June/July - Midnight Express Books
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June/July - Midnight Express Books
CORCORAN SUN June/July 2011 ISSN 2162-2779 (Print) ISSN 2162-2760 (Online) Issue 61 GANGS...TIME...TEARS...AND REASONS..... T O O U R R E A D E R S : "Bring in the Chickens" By Danny Simonian There was a poor farmer who lived with his wife in a small, oneroom shack. The wife's parents came to visit, and stayed... giving the man no peace. It was crowded, stuffy, and uncomfortable. Every day, the man would awaken to find his inlaws still there. There was a wise man in the village, and the farmer decided it was time to go to him for advice. After the farmer told his story to the wise man, he asked the farmer... It's easy to do wrong, and come to prison. There are no 'men' in prison, we are 'so-called' men. When we become a man, we learn to stay away from drugs and alcohol, and stay out of prison... pick up a lunch pail and go to work. When we learn to love others and to help others, then we will become a man. We have been doing wrong for so long that "wrong seems right." However, nothing will be right if it is wrong. It is not what happens to us that matters, it is how we react to it. Remember, much of our pain is self-chosen, and we have given up the power of choice. We need to stop finding fault and look in the mirror. Life seems to be hard, that's because we make it hard on ourselves. Please! Let's examine our thoughts and attitudes, "as you think, so shall you be." So, flush out all those tired old thoughts. Let your thoughts be of faith, love, and goodness. God can soften the hardest of gang member, if we let Him. "Do you have chickens?" "Yes." The farmer told him. "Take all the chickens and put them in the house." The farmer was confused, but did as the wise man told him. A few days later, he came back. "It's not working, they're still there!" He complained. The wise man thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have goats." MY STORY "I hate cops, I can't stand cops!" This was said by a 7 year old boy whose uncle had been killed by the police. His parents were already in jail (since he was five). His stepfather was serving a 20 year term in prison, and his mother a 7 year term; both for selling narcotics. He was afraid they would die in there and never come home to him. He was rotated from one place to another, along with his two small sisters for the next 8 years. His aunt was a sort of surrogate mother, and he worshipped his uncle. He remembered when his uncle found his mother, who had overdosed on heroin. He told the boy to wait in the next room. The youngster watched through a crack in the door as his uncle lifted his mother from the chair, carried her into the shower and turned it on full force. Then he began slapping her in the face and body, forcing her back to consciousness. Overdose is very common among drug users; the potency varies with different batches. "Yes." Answered the farmer. "Put the goats in the house also." The farmer complied, and in a few days, returned. "They're still there!" The wise man thought, then spoke. "Do you have pigs?" "Yes." "Bring them in the house with the chickens and goats." Frustrated, but willing to try anything, the man complied. In a few days he was back. "It's worse than ever! And, they're still there!" The wise man thought, then nodded. "Take the chickens, goats, and pigs and put them back out in the yard." The boy used to deliver jars of narcotics to neighbors. Later, he learned to run kilos of marijuana without being detected, wrapping them up like presents. When he was 13 his teacher gave the class a list of spelling words for them to learn. They were to be tested the next day. He had learned the words but had forgotten his pencil. If he did not have a pencil, he would not be allowed to take the test. Being brought up on the streets, he was very impulsive and had a bad temper. He lashed out at the teacher and struck her. When he was expelled from school he never went back. His education ceased in the sixth grade. The man complied and returned the next day. "Oh, thank you! It's so much better now! You really are a wise man!" Next time the lockdowns are too long, the food is too intolerable, your cellie is too smelly, or your girlfriend is too ugly, bring the chickens, goats and pigs in. (Paraphrased from "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramahanssa Yogananda) ( Continued on Page 7) 1 GOODBYE NATALIE Chapter Three Alan Rassmussen managed a living by digging through garbage cans, peeking in windows & following unfaithful spouses around. He'd thought that by becoming a private investigator it would mean an upgrade in lifestyle from the two bit hustler he used to be, but sometimes he wondered. He maintained a low rent Hollywood office & picked up occasional work from