It has been a while since I have updated the website. I hope to add more here soon.
I want to add a link here to the “California Prison Dog Programs: The Power of Unconditional Love”
It has been a while since I have updated the website. I hope to add more here soon.
I want to add a link here to the “California Prison Dog Programs: The Power of Unconditional Love”
Welcome to the 1/2 way point of 2025! The Prison POD just sent Season 4 to Edovo to be uploaded to tablets in jails and prisons across the country. Last year the Prison POD had over 74,000 listens! Check out the latest recordings on YouTube.
The largest project yet was “The California Prison Dog Program” which just finished this month. I would like to thank Keith Erickson for all the work he put into organizing this! Please check out his book which is about his story with Delta; a dog who changed his life. “Unleashed” can be found on Amazon.
Made lots of new connections this past year including :
Alex & Jonathan at Corrio, Nico at Mediate.com , Rabbi Scheinman & Abby Rabinowitz with the Hinda Institute .

Lots of recordings ready for edits –
This wraps up the year!
December 4, 2024
First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude for all of the support this past year, from guests, to online trainings and meetings, emails, letters, phone calls, & ZOOM meet-ups.
This past year has certainly been busy with 26 Episodes of the Prison POD being added to Prison tablets across the country! I would like to thank EDOVO for making this happen! You can listen to these podcasts on YouTube – while you are there I’d love it if you would “Like, Share & Subscribe”! https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBsIouxvPau8_33h3XevzQWSPEmQNhlFl&si=Wl8qL-Fp59SnNELf
The North Carolina Field Ministers podcast “Changing Lives, Changing Culture” has been recording in various facilities in North Carolina. We have recorded with several men, 17 episodes, and you can find the recordings here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBsIouxvPau8v7LCGgcNBs6obJ7wj3_gY&si=c5kx9kl_Aa1N_uNp I would like to thank Dream.org for their support of this project!
Frederick Washington is a Field Minster housed at Piedmont Correctional (NC) – he is also a Field Minister and brings Bible based sermons to the format; he has done 9 pieces this past year. You can listen to his sermons: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBsIouxvPau9lguqhux5Z6r3VT8LYeIuZ&si=tvr-HIkBja6p1fWe
We wrapped up the series “Inside Death Row: NC” this year completing 37 Episodes! You can listen to those here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBsIouxvPau_sxAvUR0gzwYPn6V9j09eK&si=NHB3pJ2xzUHh7OyB
“Voices of the Silent” finished recording its first season from Death Row. This is in editing/production stages and will be a feature in 2025! Here is a promo for that show: https://youtu.be/M4z1V9syYP8?si=l2ae9Yid3Yp0GoLW I would like to thank CorrioSPC.org for their assistance with this importance program.
The “California Prison Dog Program – The Power of Unconditional Love” has gathered tons of photos and finished recordings this Fall. This will be a feature the first of the Year, 2025. Please check out Wileys Wish – https://wileyswish.com They do incredible work with the dogs and the men in California prisons. If you can, please consider making a donation to them.
I have a wonderful new logo, thanks to Noah Asher and http://manassaehbook.com/
Now, an update on your host…September 21st while doing yard work I took a fall and broke my wrist. I really wanted to make up a story like “I was skateboarding with my grandchildren” or “I lost my Karate match” (LOL) but I just felt funny lying about it. Worse of all, I had warnings – the roommate said “I thought you weren’t doing yard work today”; my answer “I just want to get these vines down…and down they came along with me! I had just thought, “I should go get the hedge trimmers and cut this, but it is the last one. So fist day of Fall, started with a fall! Needless to say, this has slowed me down, and I have not been able to do much of anything on a computer with a cast, along with the now constant ache with the cast removed. It is getting better…slowly.
Prison POD was able to raise funds this year to provide several facilities with commissary boxes; a total of $500. was used to send commissary to units in California & North Carolina, along a box to Maryland. We paid for 1 month tablet time for 4 individuals ($50. each) and I was able to deposit $275. to cover my text messaging to facilities across the country.
Last, but not least – Prison POD Productions still needs $1500. to wrap up the year. As you can see from all the work I do, the funds will be put to good use. If you can spare even $10.00, it all adds up and pays the bills. All the projects, other than the North Carolina Field Minister podcast, have run on donations and prayers! I appreciate all of you; thank you for your support. https://gofund.me/b0eb765b
So much has been happening! Most importantly, in June, I will be uploading up to 50 episodes of the Prison POD podcast to EDOVO, which will then be available in 42 States, 400 facilities and to 300,000 people! That’s right, tell your loved ones who are incarcerated that there will be the next seasons available probably in July 2024. Then, from September through April of next year (2025) I will be recording two more seasons to be added in June of 2025. I would like to thank Edovo for arranging this to happen! Prison POD is returning!
Inside Death Row: North Carolina has finished up recording. A new Death Row series is in the works; to be announced at a later date. You can listen to IDRNC on YouTube
Thanks to Dream.org , Prison POD Productions has started a new series: North Carolina Field Ministers podcast, “Changing Lives, Changing Culture”. You can find the recordings here: NCFM
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Steven Matthew Clark (Awakening Exchange), Vanessa Rojas (Rising Scholars), Kimberly Carter (Walk In Those Shoes) & Me – Valerie Cartonio (Prison POD Productions. We are all involved with The Awakening Exchange.





So much has happened this past year! I will update over the next couple of weeks.
How e-messaging is changing prison relationships – Phillip Vance Smith ll
Walk in Those Shoes – A favorite site of mine to read the writings of so many not heard anywhere else.
Incarceration and Forgiveness – Research I did for my Senior Project – Peace Studies at the University of Maine
I would like to thank all of those involved with the Awakening Exchange
I wanted to get the Book List up – many have been asking about the books I talk about – here is a beginning list.
***Please Note: If you purchase a book from any of these links, I get a small commission.
Book Recommendations:
Death Row:
Prison:
Updates for the rest of the year will appear here.
Please see this link for current news: Linked In Article

This page will feature writings, and recordings out of various facilities.
Pleasant Valley State Prison, California
Keith Erickson – “Moving Billboards” NEW 8/28/23
Keith Erickson – “The Strength of the Human Spirit” NEW 7/31/23
Nash Correctional, NC
Timothy Johnson “Life Without Parole to Living a Life with Purpose” Part 1. Part 2. NEW – 7/31/23
“Prison reform proposal would promote safer prisons and safer communities“ Timothy Johnson and Phillip Vance Smith ll
Upcoming Speaker – Timothy Johnson
Recording by Phillip Vance Smith ll – Self Advocacy in Prison;
Prison Resources Repurposing Act
North Branch Correctional Institution, MD
August 28th, 2023 – “The Lady & The Lion” – Raheem Rahman reads from his book the “Caged Guerrilla” – slides go along with this reading.
This is a letter from Raheem; he is looking for someone to help him with a couple of projects. Please read the descriptions below:
Hi,
My name is Raheem Rahman and I am an incarcerated person who is about social change, self improvement, and prison reform. To pursue these objectives I’ve just self published my first book, “The Caged Guerrilla” , which is filled with anecdotes and prose that not only highlights prison life but life in general and the need for change.
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To further expound on this I’ve (thank God) created a podcast https://www.iheart.com/…/269-the-caged-guerrilla-the…/ where I go into more detail about the subject matter that is in my book. I’m now trying to start up 2 more projects and I’m looking for support.
Project 1:
I would like to create a photo slide/video clip to a writing of mine called, Strange Fruit; which is a title in my book. See attachment at the end. I am looking for someone who can record my voice and place it over a song that I have created and attach photos and clips to that song and 2 other songs that I have selected. Then I would like to have a YouTube channel created and have this piece posted along with other material.
Project 2:
I have several drawings that I would like to have put on t-shirts and posters. Then I would like to have an account created so we can raise funds to support my objectives.
I’m looking for someone who is technically sound, computer literate, and trustworthy. Who can take my vision and turn it into something tangible that we can put out into the world.
Cont…
Similarly, I am looking for someone who can help build my social media presence by running my social media accounts (link), creating new accounts, posting, etc. Someone who is willing to communicate with me several times a week to keep me abreast of the happenings and to troubleshoot or brainstorm ideas that can help build my brand. Which will in turn, god willing, help obtain the above stated objectives.
