I read everything I could find on you. Had my lady make copies of “Walking While Black.” Passed them out to all the brothers on Death Row. You write pretty good.
What you should write about is what goes on in here. Last night, a guard was spitting on a mentally retarded prisoner…just because he was bored. Prisoners started yelling and set fires in protest.
Five guards dressed in vests, shields, helmets and carrying batons, entered and hit me with blows to my head and abdomen. I fought back the best I could, but was dragged to the ground, handcuffed, then shackled.
I was thrown head first down two flights of stairs. Landed in a puddle of my own blood. Got cuts everywhere.
But I’m surviving,