his office partner, the attorney Burl Barnes, although he hadn't made it in to the A-I Detective Agency for the past 6 months. He hadn't even met the new receptionist. Barnes said she a real looker and dependable. He hoped the latter was true because he'd entrusted her with some very valuable merchandise. $50.000.00 worth to be exact. He eyed the stack of crisp cash on the table in front of him and his mind raced with the possibilities of what the windfall profit might mean to his fledgling family. With Christmas fast approaching he'd agonized over the thought of disappointment on the faces of his kids when they'd run down the stairs on Christmas morning only to discover a hodgepodge of dollar store reject toys. With the money he could afford something special for his wife too, maybe once again see a light in her eyes after all these years of hardship. The fact that he was selling out one client for another was something he was going to have to square later. He wondered what the price would be for his greed. But with $50.000, he figured he could split the pie in half and still be Jake. Jake. An old time term for things turnin' out alright. Sitting in tall cotton. Ironic that Jake was also the name of the client he was screwing. Jake Barnes. The nephew of his office partner. His real name was John, but Burl and everybody always called him Jake cause things always seemed to work out for him. Jake had come to him a few months back and asked him to look after a sealed envelope for him. Just a 9x12" manila envelope. But Alan hadn't heard from him in weeks and he was certain he'd have agreed to the deal. He looked around the lavish Beverly Hills home that his most recent client owned. "Man, these actors got it made" He thought to himself, "Actor, ha. I ain't seen this has been in a movie in 10 years. He's selling out his tarnished fame for a payday on a weekly TV series." Another irony, he was playing a P.I. of some sort. Alan's attention drifted to the TV star's photo gallery on display. He focused on one striking picture of his deceased wife. Now, that was a movie star. Beautiful, talented. sexy...what a tragedy. Washed up dead near Catalina Island, boating accident. Alan scoffed, boating accident. Even a two bit P.I. could see there was more to that story than would ever see the light of day. But that wasn't his business. He nervously glanced at his watch as his new client entered the mahogany walled sitting room. "I really should be going, she'll be there soon."The client poured a drink, "Is she reliable?" Alan knew he meant discrete. "I was very clear in my instructions. Don't talk to anyone, don't look in the package, and don’t be followed." The client swirled his crystal glass. "And you're certain she'll follow those instructions to the letter?" Alan attempted a confident smile, "Absolutely!" He hoped he wasn't over-selling it, afterall, he was going on Burl Barnes’ word that the new girl could be counted on. The client seemed to be buying it though. Alan thought, so who's the real actor here'? "Go with him Jimmy, make sure everything's intact." Alan eyed the hired muscle. Thick shoulders, no neck. no smile, no soul. The description, bonecrusher, came to mind. He hoped the receptionist wouldn't be late. As Fallon Dawn Ilunter drove the twisting L.A. streets to the appointed meeting place, a barrage of thoughts flooded her imagination. She'd never met the A-1 Detector Agency boss, yet she had followed his instructions over the phone to the letter. Well, she reasoned, he knew where the key to the office was, and the location of the hidden safe & combination. She eyed herself in the rearview mirror. "Get a grip girl, you been reading too many mystery novels." Fallon Dawn shook it off. "This is a routine delivery. I'm the logical deliverer cos I was the only one in the office, not a big deal." The self consolations didn't completely settle her nerves. As she wound the final turn to the top of the road that lead to the Griffith Park Observatory, she recognized the building from an old James Dean movie. She wondered, who was that girl in Rebel Without a Cause? No time for daydreams now, there was only one other car in the parking lot and as she coasted to a stop a man stepped from it & crossed to hers. She cracked the window. The Price of Greed "Fallon Dawn?" He was an imposing figure. "That's me." The stranger eyed her, "You bring it?" Fallon Dawn hesitated. "How do I know who you are?" The stranger cracked a crooked smile & pulled a business card from his pocket. "I'm glad you're careful, anybody follow you? You talk to anyone?" The card read. Alan Rassmussen. A-I Detective Agency. Fallon Dawn relaxed a bit. "Nope just like you said, no calls, nobody followed. What's the safe combo?" The stranger locked eyes with Fallon, again the smile, "38-22-36, what else?" Fallon