I do not have any funds at this time. So I am looking for volunteers or someone who is willing to postpone payment until we generate the funds by the above stated projects.
If you’re interested or have any thoughts please contact me here… and I thank you for your time.
Yours
Raheem Rahman
Raheem Rahman #302554
14100 McMullen Hwy
Cumberland, MD 21502
Raheem can also be reached through the Getting Out app. https://www.gettingout.com/
Raheem A. Rahman
“You know what hip-hop has done to the word ‘Nigger’ I’m trying to do that with the word ‘vandlaism’: bring it back”
-Banksy
I read this quote in a Rolling Stone magazine. Imagine my shock. How could this man say such a thing? I don’t think he meant and disrespect by it; he was just stating a face to make a point. And the fact is: Blacks have brought the work “Nigger” back; they have made it something cool.
A word so derogatory, filled with so much racial degradation, entwined with so much bloodshed and oppression; is now deemed cool, hip, and in some cases endearment. What a strange thing this is.
I am confused in a place that is filled with racial tension. Where White officers have called Black prisoners, “Nigger”, to their faces. In this place I have seen White officers plummet Black prisoners to a bloody pulp. In here they (White officers) carry themselves with an aura of racial superiority and treat the Black prisoner with disdain. They abuse him, disrespect him, oppress and dehumanize…On the flipside, I’ve seen Black prisoners refer to other Black prisoners as “Nigger”. I’ve seen a Black prisoner in conversation with a White officer refer to another Black prisoner as a “Nigger”.
That Nigga so-an-so… That’s the same Nigga that I was telling you such-and-such…”
In here I’ve hear the White prisoner refer to the Black prisoner as his Nigger. The White prisoner was in his cell screaming out his window to the Black prisoner who is in the yard.
“Come on, Man, you know you my nigga!”
“Yeah, I know,” the Black prisoner replies.
Today they say that they are not saying “Nigger” with an “er”; they say they are saying, “Nigga”. With an “a”. As if to say this makes all the difference in the world. Ask this same one to say “mother” or “father” and see if they say this with an “er” or with an “a”.
Today it is as if there is no acknowledgement of where this word has come from; no understanding of how this work has been assimilated into the Black vocabulary. Sadder still, is that there is no recognition of how the word is being indoctrinated in society as a form of hip-hop culture.
“I’m a Nigga, he’s a Nigga, she’s a Nigga; wouldn’t you like to be a Nigga too?”
That’s a song.
Imagine Nat Turner, Marcus Garvey, Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Ella Baker and many others who stood against racial degradation, imagine them hearing that song.
Imagine asking your great grandmother and her father “wouldn’t they like to be Niggas too?” Ask the mother who during time of slavery killed her own children as a way to prevent them from being oppressed and dehumanized; ask her, wouldn’t she like to be a Nigga too? That’s Nigga with an “a” not an “er”.
Ask Billie Holiday, who wrote a song about seeing Black people hanging from trees for no other crime than being Black. Matter of fact, don’t ask her, ask that strange fruit that’s hanging from those trees. Ask them: Wouldn’t they like to be Niggas too?
To me it is a strange thing to hear a person of another race say that it is cool to refer to a Black person as a Nigger. Stranger is our comfortableness with derogatory language in reference to each other. We have gone from calling our fellow man “Brother” to calling him “Nigga”; from calling our women “Sister” to calling them “Bitch” . Like throwback jerseys, words of the past are now in style.
After all that Blacks have been through and all that we still continue to go through. For some reason we still don’t get it. Instead of making change for the better it seems that we’re changing for the worst. Instead of marching our feet to themes of revolution we are tapping our feet to tunes of degradation. Instead of breaking the chains; we continue to imprison ourselves. Where one generation has fought for our education; the other is now shunning a book. Instead of being victimized by others we are now predatory to ourselves. We have gone from slogans of Black pride to: A Nigga for life…”
And what is sad about this epidemic is that it has made a people sp shameless; so lost to the realities of their predicament. But what can I say: Black people…
…What a Strange Fruit.
Rahman, Raheem A. “The Caged Guerrilla: An Anthology” ©2015
pages 132-134.
Raheem is NOT serving life, but has been incarcerated over 20 years.
I didn’t want to create another page yet, but want his information out there.

Raheem Rahman #302554
14100 McMullen Hwy, Cumberland, MD 21502
Raheem Rahman is an author who wrote the book “The Cage Guerrilla“.

He also has a podcast that goes along with the book; each compliment the other. You can listen to his podcast here: The Caged Guerrilla podcast
Published work: Reiter’s Block – Raheem Rahman “A Man Apart”
Midwest Books to Prisoners Community Zine 2023 – next to the last page is Raheem’s poem “Free Me”.
Madness – Washington Writers – A piece from his book

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Update…Prison POD podcasts will still be available in MAINE facilities through Edovo. They are uploading the podcast at no cost, in Maine only. Prison POD podcast will also be available on YouTube, starting with Season 2.
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UPDATED: July 31, 2023 – Season 3 is now posting; at this time there are 4 episodes up.
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So, let’s catch up! I had some recording glitches the last few recording. I have switched my recording platform and it seems to have fixed it. That being said the last 2 podcasts have clicking when I talk; thankfully not the guests!
Unfortunately, there were many issues with Lorri Britt’s talk. Please look at her book; I read it cover to cover; as a Mom, it really hit the heartstrings! I am still working on editing her talk, and hope to salvage all of her!
Please visit my YouTube channel and SUBSCRIBE – Prison POD Productions , this helps me and it will send you a message when a new YouTube video is posted. Thank you!
Season 2 just wrapped up, and the podcasts were sent off to Edovo to be placed on the tablets. I am working on getting the podcast on ViaPath – it is taking some time, but it is in motion.
Season 3 will be back in September 2023
Update…Last month I recorded with Sheila Bruno, author of “Wife After Prison“. Sadly, there were many issues with the recording, and it will require more editing. I wanted to make sure you visited her site, and explore her book.
Last week I talked with Leigh Goodmark, author of “Imperfect Victims“.
I’d like to thank Tavares James & John McLaughlin for being guests on Season 2 Episode 5. We had a great conversation about Entrepreneurship & How to get Where you are going!
I had the opportunity to attend a ZOOM called “Imagining Freedom”.
I am sharing multiple links to the guests and materials here:
LINKS & BOOKS
Michel Foucault – Discipline & Punish
John Edgar Wideman – Brothers & Keepers
Solitary Confinement as a Juvenile
Jackie Sumell & Timothy James Young – Solitary Garden
Formerly Incarcerated College Graduates Network
NEWS INSIDE – The Marshall Project – request a subscription for your loved one.
Where the River Bends: Considering Forgiveness in the Lives of Prisoners
A Guide to Preparing for Parole Hearings in Maryland
Imperfect Victims: Criminalized Survivors and the Promise of Abolition Feminism
N*gga Theory: Race, Language, Unequal Justice, and the Law
The Caged Guerrilla (podcast)
It has been a while since I have updated the website. I hope to add more here soon. I want to add a link here to the “California Prison Dog Programs: The Power of Unconditional Love”
Welcome to the 1/2 way point of 2025! The Prison POD just sent Season 4 to Edovo to be uploaded to tablets in jails and prisons across the country. Last year the Prison POD had over 74,000 listens! Check out the latest recordings on YouTube. The largest project yet was “The California Prison Dog Program”…
Lots of recordings ready for edits –
This wraps up the year! December 4, 2024 First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude for all of the support this past year, from guests, to online trainings and meetings, emails, letters, phone calls, & ZOOM meet-ups. This past year has certainly been busy with 26 Episodes of the Prison POD being…
Steven Matthew Clark (Awakening Exchange), Vanessa Rojas (Rising Scholars), Kimberly Carter (Walk In Those Shoes) & Me – Valerie Cartonio (Prison POD Productions. We are all involved with The Awakening Exchange.
So much has happened this past year! I will update over the next couple of weeks. How e-messaging is changing prison relationships – Phillip Vance Smith ll Walk in Those Shoes – A favorite site of mine to read the writings of so many not heard anywhere else. Incarceration and Forgiveness – Research I did…
ALL Writings are copyright by the authors – Updated June 23, 2023
I received a text this morning from Phillip Vance Smith ll with a link to his latest writing:
Lost in Transit: Digitization of Mail Expands Surveillance Beyond Prisons
I received a letter back in April, I am just getting to; this is a piece of it:
“Hi, my name is Harold Brothers Jr. I am 31 years old. I’m currently incarcerated in county jail in a small town in Sequin Texas. I’m writing this letter to see if you can possibly help me find a pen-pal.
