Making Choices 18.6 - Precious Blood Ministry of Reconciliation
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Making Choices 18.6 - Precious Blood Ministry of Reconciliation
Precious Blood Ministry of Reconciliation Kolbe House Jail Ministry Volume 18 Issue 6 June 11, 2016 Page 2 M AK I N G CH O I C E S End of Violence Making Choices Kolbe House at Assumption 2434 S. California Ave. Chicago, IL 60608 Publisher Kolbe House Catholic Jail Ministry Editorial Team Fr. Dave Kelly Lamonte Lay Making Choices Combines the voices of those who are incarcerated at Cook County Juvenile Temporary Detention Center, Cook County Jail and institutions throughout the state. It is published as a means to give a voice to those who wish to speak out. It is a project of Kolbe House, The Catholic Jail Ministry of the Archdiocese of Chicago and Precious Blood Ministry of Reconciliation By Malcolm Gray Vandalia C.C. Violence is all I see in these streets, it feels like I’m a co–star in one of those big time movies we always see on T.V. Training Day or Street Kings, turn on the radio it’s the same thing, “Shoot’em up bang bang!” You only hear about peace from people like me, who depend on “J.C.”. My savior Jesus Christ saved me from slavery, and a lot of other sisters and brothers. He picked us out before we were inside of our Earthly mothers, to be the light and lead the way, with the violence and the hate all over the place. Money has replaced a lot of people’s faith! Satan is having his way with the human race! There’s senseless murders everyday! A mother lose a kid, another person lose a friend. When will the unnecessary pain finally end? We must start teaching and helping others to understand, how the curse begin. The birth of sin is when slavery truly captured man. Now obeying Christ is the only way we will ever be free again, and bring the non- sense to an end. Amen! Page 3 V O L UM E 18 , I S S UE 5 One color Poetry from within the walls What my brother means to me By David Rivera Hill C.C. Sometime he drives me crazy and acts like a pest, but even back when we were kids, my brother was the best. He always had this loyal way of sticking up for me, and being in my corner when I trusted him to be. He always knew just what I needed to hear, and what I didn’t need to hear. He knows the right time to make light of things, and he knows just the right moment to be serious. So when push comes to shove. I can always count on him to be there for me, year in year out. I have always counted on my brother and his love. R.I.P. My Brother Bayo 1972-89 By Valentine Arriaga Big Muddy River C.C. I am a member of all races and a member of none, one for all and all for one! One day all races will be combined and no face will be defined! Mr. King once mentioned me before I was even born, before from this cruel world he was torn! We should take from his teachings the right way to act, little kids playing together white and black! And we should continue these results as we grow into adults! In the Lord’s eye we are all brothers and in the words of my father! We primates, we migrate! Let’s extinguish hate, and lets mate, and integrate! In the words of my mother, in the future we’ll all be one color! I am German, and also a Christian who loves a good sermon! I am Indian, I am many men! I am African, I am every man! I am Latino and also considered molano! I am made up of all the ingredients, I am grade A and none of me is deviant! I am the lighting within my writings! And within that I bury my rage I am multiheritage! Page 4 M AK I N G CH O I C E S What I see By Arnold Joyner Pinckneyville C.C. I see myself much differently, especially after this fifth time in Illinois penitentiaries. I’ve turned to Father God heavenly, to change me internally, emotionally, spiritually, and those character traits I expose to others externally. I truly want to be who and what Father God wants me to be. Every day now, this is what I see. Choosing to Act By Al Cunningham You can worry and your constant focus on the negative possibilities will help to make them real. Or you can take action, and your worries will quickly fade away as you get busy creating a positive reality. You can complain about life’s unfairness and your negative attitude will prevent you from seeing the best opportunities. Or you can take action, and the valuable opportunities that open for you will grow more numerous and more accessible with each moment. You can wait for things to be perfect before moving forward and you'll end up letting life pass you by. Or you can go ahead and take action, transforming what you already have, as imperfect as it may be, into even greater abundance. You can take comfort in never making a mistake by never venturing out, but then you’ll never make any progress either. Or you can take action and even though there will be some mistakes along the way, they’ll be outweighed by the many worth while achievements. You can remain bitter and angry over what has already happened, and by so doing, you’ll extend your misfortune even longer. Or you can take action and move yourself to a more positive , more fulfilling place. You can choose to do nothing, but you’re not going to