Dawn relented & slid the briefcase from under the seat through the window. The man sat it on the car hood and dialed the case lock adroitly. He flipped it open and examined the envelope. His next move made the hair on the base of her neck stand up. He casually looked around then stepped back towards the driver's window. As he did so, he reached his hand into his jacket lapel. Suddenly, car lights traced the trees as a noisy carload of teens pulled into the lot. Fallon Dawn's danger senses were exploding as she focused on the bulge in the man's jacket. She cranked the ignition, threw the car in gear and floored the accelerator hard. As she sped away, the briefcase flew off the hood. Maybe he was just reaching for a tip for her trouble, maybe not. Better safe than sorry...and she felt anything but safe as she skidded out of the park. Back at the mansion the client tore open the envelope and checked the contents. "It's a copy!" His eyes narrowed on Alan Rasmussen. "This is a photocopy, where's the original?" "That's what he gave me, that's all I got! He gave me the envelope, told me to hold it, I never even opened it!" Alan felt the hope of a nice Christmas and the 50k slipping away. Maybe he could bargain for a reduced payment. The guy 's loaded after-all. Maybe the wife would get a kick out of an autographed photo of him and the Hollywood bigwig. And maybe the kids could make do with a new puppy from the shelter. He was sure that things could be worked out. When Fallon Dawn arrived at work the next morning, Burl Barnes called her into his office. "I've got bad news Fallon, my office partner, Alan Rassmusson, he's dead." Fallon Dawn felt faint. "They found him early this morning, suicide, carbon monoxide poisoning. I have to go i.d. the body; you can take the day off." Fallon Dawn was in shock, she couldn't speak. Barnes stood and stared plaintively at a wall photo of himself and another man grinning broadly at the camera. He shook his head. "That poor, poor family." The floor was spinning underneath Fallon Dawn's feet. "Mr. Barnes. That photo you're looking at, is that Alan?" "Oh. I forgot; you never met him, did you? Yes, that's him." Fallon Dawn's throat got dry and it felt like her heart was stuck in it. Her head felt light and her breathing was stilted. The man in the photograph was not the man she had given the briefcase to. Locked in his car on a lonely road that lead to now here, Alan Rassmussen had finally learned the price fate charged for treachery and greed. Everything. (To be continued) For all exciting, uncensored episodes, go to: www inmate.com/goodbye-natalie ©2008, Dbabb P.O. Box 3311, Granada Hills, CA 91394 Best Pen Pal Ads Service Since 1996 2 www.inmate.com One page ads to min. Web sites, personal message box downloaded and mailed to you weekly, respond to your pen pals with e-mail and more. Accept no imitations! Send SASE for more information today! Icicle Bill is not by no means 'high-literary' stuff. It is pure entertainment, which is what good fiction is supposed to be. Icicle Bill flows from scene to scene smoothly and effortlessly, which indicates the author maintained control over his material. Yet at the same time, Babb allowed free reign to his imagination, which is what invests the story with a subtle hallucinizer, one that makes the reader keep reading. All that being said, Icicle Bill is recommended reading. And it is rumored that D. Razor Babb has another novel coming out soon Goodbye Natalie. If it's as delightful as Icicle Bill, it'll be worth waiting for. (This review first published by Ezines-Articles) BOOK REVIEW Icicle Bill By D. Razor Babb Reviewed by Christopher Zoukis Icicle Bill is available for $14.95 plus $3.99 postage at MidnightExpressBooks.com, Amazon.com and their book sellers as well as other book stores. Of the many popularly identifiable genres of literature - sci-fi, romance, chick-lit, lad-lit, thriller - so-called 'prison writing' is perhaps the easiest to define. Prison writing is written by prisoners, and includes poetry, short stories, essays, book reviews, interviews, op-eds, etc. And novels, of course. Enter D. Razor Babb, a prisoner in Cocoran, California. Babb wrote a novel. The novel is called Icicle Bill. And it's a humdinger of a read. For Babb takes the reader on a loop roller coaster of a ride revolving around the story's protagonist Icicle Bill, who lives just over the ragged edge of sanity. The story goes like this: on a twisted journey of love, lust, hate, drugs, money and - ultimately - redemption, Bill moves from one adventure to another like someone slowly descending Dante's Inferno to the lowest level. Along the way, Bill encounters Molly the midget, Tommy Two-Head, a number of gangbangers, an outlaw biker dude, and an enigmatic woman whose tag is Apollonia Steffanelli. Apollonia Steffanelli