To be honest, I’m lonely, I really don’t have any family and I need somebody to talk to again.”
Harold Brothers Jr, So#09359-01, Guadalupe County Adult Detention Center, 2615 N. Guadalupe St., Sequin, Texas, 78155
I received this writing with a short letter from Andrew A SEASON IN THE ABYSS: Finding Light in a Dark Place.
A SEASON IN THE ABYSS
Finding Light in a Dark Place
John Milton said, “The mind is its own place and, in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven.” Indeed, it is the mind that matters. The Stoics teach us that it is not circumstances but rather one’s inner state that is of most importance. On a related note, Tolstoy said, “There are no conditions to which a person cannot grow accustomed…”. What do you do when life takes you down a dark road and circumstances seem overwhelming? You change your mentality, which is exactly what I was forced to do.
I was taken into police custody in February of 2006. In November of that same year, I was given a life sentence and officially began my time in prison. Prison in my State rarely resembles the worst of Hollywood stereotypes, but its bad enough – especially when you have no release date.
It can get much darker if you indulge in feelings of bitterness, self-loathing, rage and despair. I’ll never forget two lessons I learned early on. I was sitting with a buddy of mine when he pointed at a guy near us with a pathetic, miserable look on his face and said, “That is someone who thinks about the wrong stuff!” Another time someone I had been talking to looked at me and told me straight up: “You’re a complainer.” I did not want to be a complainer, and I did not want to be that guy who stewed in thoughts of self-pity. What does it mean to find the light? It means a life suffused with meaning, an abiding sense of peace and positivity, and a feeling of being connected rather than lost in isolation. Prison is very interesting because it can lead you both ways; certainly, you can find yourself drawn deeper into the abyss, but it provides a unique opportunity to rise up and become stronger.
“How hard, how cruel, this process of becoming a man,” wrote Albert Camus. I had so many issues to work through when I started, and I couldn’t stay stagnant lest I got stuck in that place of darkness and turmoil. Life teaches you many lessons automatically, but you must put in the work as well. It is a slow excruciating process that requires diligent effort and a hard spirit of perseverance. I realized early on that family is very important. My parents have been great! I have talked to my Mom nearly every day, and I don’t know what I would have done without those conversations. You can’t rely on other people to get you through, but it certainly helps to have outside support. I get letters and reading materials. I have phone calls and visits. People support me financially. I am constantly aware of the love and concern they have for me – I am extremely grateful for it, and it is a great boon to me in a life that can often contain great struggle.
A new level of adversity to prison life was added when I hurt myself lifting weights. Because I was so obsessive, and because I did not understand the nature of my physical condition. I made it worse by working out more. The pain became so invasive that most of the time I just sat there, as still as possible. It hurt to read, it hurt to write, and it hurt to do other daily activities tht other people take for granted. I had to humbly request assistance and even pay people to do certain things for me. The experience of living with severe pain forced me to consider life from a new perspective and recalibrate my thinking. The mind-body connection comes into play strongly: if you’re stressed and depressed, you feel worse. Don’t talk about it, don’t fixate on it, don’t feel sorry for yourself. I don’t wish chronic pain on anyone, but it will change you-for the better if you respond correctly. I am better at handling anxiety; I have learned to accept reality with fortitude rather than complain about it. In short, I abide by the motto of my Scottish ancestors, Clan Lindsay, and “Endure Boldly” (translated from the Latin- Endure Fort).
Nearly every man here wants a female companion, they can be hard to find. Additionally, it can create more problems than it solves. I was blessed to find a young woman (on prisnpenpals.com) who needed me as much as I needed her. Years ago, an astute therapist pointed out that I had an issue with feeling unlovable (I knew family loved me, but they are supposed to love me). When my pen pal wrote me and told me unequivocally that she loved me, it was a game changer. Something hard and icy melted inside, eliminating an obstacle to my personal growth. It wasn’t long before I had a “conversion” experience where I felt light bursting through me and I knew I was no longer an atheist. Tha put me on a new trajectory that gives me context for my decision- making as well as strength and inspiration as I face life’s challenges. It was challenging, and quite painful, when the woman in question told me recently that she needed to move on with her life. I was able to handle it, however. I miss our interactions and I don’t understand why she couldn’t take time for me; nevertheless, I’m not bitter. Instead, I am grateful for the time we had together (acquaintances to romantic partners to loving friends), and I am thankful for the gift she gave me.
It is now 2023, and I’m doing much better both mentally and physically. I’m not depressed like I used to be. My stress levels are lower; things that used to worry and upset me do so muc less. I have a great relationship with my family – they are proud of my progress and enjoy the new, more pleasant version of me. I write poetry, I meditate, and I listen to music on my recently acquired tablet. My spiritual life is vibrant and helps me greatly with life’s ongoing struggles. The lyrics of Metal Church are apropos: “I know these are the badlands/Somehow I’ll find my way.” These are indeed the badlands, and the way ahead can appear dark, but I discovered a Light that shines within. © Andrew White 2023
I received this writing in a email in response to JJ’s writing (scroll down to 11/30/22) “Letter from J.J. – Magpie:
I was surprised on Christmas Eve (2022) with this letter from Inside Death Row:
Valerie,
Thank you, so very much. Even though you do not celebrate the season we appreciate your recognition of us at this time. I’m walking around and I’m talking to Paul right now he says,thanks for the kind words .have a Happy and safe holiday season. Now I’m talking to Mario he,s engaged in activity so I’ll speak for him He say Tell Valerie Hello. I’ve found Jason and Rrome Alone they say hello and wish you well.
Now I’m talking to Fernando as he hasn’t written yet but he is one of the Christian brothers who does celebrate Christmas and he says, hello you’ll be hearing from me soon.
As well as Big Mac the the other Christian brother who will be doin the segment with us Mac says, Thank you Valerie and have a great New Year.
J.J. is gonna type on his own message…Hi Ms Val! Hope all is going well for u. I’m looking forward to working with u on the podcast. I directed people to ur site and got a few compliments, and some for u as well.
Again, hope all is well… Jj
Hello and thank you for thinking of me!
~Marcus
I’m waiting on the last guy who came to us on Death Row he is coming over now he says : May Allah bless you in your endeavours. We Thank you for all you do 🙂
And heres Rodney: I made it to the party. There’s no way I could miss a group shout out to you. Merry Christmas to and Happy New Year.
OK that’s almost everybody I think. Thank you so much and we all appreciate You.
Terrance. 12/24/22
This writing was received the end of Nov. 2022, but it will begin the year off.
A Little Story ( R )
Allow me to finesse these words to your ears
This little story goes back about 35 years
A boy was born healthy and strong
He was nurtured and loved
But at around 6 something went wrong
A series of evil people and events entered his life
This young healthy happy boy plunged into strife
At 7 he was setting fires and killing cats
At 10 he was running away from home
And sleeping in little shacks
At 12 they sent him to a mental ward
And some grownups told him he was insane
So the thoughts and tendencies of a schizophrenic mind
Only got worse in this boy over time
He was led to believe he was dumb and broken
At 15 he fired a gun at someone when no one was lookin
At 16 he was a drug dealer and his child was born
At 17 he was a juvie in jail
What started life as a happy healthy boy
Now rotted in a cell
At 19 he went to prison for robbery
Did 2 years got out and went to Hawaii
He lived the best 6 years of his life on an island
No more meds no more doctors no more cryin
At 27 he moved back home
Wanted to be a dad to his little girl
They were inseparable
She was his world
By 32 he had a good job, motorcycle, nice car
A house with little apple trees in his backyard
His daughter was a happy healthy girl
But at 15 years of age
She was seeing her last days in this world
Something happened to that boy that became a man
Some say his past caught up w3ith him
Seems like he was destined to snap
His mental foothold being dragged down in quicksand
Now at 35 that man is sitting on death row
He destroyed his world after he sold his soul
He tries to think about what went wrong
But all he knows is his child is gone
Then one day this man turns to Allah and becomes Muslim
For the first time in life he has peace and comfort
He may not have his house, his motorcycle or his car
But he has it all in Allah whose presence is never far
So he spends his time praying and writing poems
Hoping maybe he can inspire someone to never stop going
No matter what you’ve gone through in life don’t give up
Hold on to faith and avoid the corrupt
What happens to ones magnificence
When they fall prey to
The whisper of the most intelligent
Persuasion of insignificant words
Meant to activate the mind into coercion
Yet unbeknownst to them
Its subversion
Or simply put
We are enslaved by the mind
To think that life is limited
To a sense of time
Directly influenced by the rewind of our thoughts
Our regret is our fuel for what’s next
And yet we sit
Trapped by the constant wave of Do’s and don’ts, can and wills
Until your mind strikes a deal with the whisper
You now no longer have control and
Time is moving so fast while your moving too slow
And you combust
No longer you yet you just reversed into a life
That whispers a lie
And you die
But because your magnificence
You only die on the outside
And you live on no longer prey to the whisper
His slick songs and easy poems.