like the results. Or you can choose to take action and create a life that’s filled with purpose, meaning and real fulfillment. It’s your life and the choice is yours to make, what will you choose? I also see the majority of prisoners in here look like me. I see what has happen in America overtly. Still we can change when we call upon thee. We truly don’t have to live nor be criminal. These bad choices are based on lust, evil and greed. Ninety-five percent of us are here because of a plea. I have tried to be a role model to the majority. I have been even acting and presenting to all a little superiority. But the multitude in here are afraid and unsure, like their confidence is the basis of inferiority. I guess that’s what they see compared to what I see. I see freedom and liberty, dignity, integrity and equality. I see my future wife Zee, my daughter and two grand babies. I see my new Godly family, please people join me and let’s change our future trajectory tentatively. I know yall can see what I see. I’ve been where you all are mentally and physically. Today, I’m a prodigy, Father God changed me, no bull, I’m A new me, it’s what I see. Page 5 V O L UM E 18 , I S S UE 5 Your child's future By Christopher Toney Antisocial personality disorder (APD) —characterized by a pervasive pattern of disregard for, and violation of the rights of others that begins in childhood or early adolescence and continues into adulthood. Does this sound familiar man, “When I get out I’m gonna get the first women I see pregnant”? Yeah I’m going there, look, if your planning on gangbanging, carrying guns, selling drugs, and having sex with multiple women once released... Then this popular idea that’s among the prison population is not for you! Think about your actions and what your doing… Multiple women means multiple baby’s and no father figure because your not going to be with one woman. And even if you did, living the “Street life”, will eventually put you back in prison anyway. So why create multiple babies knowing your heart still belongs to the streets? Next, The mothers’ of your multiple children's self esteem will be damaged. Whether she's young or a bit older, life will get really, really hard when she becomes the single parent of a new born baby! Especially when the father or the child is in prison again. You’ll burden these woman with a divine responsibility that they’ll naturally assume you both could, and would handle! Now what about the babies… A child with no father figure is more likely to become a gang member, rapist, drug dealer, and other kinds of fuel for the Illinois Department of Corrections—all because you couldn’t control a carnal, but also divine urge. Also, and for the people of Illinois who read the Making Choices newsletters. Do not believe that the Illinois Department of Corrections takes a Pro-active approach to the prison population having kids. Because it takes a re-active approach! The programs are geared toward prisoners who already have kids. And not towards the younger gang members who are planning on having more kids than they can handle—with multiple women. So talk with your loved ones about having children once released, because the Illinois Department of Corrections isn’t. Unless you don’t think a fresh parolee and three babies, with two different women is a problem. Enemy affliction By Valentine Arriaga Big Muddy River C.C. It’s a ruff ride on the wagon for me. Do you know the limits of my suffering agony? Tweak goal affliction, is a physical addiction! This life is so grizzly, living in my own misery! Hated by the multitude, and gated by my own solitude! When I do without, I’m filled with doubt! I don’t respect what I’m about! And I always just wanna check out! Repentant pain is my constant stain! The darkest days of my existence, swayed no resistance. Desperate, and broken, in hate I’m soaken! Envy is in me! Enemy of my own, I am my own enemy! Page 6 M AK I N G CH O I C E S Small By Eric Snead Danville C.C. If times flies then my wings are clipped, stabbed in my back, and front tooth chipped! I am the trash that you’ve discarded, with a stench you’re about to be bombarded! Arrogant and conceited with so much gall, I lost count of how you made me feel small! You had me in the palm of your hand, handle with care you couldn’t understand! The “Unwelcome Mat” you placed out, your actions would remove all doubt! On a pedestal you stand ten feet tall, in my eyes you still very small! So much food and yet you still hunger, the mirror shows you not getting younger! Cappuccino and coffee quenches your thirst, karma will make sure your bubble burst! You rise up just to see me fall, A simple mind that’s thinking small! Much to your chagrin and big surprise, like Maya Angelou and Still I Rise! This poem has been so long over due, I write about someone I once knew! Before you walk you learn how to crawl, Big ideas come in package so Small! You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom. - Malcolm X End of chapter By Floyd Stewart Pinckneyville C.C. Year 2009, I was suppose to be in my prime, instead I was doing hard time! Seven years of my life gone down the drain, I had no control of my life, the