turns out to be not a super-model, as her name might indicate. Rather, she is the mother of Molly the midget, who, as it turns out is not really a midget. The story swirls into action in Los Angeles, where Bill suffers the indignity of being carjacked by a shot-up Mexican gangbanger, who goes by the moniker of Gangster G. Vamoosing is what Gangster G has on his mind. G wants to get out of town. So he instructs Bill to drive East toward Las Vegas. Gangster G never gets to Vegas, succumbing to his wounds in the Nevada desert. Which is where Tommy Two-Head becomes a member of Bill's crazy crew. Together, Bill and Tommy Two-Head take off on a mission of mercy - to warn Gangster G's sister, who conducts business under the name of G Lu, that she might be in danger. At this point, the story blasts off into the outer limits of NeverNever land, where the author displays his literary talents, combining artistry, mysticism, and truth into an ethereal tale shimmering in agitation. Which means you to have to read it to believe it. The elements of Icicle Bill coalesce into form when one realizes that the novel is partially autobiographical. Granted, the story is fictionalized. Yet there is no denying that in many respects the author - Babb - is Bill. And vice versa - Bill is Babb. Which means that the story reflects Babb's transformation from confused criminal to something else. Just what that something else is, is unclear right now. But whatever it is, it's something with a future. GET YOUR OWN COPY NOW FREE SHIPPING to inmates Don’t wait for the next installment!!!! Now you can have your own copy of Icicle Bill and Goodbye Natalie! GOODBYE NATALIE - $14.95 ICICLE BILL - $14.95 Send check or money order to: MIDNIGHT EXPRESS BOOKS POBox 69 Berryville AR 72616 http://MidnightExpressBooks.com MIDNIGHT EXPRESS BOOKS Helping authors publish books! 3 Write or call for details: Midnight Express Books POBox 69 Berryville AR 72616 870 210-3772 Thanks to all the supporters and contributors who made this edition of THE SUN possible. When you're done, please pass it on to the next person. Your neighbor down the tier or a loved one at home might find something herein that could be of benefit. Your letters & comments are much appreciated and inspiring. Keeping you in touch with the outside world and bringing you new and innovative ideas. Prisonworld Magazine $4 or 12 stamps for a single issue $20 or 50 stamps for 1 yr subscription. 1 yr subscriptions ARE STILL available. 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Likewise, prison educators can be heard expressing the difficulty in conveying conventional academics to those that lack the baseline of even a high school or middle school education. EBBN brings these two groups together with the information that each needs to succeed. EBBN will provide prisoner-students with the resources needed to engage in formal education, and prison educators with detailed insight into their academically challenged charges. further both the discussion on prison education and the practical aspects of engaging in it. Pieces are to be in the 250 to 2,500 word range (some exceptions do apply with prior approval) and utilize endnotes and a references section if needed. Authors are to include a short bio which includes any academic or professional accomplishments. As the debut issue comes near Mr. Zoukis realizes the weight of such a project. As he says, "This isn't some kind of hobby or pasttime. This is real, this is now, and this is vital to the economic stability of both our nation and the millions connected to the current over-bloated corrections system in the United States." He continues, "The answer is simple: prison education is the single most cost-effective proven method of reducing recidivism that we as a people know of." Mr. Zoukis has pledged both his financial support and the many hours of work needed to make to such a worthy cause a reality. EBBN's focus is both practical and altruistic. On the practical level the focus of EBBN is to provide news of top-notch correspondence programs, overviews and critiques of current in-prison educational programs, real life examples of difficult teaching situations and solutions to overcome them, and success stories, along with both first-person experiences and scholarly examinations of prison education in general. On the altruistic level the focus of EBBN is to improve the lives of both prisoners and their families, the work environment and success of prison educators, and to benefit society in general by giving those in the trenches of prison education the tools they need to succeed. EBBN will be vast and detailed, knowing and exploring. With this support comes a lofty goal, the goal of a 300-copy minimum debut issue circulation which is being distributed for free. To add to this, EBBN is also being