Monday, January 4, 2016
Location: Segregation Housing Unit, Chillicothe, Ohio
It’s taken a few days for me to adjust to the fact that it’s 2016 and I’m still in prison. I’m glad that I lived to see another year, but, at the same time, I’m depressed out-of-my-mind that I’m beginning another year inside a cell.
Thanks to the Parole Board and the Department of Rehabilitation and Corrections, I feel like a bona fide hostage right now. Often times, I just wonder how certain people employed by the two can even live with themselves, knowing good-and-well that I should have been paroled years ago.
I also think about how glad I am that I don’t have any children, because if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to raise them. While the members of the Parole Board and DRC would be going home to their children, I’d just be sitting in a cell, suffering, watching my children grow up without a father. And the Parole Board and DRC wouldn’t give a damn about them, either, the same way they don’t give a damn about me now.
Although I will never give up fighting for my freedom, on many occasions, I’ve entertained the idea of writing the media and giving them notice that on a specific date that I was going to try and parole myself by running for the fence. If I were to make it, then great — I’m free! And if I didn’t and I was shot or killed, then the Parole Board and DRC would be faced with the uncomfortable job of having to explain to the media why they’ve blatantly ignored various acts of injustice committed against me, leading to me trying to free myself.
I’m sure they would come up with some ridiculous explanation, but the facts about my situations of injustice — that is, facts that are well-documented on this website — would discredit every word spoken out of their Brian Williams-like lying mouths.
Sooner or later, I’m confident that the darkness of injustice is going to come to light. I just wish that it would hurry up and happen so that I can experience a new year as a free man.