mass Incarceration of people of color – whether we call it the accident of birth or anything else – when you are born in America you are an American by birth. Of course, America has never lived up to her Ideals as far as Black people are concerned – thus the righteous indignation.

Uprooted from African soil, transplanted in the “Americas” – centuries have passed and notwithstanding African ancestry – when your “roots” are planted firmly in American soil, you are American, sometimes as American as they come.

Blacks have fought in every major American war, beginning with the War for Independence. Mostly through War, Blacks have sought to prove to White America that they, too, are as American as they come, willing to risk life and limb to defend America.

In the summer of my life, when I questioned Black American patriotism, and weighed in on the side of Black and White revolutionaries, I was doing something distinctly American. None other than Thomas Jefferson himself said: “Every generation needs a new revolution.”

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A Statue for the Unknown Slave Woman?

I was watching the news, and saw people at the Statue of Liberty, which was reopened today, the Fourth of July. Many people commented on this statue as a symbol of freedom. And it made me think of that other passage to America, the Middle Passage, the antithesis of freedom — slavery. And I wanted to share this poem I wrote, “Statue for the Unknown Slave Woman?,” which will appear in my next collection of poetry, “The Black Feminine Mystique”:

Her broad hips had launched a thousand slave ships.
On the transatlantic “trip” her fate was sealed;
She was repeatedly raped, bore slaves for an alien race.
On the auction block she stood protuberantly pregnant,
While White men gathered around her, rubbed her belly,
And then fiercely bid to own her fertile body.
America harbors the Statue of Liberty on Liberty Island,
A torch upraised in one of her hands, lighting the way,
For the tired, poor, huddled White masses yearning to be free.
Perhaps off the coast of the Carolinas, on Sullivan Island,
America should erect a statue, call it Lady Slavery,
For the stolen, shackled Black masses also yearning to be free.
Untold wealth had issued from Lady Slavery’s womb.
Why not a statue for this unknown woman, or a tomb?

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What I learned from my mother about tolerance…and appreciation

Growing up in Marcy Housing in Brooklyn, one of my neighbors was gay. Everyone in the building knew this. Everyone accepted this, because this is who he was. I won’t say that everyone in the projects accepted this, but most if not all the families in my building did. My mother was a friend of Charlie’s mother, and I recall going over to her apartment to borrow a cup of sugar. I recall Charlie sometimes being at our place. I can’t recall anyone ever voicing the word, but we all knew. Charlie had his ways, but he was essentially a good person. Parents would allow him to babysit because they knew that Charlie wouldn’t hurt a fly. They also intuitively knew the difference between a gay man and a pedophile. Because of this upbringing, later in life I didn’t understand the hatred and homophobia. This is yet one other thing I am grateful for that my mother taught me, not just tolerance, but appreciation for others and what we might call their differences.

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Superman and a Little Girl’s Imagination

I am walking down a busy Brooklyn Street when a little girl sees me and says, “Superman to the rescue!” I strike a pose and walk, not fly away. I am wearing a Superman tee shirt, and I feel Super. Children have a way of making us feel Super. They see clearly, their vision open to the possibilities of superheroes.

As I walk away I hope that that little girl, as she grows older, doesn’t become so jaded that Superman just becomes a man, and not a very good one.

There’s a lesson in this that women can relearn, if they can tap into that time when they were little girls and their imaginations were open to magic, saw miracles in everyday life, and saw infinite possibilities in the world around them.

Feeling Super is a great feeling. Wearing a Superman tee shirt, given to you by your fiancée, who sees the Super Man in you — we’ll, it makes me believe that I can fly…

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Fathers’ Day

Fathers’ Day is tomorrow. Nowhere near as many cards, gifts and flowers will go to fathers as Mothers’ Day . In fact, Fathers’ Day, after Mothers’ Day, is anticlimactic. Nonetheless, fathers are important in any equation when we talk about children, that is, children being brought into this world.

Today I attended a conference, Urban Impact, highlighting the importance of fathers in the lives of their children, how in their absence the quality of life of their children suffers. I participated on a panel discussion, looking at fatherhood and mentoring.

I facilitated this exercise, in which I asked the men to do three things: 1) to list characteristics or traits of the “ideal father”; 2) to list characteristics or traits of their fathers; and 3) to list characteristics or traits of themselves as fathers. This exercise almost always reveals that most fathers fall far short of being ideal fathers, and that men, for the most part, become their fathers, both positively as well as negatively. Depending on the population, one can see more positive than negative, or vice versa. (Many men in attendance were living in homeless shelters.)

The event was positive. In any event, after such, it is about action, about next steps.

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Reentry is an Odyssey

The Odyssey, the epic poem by Homer and the second oldest extant work of Western literature, is a reentry story. It is a story about returning, of trying to get home, of how hard it is to return, of how hard it is to get home.

Odysseus, the hero of the Odyssey, is away from home for twenty years. After leaving for war, to fight in the Trojan War, which lasted ten years, it took Odysseus another ten years after the end of the war to finally make it home. For seven of those ten years he was held in captivity on the island of Ogygia.

In many languages, including English, the word odyssey has come to refer to an epic voyage.

Some individuals who have spent time in prison and jail have described their imprisonment as an odyssey. Of course, we do not think of people in prison and jail as heroes. Many of them, though, mothers and fathers, are their children’s heroes. What many of these individuals have in common with Odysseus is that they leave a minor child or children behind, and a wife or partner. Odysseus has a wife, Penelope, and a young son, Telemachus, whom he leaves behind when he sets out to war. Before he leaves, though, Odysseus places his friend, Mentor, in charge of his son.