You can be no longer trapped
By the persuasion of a false tongue
Because there is light
That’s right
No longer where you thought you’d be.
JB 11/29/22
Below are writings from 2022
2022
Sorry, but Paul’s writing was taken down. To find out more about Paul and his writings visit: Death Qualified
Updated: JJ, Paul and George
Please remember to look at the UPDATES page (updated 12/16/22)
I’d like to know if anyone knows the significance of the links being in red? If you do, email me and you may win a copy of my book “Notes from the Peaceful Sociologist”! prisongram@prisonpod.org (Added 11/14/22)
Letters
I’d like to thank Terrance for first writing to me, and then getting others to listen to the podcast, and to write me their stories. I do not want any conflict with the programming I am doing on the Prison POD podcast that is available in the jails and prisons through Edovo. The New (2nd) podcast will start in January, possible as a YouTube podcast. “Inside Death Row: NC” will be a separate production altogether and available on all platforms to educate people on abolishing the Death Penalty. After several episodes are recorded, then I may submit them to be considered through Jail Education Solutions. This second podcast is to bring awareness to the people living on Death Row.
12/14/22 From Terrance:
These are a few of my favorite things
Hot griddled pancakes and honey thick as molasses
Creme filled red peppers and crushed ice in glasses
All of the songs Whitney Houston did sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Fresh milk in the morning and a cold moonlit night
Puppies a howlin’ and planes that zip outta sight
Wonders of adventures tomorrow may bring
These are a few of my favorite things
Three cheese lasagnas and Californian red dinner wines
Tall sassy ladies with smiles that do shine
The roar of the crowd when the game’s last buzzer rings
These are a few of my favorite things
“When the dog bites, when the bees sting
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
Then I don’t feel soooo bad!!!”
(In The Sound of Music, Richard Rodgers wrote the music and Oscar Hammerstein II wrote the lyrics to the song “My Favorite Things.” – Last paragraph)
12/14/22 – Poems by JJ
12/14/22 – Desert Trek – JJ
Walking through the desert of lost souls
I want to cry, if only to taste my own pain.
But the tears are all dried up
And the acid-trail of scorched Flesh
Leave scars that all can see.
While trying to heal your wounded spirit
Revelations of who you were
Sparkled like diamond
Amid the arid desert sands.
Like Icarus of old,
You flew to high
Leaving your wings scorched and singed
Your spirit bereft of solace
You became an angel in exile
In the oasis of your mind
Believing a thinly-veiled myth
That you deserve nothing
Humanity had to offer
The longer we walked
The more you revealed
Of you battered soul
And slowly, but with steps sure and true
Healing began, if only for you.
JJ
Hidden Truths
When walking in the night
Dark shadows dancing to and Fro
I go where I know not
Only knowing I must go.
When truth and lies
All mix together
In a witches brew of poison,
Truth scalds the roiling cauldron,
Only to die an ignoble death.
It seems as though I’ve lived my life
Balanced on the knife-edge of redemption,
Only to see it granted to others.
I find myself out of options:
So now I soldier on,
Waving my flag of truce,
Hoping I reach my destination
And find a little truth.
JJ
12/14/22 – Deafening Silence – JJ
I can still hear your voice
But your silence is deafening.
It speaks words I refuse to hear.
Your voice echoes inside the dark halls of my soul.
Why do you maintain this silence, this distance?
I long to speak your name, but I am unable to do so
Without being reminded of your silence, your deafening silence.
Does my memory exist inside your heart
Or is it a demon long since vanquished?
I yearn to exorcize the ghost of your memory
Yeat am defeated time and again.
Now it is this deafening silence I need to destroy,
Before I am reduced to madness.
JJ
11/30/22 – Letter from J.J. – Magpie
10/11/2022
“I go by my initials, J.J. I am 53 yrs. old & have been locked up 32 years, having been arrested October 13, 1990. I can not claim to be innocent or wrongly accused. I can say what happened those many years ago was tragic and not my desire, but I was there and I participated. I have co-defendants, yet I’m the only one on Death Row.”
Through a really random event, I was introduced to a young lady in Germany. She’d wrote a guy here, but he was already in a relationship, so he gave me her letter. I wrote to her, explained the circumstances, and we immediately hit it off, becoming friends, then something more.
Her name is M. She is 29 years old and works as a social worker, working in a sort of halfway house for troubled teens. There’s 8 rooms for teens, and it’s open to boys and girls. They have drug problems, have been mistreated at home, are criminal-minded and or have mental health issues. A stressful job in my opinion, but one she went to college to get her degree in, and again going to college to further her studies.
As I said, we wrote to each other, The turn-around for mail in Germany and back is longer than I like, but thankfully we can now use TextBehind, Tablet texting, and telephone.
So, as we got to know one another we started to grow closer. I admit to having been smitten from the start, and I can’t put my finger on one thing and say “That’s” why I love her. It’s everything as a whole.
I eventually asked for photos to be exchanged and she is just gorgeous. I loved her before I ever got a photo, but it deepened when I saw her.
Then she got a Skype account, getting a U.S. phone number. That way the cost would be something I could afford, if not as often as I wanted, at least often enough that we’ve gotten to know each other on a deeper level than I’ve ever known someone.
Sometime we’d talk for a couple of hours at a time, but usually just an hour or so, but talking several days in a row. She’s able to deposit money in my phone account to augment what I’m able to add to it, so we both “pay our way” so to speak.
She also got on my Tablet Contact Page. We text alot. I’m actually amazed at the things we’ve shared. Some of the subjects and things are traumas from our pasts that few, if anyone knows about. We’ve cried and laughed over these things, One important thing she shared with me, and I have her permission to mention it, was an incident that occurred between her and her brother, a molestation that happened when she was 11 years old. Ms. Valerie, my heart broke when I heard the pain that’s still with her, the violation she experienced. It affected me so much that I wrote a…Fable, I guess you’d call it. It was meant to acknowledge her experience and try to allow some healing to take place.
So, I wrote it and read it to her on the phone. We were both crying by the time I finished. No one had ever done anything like that for her, hadn’t seemed to care like I did, and that really touched me in a way that defies description, but also in a way that…well, was transcendental. And she said it did help.
On May 11th of this year, 2022, I called her. I’d debated with myself about this, but I finally told her that I loved her, that I’d been in love with her from the start. She already knew, and I felt she loved me as well, and she said SHE DID! I was so nervous about telling her, but it was really obvious anyway, but putting it into words made it more real. And to hear her say she loved me as well, that was an amazing moment.
All was well and great, until it wasn’t. Where before, we each had a “wake up” text for each other waiting, every morning, ond day in August the texts were sporadic. I already felt like she liked a guy she’d mentioned a lot, and truth be known I wanted her to be happy and I wasn’t there to do that. So one day she texted me and said she’d gotten close to that guy, and wanted to see if they could make a life together. My world shattered, Ms. Valerie. Shattered.
All I got was the text, saying I should go on as before, like I never knew her. We’d had an agreement that she wouldn’t ghost on me, wouldn’t leave me wondering what happened. And she kept her promise, but I couldn’t stop loving her, couldn’t imagine being without her.
So, she didn’t drop the Skyp# or remove contact from my tablet, but she wouldn’t talk on the phone and her responses to my texting were cold and impersonal. She even took my name. There was no greetings or salutations, just a bit of data, here and there. And I refused to give up, and accepted what I could get. I knew there would come a day when she would find someone, but I thought I’d always have a place with her.