hosted on this site for free. As Mr. Zoukis says, "An education is an inherent human right that cannot be assigned a price-tag. Therefore, I will do everything that I can to get EBBN into the hands of those who need it regardless of their ability to pay for such information." Currently, EBBN is in the design stage. It is the brainchild of both Christopher Zoukis (prison education expert and prisoner at FCIPetersburg) and Linda Huddleston (co-owner/operator of Midnight Express Books). As Mr. Zoukis and Mrs. Huddleston finish crafting the layout, EBBN is aggressively preparing for its debut issue. This includes a direct mailing campaign and an online press release campaign, along with connections being made to prison educators the world over. Already several renowned prison education experts have agreed to contribute to both this project and the sister Prison Education Blog. Submissions for EBBN can be emailed to Mr. Zoukis at: [email protected]. They can also be mailed directly to him at: Christopher Zoukis P.O. Box 1000 #22132-058 Petersburg, VA 23804 Any prisoner correspondence or donations must go to: EBBN is currently seeking support from prison educators and prisoner-students alike. This support is requested in the form of articles, essays, studies, and policy papers on prison education, educational program reviews, and even conceptual ideas that could be integrated into EBBN. As an altruistic and academic publication EBBN is very open to well-developed pieces that Education Behind Bars Newsletter P.O. Box 69 Berryville, AR 72616 4 WHAT’S SO FUNNY? CALIFORNIA LIFER NEWSLETTER The Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), The FBI, and the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch it. The CIA goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest. They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist. The FBI goes in. After two weeks with no leads they burn the forest, killing everything in it, including the rabbit, and they make no apologies. The rabbit had it coming. The LAPD goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten bear. The bear is yelling: "Okay! Okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!" CLN: A comprehensive newsletter mailed every 6-8 weeks. State and federal cases, parole board news, statistics, legislation and articles on prison, parole and correctional issues of interest to inmates and their families. CLN also provides services such as copying and forwarding federal and state cases, articles and news and materials available on the Internet. SUBSCRIPTIONS: Prisoners $25 (or 80 stamps) per year (6 issues minimum). Free persons: $90 CLN, Box 687, Walnut, CA 91788 There was a competition between a team of blondes and a team of brunettes to see who could catch the most fish ice-fishing. Once the contest started, it was clear that the brunettes were going to win -- they kept pulling out fish after fish. Soon, the blondes got worried and sent over one of their team to see what the brunettes were doing differently. A few minutes later, the blonde comes running back. Prison Surprise Ingredients 1 Package Ramen (Any flavor will do) 1 Slice of American cheese 1 Can of tuna (Splurge on the White Albacore) Jalapeños from the jar (to taste) "A hole! You need to put a hole in the ice!" Send jokes or other Items to: MEB Sun, POBox 69, Berryville AR 72616. Instructions: Break up the noodles in the package and cook per the directions. While the noodles are cooking, drain the tuna and dump it into a bowl. Put in the jalapeño slices and top it all off with the slice of cheese. When the Ramen is ready, mix in the spice packet and pour the noodles into the bowl. Let it all steep for a few minutes to melt the cheese and then mix well. Voila! Prison Surprise. LIFE LESSON What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say. Send us your favorite recipe! Ralph Waldo Emerson RECIPES POBox 69 Berryville AR 72616 To submit stories, etc., to the Corcoran Sun, send to: MEB Sun, POBox 69, Berryville AR 72616 Every one is welcomed to submit or contribute. To receive a copy of the Sun, send 6 stamps per issue. The Sun is seen statewide & across the U.S. 5 I was In shock. Murphy went through his pockets and found $2.43, a crack stem, an empty baggie. "I'll be back." Murphy walked out the door, "Baby, you okay?" I ran to Slick to help him up. "Yeah, get me a rag." I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and ran water over it to clean up the blood. When I got back to the kitchen, I froze in my tracks. "Don't move or you'll get it too!" Murphy said while pointing a gun at Slick's head. I didn't know what to think. There was another man, who I didn't know, standing behind Murphy with duct tape and plastic wrap. They had planned this out. After looking the stranger up and down, I noticed that Slick was