PCP had fried my brain. Not to mention doing an extra four months for getting caught in Shawnee for smoking a blunt. I couldn’t tell my family I got caught in the joint for smoking, I just said a fight is what happen. I know the way I've been living is possibly unforgiving, but now I got a new look on life, and as I continue to strive with my head held high. I hope to make my decisions wise. Because I’m not ready to die! I have a son who doesn’t even know me and a son who’s not mine, but all he knows is me. I love them both equally, I want the best for both of them, even if that mean sacrificing me. For they can be “Army Strong”, being all they can be! In a couple of weeks I’ll be leaving this penitentiary, I continue to right my wrongs, so when I’m gone, I stay long gone. You see I don’t want to be a “Role model”, because I’m not an actor. I want to be a “Real model” in my kids lives. I been through a lot and done a lot in my life, and I’m not tryna boast, I’m just sharing my experience, strengths and hopes. On my journey I’ve learned that life is more than just living, it’s spending time with family and being home for every Christmas and Thanksgiving! Life is shorter than a Newport short, think of all the ashes you dump from a cigarette, you could’ve been else where using that time well, with no regrets. I wish my mom was here to read this letter, then she could see my life is becoming better. Sometimes I don’t know where or what I would do without my sister “Sharon” support. I’m LOL now, cause I know she will kill me if I go back out there smoking them Newport's. She wants the best for me, even sharing her money, home, and religion, but I’m not a religious person. I just know I have a purpose and who knows? If I spent more time in religion, I’ll spend less time in prison. My outdate is this May and as I continue to contemplate my thoughts are walking out that gate. I wish I could take everybody with me, just remember be good in life, and everything will be alright! Page 7 V O L UM E 18 , I S S UE 5 A Daughter searches for her Daddy’s face By Tracy Denell Decatur, IL In a dark place. Isolated. Insidious. Demons. Something lurks there, scavengers of the mind. More like an invitation, a test of will… Depressed, PTSD, psychosis. Sexual and physical abuse. Anxiety. Thoughts of suicide… Is what remains when hyenas and buzzards have finished their work, picked the bones clean… Alcohol. Drugs. Relapse several times. Impulsive. Insecure. Overwhelmed. Drilling a hole in your skull to free frustration of what cannot be changed. Half way houses. Rehabs. Jail… VA. Meetings. Unsure how long you’ll stay clean. Drink. Scared. Start over. Nobody’s perfect. Drink. Teasing the weak. Drink. Squeezing the air from their lungs. Drink. Pressing them to their knees to pray for help...a grizzled face. Sad. Tired brown eyes. Eyes like movie reels. Rewinding. Memories. Replaying jungle films. One scene bleeding into the next. Your not alone… When your back is against the wall. She holds you there with the truth and love in her eyes. After all, a father is the only man she loved first. Happiness. Surrender. Pray. Make amends. Serenity. Place. I need you. I love you. Please Lord let me know By John Vazquez CCDOC Sitting in my room separated from the world, separated from my life, separated from my girl. Remembering all the times of all the fun and laughter, now I’m in my cell fearing the next chapter. Never would I thought my kids would grow up to be bastards! I would give the world just to see their smiles, reminiscing where I went wrong growing up as a child. Hoping to give a better life to my falling seeds, something more better than I had ever seen. Where did I go wrong? Please Lord let me know, for me being clueless eats away at my soul. I showed my friends “Royalty”, I showed the block “Loyalty”, I paid for some lawyer fee’s, and this is how they’re rewarding me. As a juvenile I knew I was destined for great, I wanted to be on top separated from the fake. Somewhere down the road I must of made a wrong turn and that one single decision leaves me in hell where I burn. Friends who I thought were friends are no longer in sight once I turned around they must of up and took flight. Lord why am I still here still putting up a fight, Lord why couldn’t I be taken away, why couldn’t I see the light? Instead it was “Chango”, “Rambo”, “No Good”, “Oskeeno”, “C-Ball”, “F”ila”, “Matill”, my Grandma, and Grandpa. People I thought deserve to live forever, instead lives cut short due to a stormy weather. Page 8 M AK I N G CH O I C E S Where were you? By Darius Walton Dixon C.C. Where were you when the demons attacked me? Where were you when my enemies tried to wack me? Where were you when I needed help? Where were you when I felt like I was by myself? Where were you when the voices hunted me in my head? Where were you when I needed you close to me in my bed? Where were you when I needed commissary and mail? Where were you when I got 60 years in jail? Granite city… Monstrous choices By James Hollins Pinckneyville C.C. Welcome to Granite City, dope drops, gangsters and sorrow is what you will find. 4:20, is it day or night the methamphetamine tweaks