A few weeks later we finally talked. I didn’t like it, but I did my best to support her. I still loved her and didn’t try to hide it, but it darn-near broke me. I didn’t have a mental breakdown, per se, but I wasn’t myself and I wasn’t handling it well. It caused problems with the guys here, as they saw me slowly melt down and change into someone I’d not been before. Then it happened. That guy finally showed his true colors. He knew he couldn’t have sex with her unless her told her he loved her, but all he was after was sex, and then he wasn’t able to…perform. Then he told her it was over. That broke her. Literally, she had a breakdown. She’d thought they were gonna build a life together, and he was only using her.
We talked on the phone amidst her breakdown. Out of all people she could’ve talked to, she asked me to call her, and I did. It was really bad, and I was scared fro her. She acted out in ways I didn’t expect, but she finally got in touch with her Mom and got herself back.
We started talking again and we are now back together again. We’re still building, still growing, and as crazy as this sounds, I feel we’ve grown closer, in some odd way, ‘cause we were both hurt and we both still loved each other. It took a while before she could say it again, that she loved me still. She asked me to be patient with her, and give her time to come to terms with things, so I didn’t rush her, but I still made my position known, often.
I have several pet names for her. One is Ms. Honey-Sweet, as her name, in German, means honey and sweet. Also, when she was a young girl, she adopted a baby magpie and raised it until it could fly away on its own. It would follow her around and she’d hide food for it to find, so it could survive on its own. So, I call her my Little Magpie, or just Magpie.
I have a chance to get off The Row. I expect it to happen. That gives me and my Magpie hope for the future. Not False hope, but real, honest hope-We’ve come through the fire, been burned but remained true to ourselves, even if she dumped me by a text..
She’s a good girl that’s been thru lots of trauma, but so have I. I have complex PTSD< OCD and depression. I’m on meds, as is she. She means the world to me, but I’m sure to lose her again one day.
Whether I get out or not, there’s a large age gap, of 24 years. That’s not a small thing, but it’s something I’m preparing for, mentally. I have to.
We’re back to calling a lot, texting a lot and sharing even more of our lives with each other. I’ve written some of my best poetry on account of her. Both prior to, during and post break-up. Whether we last another month or until I get off The Row, I’ll always love My Magpie and always want her to be happy. When it comes time for her to move on, if and when she does, I’ll still want her to be happy and have a fulfilling life.
So that’s my Magpie story. Hope you find it interesting, and know that I’ve not really put it into words like this before. Not to this extent.
Again, if you wanna get in touch, I’m quite willing to correspond, however you wish. And again, I appreciate what you do and what you stand for. Take care. JJ
J.J. is a poet; I hope to have some of his poems soon.
10/23/22 (Added 11/09/22) – Letter from Marcus –
Hello, my name is Marcus and I’m a death row prisoner in Raleigh N. Carolina . In 2007 a friend of mine and fellow death row prisoner Eric took his own life by hanging himself inside of a janitor’s closet; he wasn’t discovered until hours later. The next morning we were notified by guards what he had done. My friend ended his life because he could no longer endure the monotony of everyday with no prospect of growth, the ever growing separation of his family and the amazing sense of despair being here has on all of us.
We were both kids, coming here at 19 years old; scared because neither of us had never been to prison before nor had we really been in trouble before so every story we’ve ever heard became a magnified reality. We were angry because we were depicted as monsters to a “jury of our peers’ ‘, which turned out to be a bunch of white people who lived nowhere near our communities. We were ignorant kids/teenagers, misguided and immature; who knew nothing about the value of life because we so little of it ourselves. We needed help, instead we were both condemned to death without given a chance at reform.
The Death Penalty is supposed to be reserved for the worst of the worst of cases but do you know that the majority of the guys on N. Carolina’s death row are/were drug addicts, drug dealers, drunkards, mentally ill, domestic violence, perpetrators and teenagers.
Does this sound like the worst of the worst? To deny a chance at rehabilitation is a miscarriage of justice.
The Death Penalty in N. Carolina is used as a political tool, a play by politicians and public office holders to voice during their campaigns that they’re “tough on crime.”
I am by no means condoning any crimes committed or absolving anyone of responsibility; I believe in accountability but I also believe in change, in growth, and the chance to do both.
Since my friends death I have joined a caretakers program here at Central Prison that allows me to healp and assist those suffering from mental illness and while that program has been shut down due to COVID I still help with the mentally ill and I have also become an orderly to help with the disabled. I’ve completed numerous programs/classes and I’m currently pursuing goals such as my own podcast, giving speeches and writing a memoir.
Basically I’ve grown up. I’ve matured and I’m so sorry for every tear drop I’ve ever caused. I know that every life has value and now, including my own.
Thank you, Marcus
George (10/17/22) updated/finished 12/01/22
As a professional writer and poet, I often interact with people on the outside to engage the public for book-related events, interviews, etc. One question I get asked a lot is “What’s it like on Death Row?” = or some variation of it. I’ve been asked it so many times over the years it became the seed idea for a book, on which I collaborated with a College Professor. It’s called “Bone Orchard: Reflections of Life Under Sentence of Death” and was recently published. It seeks to answer that question, capturing the multifaceted experience living with a death sentence, what makes it distinct from serving time with a release date.
Thing is, much of life here is as mundane and indistinguishable from life anywhere else, whether in prison or out of it. I want to share an experience with you that speaks to the universality of humanity. It’s about gratitude.
Five or six months ago, around my 41st birthday, I was feeling a bit glum, despondent. It seemed like several things in my life were going wrong. The hot water in my sink was broken, I’d had a fight with my neighbor, a bunch of my mail was damaged when I got it – or had disappeared before it could reach me. I found my joy leaving me, and I felt grumpy and discontented.
One night I read a poem called “Love”. I can’t remember the author’s name. For about six weeks, I think, he took time every day to write down one thing he loved from his day. Basically the poem was the weeks-long-list he’d created over that period, and it included a little of everything, big and small. He loved the flavor of this food, he loved chatting with his friends, he loved the way that person looked. And so on.
By the end of the poem, I was near tears at the simplicity and beauty of it, and my spirit was convicted because I realized I’d been ignoring the countless blessings and pleasures of my life. I’d taken them for granted. I’d also be preoccupied with the handful of distractions. So the next morning, while I did my daily devotions and Bible study, I opened in prayer as usual – but this time I decided to just thank God for everything. I started naming specifics, like, Thank you, God, for the delicious cereal this morning; thank you for getting my lazy butt out of bed to exercise; thank you that my sciatica isn’t too painful this morning…
Well this went on for about ten minutes, but I realized two things. The first, I noticed by item number ten, was I felt joy flooding my soul! I understood right then about CHOOSING to focus on what I was grateful for, it switched my mood from gloomy to joyful: we have the power to choose our moods, or at least influence them.
The second thing I noticed was that the list was going on and on…meaning, I was grateful for A LOT of things. I decided to do what the poet had done. I would keep a sort of “gratitude journal” for six weeks, to cultivate an attitude of gratitude. I wanted to restore my joy. Remember, joy is a distinct part of my personality, so I was setting out to restore myself to myself.
And it worked! Everyday I’d write down a few things from the day I was grateful for, and not only did my prodigal joy move back home in my heart, but I discovered that i was now LOOKING for the good, the positive, the daily miracles in the world around me rather than zooming in on the dark, negative, and broken. It’s not that I quit seeing those things, I just chose not to focus on them.
And, at the end of the six weeks, I reviewed my list and felt inspired to pick out ten things to use as a poem, similar to the one I’d read that so profoundly impacted me. Here’s what I came up with:
Ten Things I Love
1) Routinely waking up a 4a.m. while the prison sleeps.It’s as if the concrete softens when foamed in silence.
2) Filling my clear tumbler with scalding water, scooping in dusty coffee, then watching it bloom through the water. Like the emotion I feel when my girlfriends laughs at my jokes.
3) When my buddy Kenny(whose dementia makes him unsteady as hell) suddenly buckled at the knee, I caught him just inches off the floor. In front of witnesses.
4)When I called my elderly mother, I honestly thought my sister had answered – s o strong, steady, and wrinkle-fee, her voice.