twitching. I looked closer and saw he had been shot in the head! Blood was pouring out all over the floor! Murphy must have had a silencer, I hadn't heard any gunshot. I was so dazed, I couldn't even cry, react, or anything. I just stood there. "Journey!" Murphy yelled, waking me from my haze. "Get me some towels and some garbage bags." I did as he said and when I came back, the other man was taping plastic around Slick's body. Before I knew it, Slick's body was gone and I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, replaying everything that had just happened. "Journey." Murphy said. "What?" I responded automatically, void of emotion. "No hard feelings, it's all a part of the game." Murphy hugged me. It felt strange, but I was comfortable in the arms of the man who had just killed my boyfriend. For some reason, I didn't want him to go and I felt no sorrow for what had just happened. Murphy kissed me on the forehead and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. (...to be continued) STUNTIN’ IS A HABIT By Laura Shope Chapter Three I ran up the steps and into the house, hoping to put Slick out for good, only no one was home. "This MF'er is still out smoking!" I thought to myself. So, I went about my normal routine and called Grandma to tell her I was home so she could bring Elijah back. “Mommy, mommy!" My baby yelled as he ran inside. "What's up, little man?" I reached down to pick him up. He was getting heavy. “How was work?" Gram asked. We carried on with some small talk and she left. I pulled Elijah's coat & shoes off and he took off running through the house. I would give anything to have that much energy. I still hadn't heard from Slick for most of the day, then my cell phone began dancing around on the table. "Hello?" "Journey, where's that pile of crap, Slick!?" (It was Murphy) "I don't know; he'll be home soon." I said that to reassure myself more than him. "Well I'm on my way up there; I heard he's been smokin' my stuff." Murphy hung up before I could say anything. Something wasn't right. I could feel It In the pit of my stomach. Slick had smoked up other people's dope before and got away with it, but there was something different about Murphy. The sun went down and I was getting ready to put Elijah to bed when Slick cane home. “Baby, did Murphy call you?" Was the first thing he said; he looked scared. "Yeah, he said he was on his way over to get his money. You got it, right?" "Well... l’ma get It. I just ain't got it right now." "What do you mean you don't have it? You had $700.00 and at least a half ounce left when I went to work!" I knew where it went. When Slick smoked, he really smoked. I've seen him go through a whole ounce by himself In a day. "Don't sweat it. I only owe him a stack. He'll just have to be patient," he said calmly. Just then, there was a knock at the door. SIick ran to the back of the house and told me to tell Murphy he wasn't home. I was always left to duck, dodge and cover. "Who is it?" I yelled through the door. "You know who it is. Open the freaking door!" "Why you cussing at me like that?" I said as I opened the door. "I didn't do anything to you, Murphy." He ignored my question and asked where Slick was. "I don't know, I came home from work and he was gone." "Call him." Murphy commanded. "He's not answering my calls." I stalled. "I don't care. Call him again, I wanna see." I picked up the phone and dialed Slick's number. We both heard his phone ringing from the other room. That dumbass forgot to turn his phone off. Slick came walking down the hall, playing it off. "What's up, playboy? I was just about to call you." Murphy pushed him up against the wall, "You're a liar. I been callin' you all day." Murphy was still leaning on Slick. "Yo, fall back. Why you disrespecting me in my own home?" Murphy let go and calmed down. "You got my money?" Uh-oh, I thought. "I’ma get your money. There's something I had to handIe. Just gimme a couple days, bro. I'll get it." Murphy punched Slick right in the face, and he didn't stop at that. He continued to beat him until he lay motionless on the floor, covered in blood. I just stood there and stared. I didn't know what the hell to do, Laura Shope, the author of 'Stuntin’ is a life coach, personal counselor, artist, dog trainer, and body waxing aficionado serving a term In a federal pen in West Virginia. Chapter Three of "Stuntin' Is a Habit" will appear in the next Sun and we'll find out what kind of dynamic twists and turns young Journey runs into then...with or without the unreliable Slick. PUBLICITY PACKAGES Are you a SELF Published Author looking to get the word out about your book or do you have a business or service you would like to advertise to the prison population? We now offer publicity packages at REASONABLE RATES! 