your mind! Muriatic, behavior erratic, automatic weapons we seek! Granite City, the crank machine, no room for the weak! Just surrender, let go, embrace the “Lifestyle”. Put your life on hold and let’s get spun a while! Into the needle, the foil my work goes everything else.. to hell. Forget the M.E.G.S.I., D.E.A., they lie, this, my friend will end well. Your headed to the top (prison or death) your only fate. Your life, wife or children, freedom, nothing else holds weight. This isn't a cautionary tale f*** it we all have to lose. Broke, nobody or big dope dealer.. You choose. So give me your life, I’ll make you rich a super star of meth. Until the narcs run the raid on your lab, or maybe just death. All you need is a little time and pseudo to get into the mix. You don’t need my name, you know where I am, right here in “Spunny” Granite City, just call me, my number is six...six...six. Where were you when I needed a friend to heal the pain? Where were you when I didn’t have money inside of the of the game? Where were you when I needed a help and hand? Where were you when they forced a boy to become a man? Where were you when I needed someone to help me get through? Where were you when I thought of suicide and felt blue? Where were you when I needed a woman to hold me down? Where were you when only family stayed around? Where were you? Page 9 V O L UM E 18 , I S S UE 5 Live a good life that matters By David Rivera Hill C.C. Whether you ready or not, someday your life will come to an end. There will be no more sunrise, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned, nor what you were owed. Your grudges and resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear. So too your hopes, ambitions plans and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived on. It won’t even matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender or skin color will become irrelevant. So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you are gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memoires that live in those who love you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered by whom and for what. Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstances, but of choice. Choose to live a life that matters. Life By Corina Mendenhall Logan C.C. Life is a thing that mutates without warning. Not always in enviable ways. All part of the improbable adventure of being alive, of being a brainy biped with giant dreams on a crazy blue planet. Something in my future By Christopher Toney Danville C.C. I’m up to something... Is this something a someone, somewhere, or just a something to me; but something never minded by you– I think I’ve found something. What is this feeling… somethings found me, but yet remains inert until my feet touch Earth. Until my soul returns to Earth. Until pen touches paper and represents a feeling unfamiliar to the Earth. There’s something waiting for me in the future, and my feelings about somethings will inevitably help me find something– my success will mean something, Prisoners… represent life! And be something! What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built, not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion courage of sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not you competence, but your character. Let’s pray for a more peaceful summer A NOTE FROM FR. KELLY I was coming back to the Center after a meeting and noticed the police had some young man on the hood of the police car. He hollered at me to come over and so I walked that way. The young man was upset, stating that this was “bogus” and a few other choice words. The police asked if I knew him and I told them yes…. We talked further and the conversation ended with something like, “Father, there are just some guys you can’t help….you’re delusional if you think you can.” I responded, “I guess I am just delusional, then.” Just the other day, I saw a video from a guy who was in prison….he used the word “positive delusion.” He was referring to the fact that he lived his life, even though he had life in prison, as though he was going to get out one day….he lived his life preparing for that day. The thing is, he did get out, and today he owns two businesses. The words he used—positive delusion – has been part of my life for the past 39 years. I choose to live in positive delusion—that youth who are written off as “not worth the time or energy” will become successful and live out their dreams. I challenge you to live “positive delusion” especially when things don’t seem so positive. As always, you are in my thoughts and prayers, In positive delusion, Fr. Kelly Making Choices Newsletter is a project of Kolbe House, the jail ministry of the Archdiocese of Chicago and Precious Blood Ministry of Reconciliation . People called him delusional if he thought he was ever getting out—after all, he had life. Continue to send your articles and poetry to : That didn’t stop him from taking all the classes he could, preparing for the day (positive delusion) he would get out. Making Choices 2434 S. California Ave. Chicago, IL 60608 MAKING CHOICES Kolbe House 2434 S. California Ave. Chicago, IL 60608 Label here