5) The perfectly shaped handprints on the floor of Cliff’s cell. He has ratcheted out so many push-ups in the same spot, his palm sweat has black stained the gray cement.
6) Remembering how respect washed over our prison chaplain’s face her first day, when she borrowed my Bible to locate a verse and discovered my underlines, highlights, and notes covering every single page.
7) When I saw white dust all over the navy blue apron draped across my chest during a haircut, I thought it was baby powder, not gray hair.
8) I am still grateful for the tingly feeling in my belly that signals a great poem idea…though it also means I need to poop.
9) I love how loopy time is. Despite being in prison seventeen years, freedom feels as fresh as yesterday. At the same time, it feels like prison is all I’ve ever known.
10) The euphoria triggered by late-afternoon light. It has a mystical, dreamlike quality. Rocks spew water and walls crumble at a word in light like this. It reminds me: anything is possible.
Hello, my name is Joshua (Muslim Talib Abdul). I am a new inmate on Death row in North Carolina. Another inmate said I should write you and listen to your podcast.
This is a short little piece that I hope can inspire people in prison and out. I write short stories and poems and hope to always find a way to get the best part of me out there.
Thank you for what you do. Talib
Wow, death row. I never thought growing up that I would end up here. But here I am. The new guy on death row. As of now I’ve only been here about 4 months. I could tell you all about how I don’t deserve to die and that I just needed help but the truth is I’m here and this is my reality.
Some may wonder what it’s like to be the new guy on death row. Some may think that the new guy would be “tried” and that I shouldn’t drop the soap (hahaha), the the reality here in North Carolina couldn’t be more different than the stereotypes perpetrated by tv and Hollywood based on places like San Quentin or Huntsville. It’s kind of funny to me because I’m one of the youngest guys here at 35 years old, whereas, the average age around here is probably 45 yrs old, maybe more. It has been one hell of a surprise to see that these men here are so laid back and easy going compared tot he wild and crazy life on regular population. These guys just want to live, Palin and simple.
The first night here on the row I came on the block just before count. The doors locked me in and I didn’t even unpack. I had a brand new pencil, for those of you who know you understand I got my hand around the sharpest object I could grab in the spur of the moment. I nervously waited for the door to pop (open) so somebody come come to my room and try me. I just got sentenced to death row and I decided I wasn’t going out like a punk. But as the days went on and no one ran down on me I learned a lot about the men in this pod and on death row all together. People would try to give me things (food, pens, pencils, stamps etc. etc.) but I would always politely decline. I’ve learned one the past four months that these men are really just good men trying to help the new guy because they know what it is like with a death sentence. They genuinely cared and just wanted to help.
Acceptance is the key to successfully navigate a situation like this. Accepting that I’m on death row doesn’t mean I give up but how does on handle a poor situation without first excepting it for what it is. The best way for me to live and progress while being on death row is to stay healthy mentally, spiritually and physically. I do this by reading books, writing stories and poems. I do this by accepting Islam, which has truly been the best thing I’ve done with my life, and I do this by exercising daily.
I have no family, no outside support, nobody to rely on but myself so I live for the most life. I prepare myself by being close to Allah (SWT) and living the way the Prophet Muhammad (s) (and his Ahl-ul-Bayt) have instructed me to live. For the people reading this who are in prison or have been to prison or have family in prison then you know about respect among convicts. You treat people with respect and a strong calm you get some in return, but if you cause problems then you get problems.
As the new guy here I still have a lot to learn and I’m slowly but surely getting settled in my routine of everyday. As a matter of fact I’ll end this letter here because the clothes on my clothes line are dry and need to be folded (hahaha for those who know). My story doesn’t end here, not now, not yet. I refuse to give up hope. For now, I’m still alive and be it Allah’s will I’ll wake up tomorrow and improve upon today. 9/27/22
*Please note: This letter was written with i, i’m etc. with lower case letters. Due to spell check correcting it over and over again, I let it correct it. I did not want to change the original way it was written.
Mario – 10/03/22
Hello, My name is Mario. I’m African American. 54 yrs old. On death row in N.C. since 10/17/2007. incarcerated since 12/19/2003 soon to be 19 yrs.
I was introduced to you death row podcast by another death row inmate TC who I consider a big brother and also a fellow Christian brother who attends worship service and bible study with me here on the row.
Todays 9/29/22 Thursday. I was just introduced to your death row pod cast 9/28 by TC but I just watched your podcast on the death penalty today. #17 and #1 introduction, and also #9 Letters (#9 I think) I enjoyed them all and plan on continuing to listen and learn as much as I can and take advantage of what you are offering.
I aint gonna lie Valerie, I hate listening to anything without being able to see a face. I prefer putting a face to whomever speaking but I’m just now learning what a podcast is all about, as they didn’t as far as I know, have all this in 2003, my last year out in society.
Anyway, let me tell a little about myself so you and what ever audience, you will be speaking to will know something more detail detail and personal about Mario (me).
Firstly, I’m a African American male, 54 yrs old, born in 1968, in a small town in rural North Carolina.
Little hole in the wall, rural country town, that’s very small. We didn’t even have a traffic light, no strip malls, shopping stores, nothing like that.
We apparently preferred to remain secluded and hidden and it was o.k. with me too.
My family and I live within the city limits , ups on a hill, the loudest, craziest and most unorganized of all the blacks in our town.
We are known as the Hell raisers, the crazy ass family that drink, do drugs, raise hell, and break the law all the time.
My family and I had a very bad reputation in my town and we was all very known for that as well as stayed in trouble with the Law, as they was constantly called to come up on the Hill where my family from my Mothers side of the family resides.
As it was my great grandparents who owned the land, which was one time a lot of acres. Not sure what there story was, as I only met my great grand mother as a 8-9 yr. old child, and she never talked about anything pertaining to her upbringing, or her parents. As a matter of fact, she never ever complained or spoke ill against no living soul that I can recall, and she impressed upon me and I gravitated towards her. She seemed the only normal and caring adult on the Hill, that was relatable and balanced and she was the Matriarch of our family. She lived to be 88 yrs old & passed in 1977. I was 8-9 yrs old, the saddest day my life, her passing.
After my grandmother passed, Momma and Me and My 3 brothers bounced around from town to town. There was always problems with in our household of some sorts.
Momma did the best she could, I suppose, as it couldn’t be easy raising 4 hard headed boys alone (my brothers and I).
Fast Forward to Presence – NOW.
Since my incarceration 12/19/2003, this has been a very long and strenuos journey, a lot of highs and lows (lows). This journey being on death row here, has taken me places mentally and spiritually, that had I not been here on death row, I would’ve never ever had the chance to have experienced these things.
Some good. Some very very bad, and I’ve had to heal from all the stress, suffering eternally, that I’ve had to endure as a result of having to deal with what has put me here since 12/19/2003.
I’ still living with a lot of regret, hurt, pain, shame, and mental torture from having to live with what put me here.
Trying to better understand, how, why this shameful and cruel and heinous violent crime was a result of My doing. A man who has never been arrested for any kind of violence, ever. Who wouldn’t hurt a dear whenever I went hunting with my friends. Who couldn’t hurt the will animals in my yard, everyday destroying my property or when the neighborhood guys would fight me, or try and hurt me. I condone violence, all those years and would never allow hatred to live in my heart or thoughts to rule my life ever, but I still ended up in prison, death row of all places, for the rest of my nature life. Who would’ve thought that, not me, or anyone who knew “Me”, that’s never who I’ve been, ever.
While I’ve been here 19 years soon to be, I’ve worked on me, my attitude, my anger behind it all, my depression & anxiety that’s almost caused me to give up on life, as I saw no point living caged up like an animal, in a criminal system, that’s broken, and only make your life worser that what it is & miserable. Constantly with all the many personalities around Me, Officers & Inmates. I had to either forgive myself and find a purpose for my life, or give up and die from pain and hurt and shame and guilt and the disgrace I put on my Momma and grandmother, brothers and rest family, which I am truly sorry.
I finally after years of depression & Bipolar and anxiety and stress from it all, I finally reached out to God to help me live again, to set me free from all the pain and sorrow that was in my heart, thoughts and that has caused me not to care about myself. I felt what was the point. I’m in Prison. Nothing good comes out of prisoners.