6 We only take select projects. To discuss your project or for questions regarding the package, send us an email to [email protected] or inquire by mail. POBox 380 Powder Springs, GA 30127 My 2 daughters had both their boyfriends killed by gang violence. Both girls were pregnant, children who would never know their fathers. As my grandchildren get older, they'll wonder where their fathers are. I don't want them to follow the same path, I don't want to tell them how their dads died. BUY SINGLE COPIES OF MAGAZINES MYMAGSTORE.COM 4212 University Way NE Suite 210 Seattle WA 98105 1000 single copy mags 1200 subscriptions 600 newspapers Books Custom CDs Hot Pix SEND FOR OUR NEW CATALOG 10 stamps or $3.00 ($3 discount coupon included) Payment with stamps Prepaid Accounts Newsletter I get out of here in 1997, and as I sit here, I think about all I've been through. I'm a third termer (with three strikes), I don't have any more chances. If I get arrested again, it's 25-to-life. There's more out there for me than wasting my life in prison. I know drugs can ruin a person's life and hurt the ones you love most. I've seen people come and go from prison and heard all there is to hear. It's the same old story...gangs, violence, drugs. It hit me hard that I was inside, along with my father and sons. It hurt knowing I was in the same place as my father, walking the same tiers, doing the same time, heading down the same path... to nowhere. It's the harvest of the seeds I'd sown; the outcome of being involved in gangs and drugs. [email protected] (206) 324-7373 Gangs continued from page 1 At 15 he fathered his first child; at 27 he had a family of 8 children. That child, of course, was me. From the age of 9 through 31 I used drugs. It was a part of my everyday life. I used every drug I could get my hands on. At 31 I was sent to prison for robbery following a high speed chase. That was 1987 to 1989. I was only out 2 months before I went back for the same charge! This time, the chase went for 27 miles. When I got out in 1990, I only stayed out for 4 months. This time, I got 10 years. I'm tired of it. It's rough and lonely life. I hope you never have to go through it. I hope when I get out, I'll be able to walk away from this hell and never look back. While I was inside, I lost my mother behind drugs, money and love. I believe she died of a broken heart. The cops wanted my kids to plant microphones in my mother's house and my father overheard what was being asked of them. He decided to give my kids up to the court rather than be worried about which of my 8 children might do what the undercover police were asking them to do. When I called my mother from prison she was crying, telling me she would give me money to buy a house so I could get my kids back from foster homes. After that, my mother went into a deep depression, she was heart-broken. My father had done that to get back at my wife for cooperating with the police. She didn't even have a home for our kids. My mother's health deteriorated from not being able to see her grandchildren. She would not eat, talk to anybody, and became very ill. She was hospitalized and went into a coma. EDITOR'S NOTE: I met Danny Simonian about 15 years after he wrote that. We're in the same cellblock. He wants to write a book on gang intervention to help kids; maybe keep them from following the same path. I hope I can help. A boy noticed that his grandfather would be in a happy mood one day, but grumpy and mean the next. He asked him about it. "Grandfather, why are you happy one day, but not so the next?" The grandfather told him, "I have two wolves fighting inside of me. One is good, the other is bad." The boy asked, "which one will win?" I went to see her, from prison. She was still in a coma. When I got back to the pen, the Sergeant called me into the office. I knew what he was going to tell me. I felt it in my heart. I lost my mother. Two months later my grandmother died also. The grandfather replied, "Which ever one I feed." My wife left me because nobody wanted her around because she was involved with the undercover cops. Everything I loved was swept out from under my feet. My father started drinking heavily. 