Given the effect of mass incarceration and the separation of millions of children from their mothers and fathers, mentoring children of incarcerated parents has, unsurprisingly, become a big part of the reentry narrative in the last twenty years. Some mentoring training will even trace this very idea of mentoring to the Odyssey. This other part of the story, which is often lost, is what happens to the families left behind. When you look at the story of Odysseus, and how his family coped with his absence, you see a particular “family style” that you also see in families when a parent is imprisoned – in this case, the “family on hold,” that is, the family that patiently awaits the return of the family member at war or in captivity (imprisonment), where life practically stops for them. Penelope, Odysseus’ faithful wife, has one-hundred-and-eight suitors. They want her and her husband’s wealth. Still, she holds out, hoping that Odysseus, even after twenty years, will return home. There are countless women across the country like Penelope, faithfully waiting for their men to return from extended periods of imprisonment, for not only does the U.S. imprison more people than any other nation in the world, but it also confines them for longer periods of time than any other nation.

The Osborne Association, realizing the importance of family in the reentry narrative, pioneered a parenting curriculum in prison about thirty years ago. This parenting curriculum, under the FamilyWorks umbrella, is nationally recognized, and includes child-friendly Family Centers in prison and jail visiting rooms where mothers and fathers bond with their children; relationship and marriage education classes; family events, outreach to families, visiting opportunities and individual and family counseling. Additionally, Osborne launched the New York Initiative for Children of Incarcerated Parents in 2006 following the creation of the Children of Incarcerated Parents Bill of Rights by the San Francisco Children of Incarcerated Parents Partnership. (The Bill of Rights was developed with input from families affected by incarceration and from interviews with over thirty young people whose parents are or were incarcerated.)

The incarceration of individuals, of course, most often impacts families negatively. The other side of this coin, though, is how a supportive family positively impacts incarcerated individuals. The research shows that those who receive visits from family and friends while incarcerated have better outcomes than those who do not receive them. The research also shows that incarcerated people who are connected to their families during incarceration have better outcomes than their counterparts who are not connected to their families. Moreover, beyond having a supportive family, when incarcerated individuals have supportive families that believe in them, that is, families that believe that their incarcerated relative has changed and/or are making changes to improve themselves and not return to prison or jail, have even better outcomes than those simply with supportive families. Thus, families are critical to their relatives’ success when they return from prison and jail.

Mass incarceration and the reality that the overwhelming majority of incarcerated people will return to society, and hopefully to their families, has created the need for comprehensive reentry services.

The reentry literature has suggested the following improvements for “systematic preparation for release” from prisons and jails:

• Documentation for work and a photo ID
• Job assistance, including search tips and referrals to potential employers
• Help applying for Medicaid, which would be activated immediately upon release
• Mental health assessment and connections with clinics
• Connections to representatives from community-based programs, who might be able to meet individuals on the day they are released
• Help involving their families so they are prepared to provide the support their relative will need upon release. (Families would also have an opportunity to ask questions about their relatives’ parole requirements)
The Odyssey is a metaphor for life, a voyage of ups and downs, of challenges, sometimes involving captivity. On his way home, Odysseus, has to pass through a very treacherous strait, “Scylla and Charybdis” – oftentimes, a voyage fraught with dangers is the only way home. This part of the story has given us the phrase, “between a rock and a hard place.” This is the place that many people in prison and jail find themselves. They are looking for a way to successfully navigate from prison and jail back home, and it is our goal to help them along their journey.

This article was published in the Osborne Association’s Reentry Journal.

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Spring Cleaning and Other Discoveries

During the Spring Cleaning that I mentioned in another blog, I did not mention that I discovered something else: two manuscripts I wrote in my 20s, when I was aspiring to be a novelist. The first, “Streets of Rage,” is about the mean streets of Brooklyn, with the Marcy Projects, where I grew up, as one of the main characters. As I stated in a previous blog, I became politically conscious in 1968, at age 7, when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. That year, 1968, marks the death of the Civil Rights Era and the birth of the Black Power Movement. It also marks the modern “war on crime,” spearheaded by Richard Nixon, who was running for president. Nixon had declared that the Great Society was “lawless” and America needed some “law and order.” Nixon was specifically referring to the urban uprisings that sprang up across the country in the aftermath of the assassination of King. Additionally, with the war on crime, America set itself on its path of mass incarceration, which we would experience the full brunt of in the 1980s through the beginning of the 21st century. The second manuscript, “Return of the Prodigal,” deals with the back end of mass incarceration, that is, reentry. I sent to Holloway House and got some feedback. The publishers found the white woman KKK leader interesting and thought I should make her role more prominent. In any event, I relegated the manuscripts to a box, and forgot about them – well, not exactly forgot, but they were relegated to the corners of my mind – because I had moved on to other writing projects. I intuitively knew that trying my hand at novel writing was simply a way to sharpen my writing tools.

Over the next couple of years I wrote and published on crime and punishment in a number of magazines and papers, including the New York Times and Newsday. I wrote a number of one act plays and, of course, poetry. When I was doing a lot of writing on crime and punishment, I fancied myself an essayist. I would say I was an essayist at heart, someone who had tried his hand at novel writing and short stories.

I have won awards for nonfiction, playwriting, and of course poetry, and I know, in my heart of hearts, that I’m a poet at heart.

William Faulkner wrote, “I’m a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can’t, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.”

I seemed to do the exact opposite, starting with novels. Even Shakespeare wrote his poetry for his literary credentials, to prove that he wasn’t a hack.

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Mother’s Message on my sister’s Christening Day – January 4, 1959

To Jeanette:

I want to wish you on this your Christening Day all the happiness, prosperity, health, and wealth through your entire lifespan.  I also hope that you will continue to be as well behaved as you were today.

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