I was wrong. What I finally learned is you make the best with what you got, and that why not start in prison, to change my thinking, behavior, attitude about life.
I’ve started to go to church, bible study, started my own bible study, took classes, visit psychiatrist and psychologist, doing talk therapy as I call it. I try and make people around me better by mentoring and counseling whomever I can. I share foo with the have nots. I try and inspire and encourage as many as zi can, to show there there not alone.
I ain’t no saint, but I’m working on myself, I feel I owe it to so many people that I’ve hurt to change from the inside out, and do something about my condition instead of just watching & complaining about it and doing nothing.
I’m not where I exactly want or need to be just yet. However, I’m not where I used to be neither. Amen. God is good all the time and without the Love and Mercy of God, and his forgiveness, I would’ve never made it this far. All praises are due to God.
This is My Story (parts of it)
Sincerely, Mario 10/3/2022
Rodney – 9/24/22
“No Monsters Here”
This place isn’t at all like I thought it would be. I expected it to be dark and gloomy and full of sadness and it is, but those things are actually undertones, existing just beneath the surface. However, on the surface there is an unwavering pursuit of life, for even the least hopeful among us spend each day living, and that surprised me. Though convicted a monster and sentenced to death, I found no monsters here. Now, I expected to be confined to a cell twenty-three hours a day with one hour out for recreation. I found myself assigned to a bunk in the day soon area of a cell block designed to house sixteen people. You see, due to overcrowding, only 15 cells were occupied and the remaining cell was reserved for myself and the other three men who were assigned to bunks as well. I had been used in similar conditions prior to this point, but being among some of the presumed worst criminals in the country, this had me feeling a bit dry. The prospect of sleeping out in the open among other convicted murderers didn’t dit well with me at all, but there was no avoiding it. Well, actually there was. I could’ve expressed my discomfort to custody staff and they would’ve provided me with a cell. But, that accommodation would have come with the classification of “protective custody”. Now, to have that label was more unappealing to me than sleeping the bunk out in the…( this letter was sent text message, and they are only allowed so many characters; each time this happens I will add…)
Page 2…open. Stange, but it was. So, I pushed aside my apprehensions and adjusted to my new environment. After all, other guys were sleeping out on bunks. I reasoned, if they could do it, so could i. Words can’t truly express the experience of my first day on death row. It was surreal, sort of something of the “Twilight Zone”, where you find yourself someplace you don’t belong and you have no idea how you got there. That’s what it was like for me. Although not quite as harrowing as on might expect, I liken it to a nightmare, only there is no escape from it because there is no waking from reality. Well, though fear wasn’t a factor of the equation, I processed my predicament with caution should any trouble come my way, but it didn’t. To my utter amazement I met men who had developed a community of kinship predicted by their shared condemnation. Here, race, creed, and religion merged in the brotherhood of those living in the shadow of death. In this, there was no hostility as I was welcomed into the fold of the said living dead. Now, the process of getting a cell was one of a waiting list that was in constant rotation.Whenever someone got an infraction, upon their release from solitary confinement, they list their cell to the next person in line on the bunks. this is how I eventually got a cell, about six months after I got on death row. Being in a prison cell can be a daunting experience, especially for someone who is claustrophobic… (Page 3)…Fortunately, I’m not. Nor am I bothered by the stifling aloneness the solitude of a cell imposes. With nothing but impenetrable walls of concrete and a small window that doesn’t open, one must have a fair amount of mental fortitude. For while there are no monsters here, there are demons; monsters of the psychological kind that are both merciless and inescapable. Unbidden, memories come alive like Lazarus from the grave; memories you thought long forgotten or had forgotten you even had. Traumatic childhood memories tucked away in your subconscious. Embarrassing or shameful memories willed into un-remembrance. A cell will draw them from those hidden places in your mind for you to face. In my youth I had heard many “war stories” about prison and the myriad of situations one might face. But, the humiliation, the regret, the anguish; no one mentioned anything about this psychological suffering, and actually, I can understand why. Few people are willing to bear the torment of having their mind turned inside out because that’s what being alone in a cell is like. One of the few, I confess my struggle. I have spent many days and nights alone in my cell reflecting upon my life. Everything I can remember has been remembered with startling clarity, Deeply humbles by this predicament of being on death row, I have faced myself in the mirror searching for a monster, yet it remains unfound. Nor among the other men here have I seen anything monstrous. Now as…(Page 4)…as far as I know, this is the only death row unit like this in the country. Unlike other death row units, we are allowed out of our cells from 7AM to 10:45PM. During this time we can socialize in a day room area where we can play tabletop games and watch television. We also have the privilege of going outside for an hour a day where we can play basketball, workout, or simply walk around stretching our limbs and getting some fresh air. Surprisingly, in this open environment with men who are considered the worst of the worse, there is a remarkable level of humanity that exists here, We share meals. We pray together. We celebrate birthdays and the birth of grandchildren. We mourn the loss of loved ones and console each other. It’s like one big family. And sure, there are arguments and the occasional though rare, fight. However, brotherhood and a genuine sense of community take precedence over conflict. And though we all aren’t the best of friends, you are more apt to see expressions of compassion than contempt. In that, I would say we are rather unique. Yet people would have it be believed that we are the wretched of the Earth, unworthy of the air we breathe, beyond being redeemed, but we eschew those condemning labels. With each breath we take, breaths those who support capital punishment would have be our last, we strive to rise above this abyss into which we have been cast. Of course it could be said that it is only out of desperation to… (Page 5)… save our lives that our humanity has become a priority with us. To that I say this: The man who smiles with joy at the commercial of a toddler at play and says “Go ‘head little baby”, or the man whose eyes get moist every time he watches and episode of “This is Us”, or the man who hears that the mother of a fellow prisoner has died and his heart aches as if the loss were his own. These things and more happen here. Unrehearsed and unfiltered, these actions epitomize humanity and are evidence that there are no monsters here. 9/24/2022
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11/29/22 – Waiting on the first call from Death Row…(1:48PM)
Starting in January 2023, I will be starting a second podcast “Inside Death Row: NC”. I want to keep the original focus of the Prison POD going since it is in correctional facilities across the country. For now the show will still have a piece at the end around Death Row, but the focus will be like previous programs.
November 5th – (POSTPONED) Roger BelAir will be joining me to talk about “Pickleball, Past, Present, and Prisons”(!) I watched his YouTube video, and found the whole story intriguing. Links will be added when the show is up.
In December – I have Kardell Sims joining me on the 6th to talk about his materials on Re-Entry, and his work. I don’t want to say too much, because he will have lots to talk about! (Postponed)
The very same week I will be talking with Joseph Kajy (Postponed) on the 8th, personal coach, podcaster; he is on You Tube and TikTok giving inspirational talks on how to improve upon your life. He has a story to tell about drug addiction, overcoming the struggle, how he did it and what he is sharing to help others.
Past guests:
Below please find links to guests and their appearance on the Prison POD podcast.
Jamal Jivanjee Prison POD podcast
Stanley Andrisse Prison POD podcast
Lauren Kessler Prison POD podcast
Prem Rawat Foundation Prison POD podcast
Aaron Kinzel Prison POD podcast
Past Topics:
Below: Each Topic links to the recorded episode
Capital Punishment and Death Row
Death Row Gambit Podcast – This podcast is from Death Row in North Carolina. It is NOT a production of the Prison POD. I am sharing the link for those who are producing the show.
YouTube – “Inside Death Row: NC” – Introduction
I’d like to thank all of those who have been patiently waiting for policy and procedure to be finalized. It really did not apply to what is being done here; but now we know.
UPDATE: Beginning May 3rd, if everything goes as planned, we will begin recording “Inside Death Row: NC“. I would like to thank Paul, JJ, Jason, and George for telling their stories first, in what ever format they choose, rap, poetry, true story or fiction – it is theirs.
Again, thank you to Terrance; without his dedication, correspondence and phone calls, none of this would be happening. He is dedicated to helping the men on Death Row have an avenue to tell their own stories, in their words. If you would like to write him, his contact info. is below.
Jan. 2023
Terrance & I have been writing, emailing and have talked on the phone. He has been the lead person in NC for this project “Inside Death Row: NC”. It is amazing all of the writings and recordings coming from Death Row; I’m anxious to start with our recordings. Terrance wanted me to share his information in case anyone had any questions or comments about his writings:
Terrance D. Campbell #0064125. The easiest and least expensive way to communicate is through the www.gettingout.com Mail can be sent to him: Terrance D. Campbell #0064125, Central Prison, P.O. Box 247, Phoenix, MD 21131.