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BOP Update: Fingerprint Indentification System By Christopher Zoukis In a memorandum dated March 14, 2011, the population of FCC Petersburg was alerted as to a new electronic system being installed in the commissary building. According to the memorandum, "Beginning on Monday, March 21, 2011, FCC Petersburg will begin utilizing the Fingerprint Identification System,” when conducting commissary sales at all institutions. Inmates will no longer be required to provide their inmate identification card before initiating the sale. Instead, inmates will be required to provide their fingerprint using the fingerprint identification equipment that will be located at each sales window. In addition, it will no longer be necessary to provide a signature when the sale is complete." The implementation of such a system is considered both good and bad by the prison population. Those for the Fingerprint Identification System say it will reduce risk. They say the risk of forgetting one's identification card while attempting to purchase items from the commissary is eliminated. Also, the risk of one's identification card being stolen and used for fraudulent purchases will be eliminated; something that happens even though the clerk selling the commissary items is actually a prison guard. Those against the Fingerprint Identification System have a number of concerns. The top concern is cost. Such a system cannot be inexpensive and many want to know where the money came from to purchase such a system. The worry is that the system was paid for by the profits of the commissary, funds used for the prison population's direct needs. They are concerned that this is a waste of funds needed elsewhere, such as in the Education Department or in the Recreation Department. Others are concerned about the health and safety risks of such a communal system. They worry that this system will help spread germs and other communicable diseases; much like the computers and telephones do. This concern appears to be partially validated because of recent reported cases of both scabies and MRSA; not to mention the regular occurrence of staff infection in the prison population. The final group question why the Fingerprint Identification System is being implemented. Their concerns are both practical and conspiratorial. On the practical side, they wonder why we need such a system when the scanning of a bar code on the individual prisoner's identification card works just fine. They are also concerned with potential hidden applications of the stored fingerprints. They worry that these scanned prints will be shared with a third party for some hidden agenda. While they understand that the Department of Justice already has their fingerprints on file, they are concerned that the new scanning of both their left and right thumbs will be used to further track them. Regardless of if the implementation of the Fingerprint Identification System is a good idea or not, it does show a Bureau of Prisons which is motivated to bring up-to-date technology into its prison system. This is further shown by FCC Petersburg's recent installation of a computer system, called TRULINCS, which contains a monitored email service; a service first implemented around 3 years ago in select prisons during pilot programs. All-inall, technological innovation and implementation is a good idea Sources: Bureau of Prison's Memorandum (First published in The Update: Federal Criminal & Immigration Law) Christopher Zoukis is a writer and the editor of Education Behind Bars Newsletter and is housed at FCI-Petersburg. He is the published author of numerous book reviews, articles, essays, and poems. He is a New York Journal of Books authorized book reviewer and a Blog Critics authorized writer. He is a member of the Society of Professional Journalists, National Writers Union, PEN American Center, and the Correctional Education Association. His works have appeared in Kansas City Star, The Sacramento Bee, Blog Critics, Midwest Book Review, Basil and Spice, Seattle Post-Intelligencer, SF Gate, Wopular, Rain Taxi, Ezines Articles, and many other publications. His content has been syndicated internationally by the Associated Press, Google News, and Yahoo News. Currently, Christopher is a staff writer at State and Federal Criminal Law Review and The Update: Federal Criminal and Immigration Law . He is the Associate Editor of Corcoran Sun and he is a contributing writer at Blog Critics. He recently completed his first book, Education Behind Bars; a 652 page reference guide to distance education for the prisoner-student. To date five publishers have requested the full manuscript to review and send out for blind reviews. Besides Education Behind Bars, he is working on his debut novel, Practice Electra. Christopher can be reached for comment, collaboration, or assistance at: Christopher Zoukis, P.O. Box 1000, #22132-058, Petersburg, VA 23804 or http://www.christopherzoukis.com. FREE INMATE AUTHOR BOOK CATALOG To receive your free book catalog featuring books by inmate authors, please send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: MIDNIGHT EXPRESS BOOKS POBox 69 Berryville AR 72616 http://MidnightExpressBooks.com 870 210-3772 AMOR IMMUTABILIS (UNCHANGEABLE LOVE) I still behold you, all in white, Your golden hair, your radiant smile, Unsullied by this world so vile... I still behold you all in white. This thought preserves me through each night. 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