I have been corresponding with Terrance since October. He has been the lead in getting people to listen to the podcast and to write. We spoke on the phone on Tuesday 11/29/22 for the first time. He had notes/list of things to cover and within a half hour we had a lot to work on. Here it is that Thanksgiving just passed and they are already done with Christmas (packets received). The facility is short staffed so mail and phones may be delayed or limited.
Terrance was well spoken, and respectable. I always liked that people from the South seemed to have better manners than us Northerners!
I will write more as Terrance and I write and talk. I am thankful that he wrote; I am learning a lot from the men who are writing from Death Row: NC.
12/14/22 From Terrance:
These are a few of my favorite things
Hot griddled pancakes and honey thick as molasses
Creme filled red peppers and crushed ice in glasses
All of the songs Whitney Houston did sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Fresh milk in the morning and a cold moonlit night
Puppies a howlin’ and planes that zip outta sight
Wonders of adventures tomorrow may bring
These are a few of my favorite things
Three cheese lasagnas and Californian red dinner wines
Tall sassy ladies with smiles that do shine
The roar of the crowd when the game’s last buzzer rings
These are a few of my favorite things
“When the dog bites, when the bees sting
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
Then I don’t feel soooo bad!!!”
(In The Sound of Music, Richard Rodgers wrote the music and Oscar Hammerstein II wrote the lyrics to the song “My Favorite Things.” – Last paragraph)
Dec. 2nd, 2022 – Terrance
Valerie, Long ago, in a far away land the question was asked of the wisest of men Who is my neighbor? This is an important question, because it is asking, to whom am I connected in this world? We need to know who our neighbors are. Old definitions of the people next door, or on my block, or in my precinct, or in my town were just not broad enough for this man. To him being a neighbor meant including those that are often excluded from the definition. Being a neighbor was not exclusively about people that acted, and dressed, and looked like oneself. To him the neighbor is the one that helps someone not like himself. Scripture says : he came near him; And he saw him, And he was moved with pity. And He went to him And bandaged his wounds And poured in oil And poured in wine. And he put him on his animal, And brought him to an inn, And took care of him. And gave the innkeeper money And said, Take care of him And when I come back, I will repay the balance The story you may recall is of a story from our youth the Samaritan. But there’s more to the story, look at it. The ‘neighborly And’. …A lot of Christians have missed it over the centuries it’s been told. The story that Jesus tells begins before the Samaritan is even introduced.
A man was traveling from Jerusalem down to Jericho, and was attacked by bandits. They stripped him of his clothing, beat him senseless, and left him ‘half-dead’ along the side of the road. A priest came by. When he saw the man and his condition he crossed to the other side and passed him by. A little while later a Temple assistant walked over and looked at him lying there, he too passed on the other side. Along comes the much despised Samaritan……History tells us the Samaritans originally were Israelites of the Northern Kingdom. But their estrangement from their relatives due to captivity and intermarriages with forbidden clans, not all but some, caused a strain between these kin. By the time the Jews returned to rebuild the temple and the walls of Jerusalem, after being held captive, they refused to let the Samaritans share in the experience. In the days of Christ the animosity was so great that the Jews went an extra distance through barren land risking life and limb just to avoid going through Samaria. Why? Because life happens for us between our personal Jerusalems and our Jerichos. Life happens between where you are and where you are headed. Things happen that don’t seem to make sense and you find yourself asking why me? Life happens and it is not always pretty. Sometimes the ands (notice the lower case) of this life will leave you half-dead, or outright dead. This life has ands that will rob you, strip you, wound you and leave you, along the side of the road. The Priest would have had the duties to oversee religious rites in the Temple. The Levite who would have assisted the Priests was duty bound as well to the Temple. Their passion for the institution overrode what they saw on the side of the road. I imagine the Priest and the Levite looked and said, I would help , but he’s an immigrant; he is undocumented. But as Christians we must have hands that go to meet the needs of our peers. We must make sure that we don’t just look and pass by on the other side. We are prodded here to be neighborly. A kind of neighbourliness that has a multiplicity of “Ands” that meet people from varied backgrounds and with varied circumstances. Ands that take action, Ands that provide solutions, Ands that lift spirits, Ands that heal relationships, Ands that encourage souls. We don’t want to perpetrate bad ands that rob, strip, wound, and leave. Nor be selfish with the ands that only look and pass by.. We are implored to share our ands of blessings toward one another. Share our resources one with another..As we go into the end of 2022, and the Christmas season let us have the compassion of the Samaritan let this mini sermon reside within you I’ll end with this old Christian hymn if you don’t know it try google…. I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses. 🌹 And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses……. And he walks with me, And he talks with me, And he tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. I thank you and we appreciate all you are doing. Terrance
“In the garden was one of my father’s favorite hymns” (VLC)
July 22, 2022 – I am #0064125. I was convicted of murder in the 1st degree March 28, 2002. I remember it took the jury less than 3 hours to return the verdicts. Guilty on all counts so not only do I have a death sentence I also have LWOP (Life Without Parole). Though the jury said my crime was not one that they found to be especially heinous, atrocious or cruel. But their unanimous convict spoke volumes about my decision not to take the stand. That was a right my team chose to employ. After much reflection almost two decades of it I realized I didn’t leave my fate to the jury. The day I refused to take the stand and tell my story is the day I lost my voice and my freedom. When we allow others to tell the world who we are, what we’re about, what we have or have not done…or could, should or would have done our narrative of self is forever impaired. Terrance/Lessons from D-Row (9/20/22)
10/18/22 – ” I forget too that we have been conditioned to a degree in ways that we don’t even recognize. We’ve been told when to eat, when to sleep, even when to speak for so long that we’re like robot🤖s at times. That’s what we call being institutionalized. Oh, believe me its real Valerie. You know the story of the training of the orpaned baby elephants. The handlers shackle them with a heavy cast iron cuffed chained to their front leg. And having never been hindered or restricted in their short lives except in the trainings of their natural habitats those baby elephants tussle with that chain for days and days until their spirits are broken. Zoologists are known for telling fantastic stories of how great the memory these magnificent beasts possess. And how long they can live in captivity. Circus goers the world over are mesmerized at how the trainers are able to handle this gigantic 12 foot tall, 8 ton creature with such ease and all with that little reed of a stick he or she has in hand in the ring. By touching ever so lightly the shin of this animal the ring master makes the elephant stop or go and even stand on his hind legs like our pet pooch at home begging for snacks. The elephant carries the memory of the chain of his youth…and he never forgets the struggle of it. Sometimes when I think of that story I hide my face in my pillow and I cry silently as I remember the chains of my youth and how destined I was to living a similar experience as those elephants. Who wants to hear that story? Someone says that the elephants of the circuses have all been freed I wonder do they know?” Terrance
10/13/22 – Hello Valerie I feel like its Christmas each time I receive a message from you and I always rush to answer. I will discontinue that practice because I want you to know that I and these men who are participants in this project WE are very thankful and appreciate the opportunity you have created for us. Thank you and your podcast team in making this possible. We have our annual statewide Art Contest going on right now and I have to be better with my communication and allowing the guys the freedom to produce the letters at a comfortable pace. Me I’m always go,go,go like the Rabbit in the battery commercial. I’m self-driven. Always the captain of the team, the leading scorer, most tenacious defender and tackler, so long ago before Nike ever came up with ‘Just Do It’ we were saying that in the foothills of NC, 45 years ago at my Jr. High school. So I’ve got to be better at getting the most out of these guys. No problem. I lead by example , always have always will. So, let me get on the wire and get this news to everyone, so they can get it out to their folks. We are starting a ‘Prison Pod Nation’ down here in the Carolinas OK!!!!! We will keep an ear out for the new episode. Someone just spent 20 min. searching and we are still only at the 17th episode. I’ll make a check myself as soon as I send this. Text me whenever you want you know I’ll respond as quickly as possible. Have a good afternoon, and please don’t work so hard you are self-mot- ivated also anyone who has accomplished as much you have Valerie needs a free trip around the world. Give me a couple of years…gonna make it happen for you. Terrance