I am very sorry for the loss of your beloved Mother. Your Mom will live forever in your heart each and every day. You keep doing the good you are doing and keep your head up. You are in my daily prayers. Making your Mom proud of the man you are today is the best gift you can give her. She is with you always and sees the man you are. Knowing this should give you peace, I hope it does. Take good care of yourself.
Hello, my name is Gary S. Field. I was born in Miami in 1992. I've got a few reasons to believe that I am your son. My sister found your blog on the web, and recognized the picture in your profile. My Aunt was able to confirm that you are the Gary that I'm named after. And so, I've been reading your letters for years. I'm struck by how deeply I can connect to some of your writings even though we've never met. I've been reading at a time where I search for a purpose for my life. You wrote that you'd like to "RE-connect" to friends and family. Its taken me years to decide to reach out to you. I think it was mainly due to anxiety of imagining your reaction. If you're willing, I could be one of your allies for when you get out. 2021 is a few short years away. Who knows maybe I'll be able to school you on social media? :D
I finally signed up for your blog. I think maybe God was telling me to get off my behind, as this was the first post of yours I saw. Wanted to let you know that I am proud of you and look forward to seeing more of your blog entries.
Jerry Dangler
Posted on The Calling by William D. Linley (David)
My life of sin, where did it begin? Surely not when I began to slang rocks. around the block So my hunger would stop. And surely not when I said "Fuck the cops" because they beat us until they seen blood and snot.
So where did it begin, my life of sin? I remember going to church paying bribes I mean tithes I remember telling the truth and shaming the devil I grew up vibing with Christ on all levels There's nothing you can tell me about the gospel I been trying to help myself.
So where did it begin, my life of sin? I never knew until my sister explained rape I know you can't escape your fate I come from humble beginnings, but I'm not too sure about a peaceful ending.
So where did it begin, my life of sin? Can it be my skin or where my life begun? The rush of the seed, the falling of the egg I just can't believe the curse is on my head from my Pop's bed
We be on some new new shit that new generation for expectation boy, we operatin' on dedication to them young intellectz on that new confrontation yellin' put the gunz down pick up an ink pen fuck where you been civil rightz to defend for the next genz never treated like kidz tried az adultz runnin' hittin' fencez hit 'em with the bolt doggin' urban stigmaz Red and bluez choose revolt We be on that new new new generation risin' from deeper crewz turnin' this pain into art anger into wordz peelin' pagez off the heart N.E.W, No Enemy World galaxiez away from you We be on that new new shit grimy since birth created by the truth Americaz Most Hated inner city Youth Americaz Most Hunted but only Godz to use
"Born a black man, born to be proud. born to stand up, and sometimes fall down. Born to be the best but get looked at different from the Rest. Born to have the American dream, but up against the odds, is what it seems."
But today, in our society, we are living in a world where being a black man or woman seems to be a crime. Discrimination is a factor in our inner cities. It has manifested in ways that's unexplainable, and unacceptable to human nature.
BLACK LIVES MATTER! if you can't understand the movement or reason, it's because you have not lived in our shoes, or felt like your loved ones life is at risk when leaving home. You have not felt the pain of all victims families that was murdered by law enforcement officers.
You have not experienced the judgement of being black, or being labelled so understanding is difficult. But as a proud Black man that came from the inner city, that's been discriminated against, that's experienced police brutality, and still over came the obstacles through education to pass along, I feel obligated to speak out to my community.
It's been too many lives taken for no reason, and I feel it's time to do something, and fighting fire with fire is not the way to solve this issue. I feel we can beat them by educating our communities, talking more to our kids about the facts without sugar coating the truth, because, racism still exist.
Once again the pain runs deep no goodnight sleep, the hurt and pain and sadness runs deep in my veins bringing tears to the forefront pouring from my eyes, down my cheeks as the breath of life is exiting another Black man, Delron Small, Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, murdered by another officer in blue, firing the fatal shot's, flames from the barrel of the gun, tearing into the flesh of thet human life, black man, black woman, down, laying in the streets, breath slowly departing their body, "Help Me Please", Eric Gardner cries out, "I can't breathe", not a care in the world do they have. license to kill, gunshots rang out in the blink of an eye, a amily torn apart, forever changed, a mother, father, son, brother, husband, daughter, gone, all because of your insensitivity and dirext cruelty, hate in your eyes, as you lie, "I was being attacked", is a mother- fucken lie, you just stole another brother's life, howcan I not cry after what I saw on world news, couldn't even hide or deny a world of hate and war against us, where is our place beyond the basketball court or football field, entertaining you, making you laugh is how you see me and my people, our minds you fear, but is it the mirror of your own brutality, madness and chaos, causing you to fear that another Micah Johnson will come forth, yet, you trained him in your military to kill, now you degrade him and demasculate him. The rivers of blood that stains Ameerica bears your handprint of hostility, fear, anger and suffering. Unchanged you are, where is our place that you so want to erase? What are we to do just allow you to abuse us, and disregard our lives? It is not our hate for you, but rather the hate of your abuse and brutality of us, devaluing our lives. Your lives aren't more valuable than ours, we all were born of the womb of a woman, equally. of worth, a mother, child and family, pained by the loss of their loved one that you caused. Precious we are Black Jewels, Kings, Queens, Prince, and Prinsseses we are.
Alyssa, David has been moved in and out of the hall and is now in a completely different area. He still wants to write and keep in contact. Could you please John him a note or send him a note so he knows that you are still around. Thank you
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I am very sorry for the loss of your beloved Mother. Your Mom will live forever in your heart each and every day. You keep doing the good you are doing and keep your head up. You are in my daily prayers. Making your Mom proud of the man you are today is the best gift you can give her. She is with you always and sees the man you are. Knowing this should give you peace, I hope it does. Take good care of yourself.
Liz Geyer
I finally signed up for your blog. I think maybe God was telling me to get off my behind, as this was the first post of yours I saw. Wanted to let you know that I am proud of you and look forward to seeing more of your blog entries.
Jerry Dangler
My life of sin, where did it begin?
Surely not when I began to slang rocks.
around the block
So my hunger would stop.
And surely not when I said "Fuck the cops"
because they beat us until they seen blood and snot.
So where did it begin, my life of sin?
I remember going to church paying bribes
I mean tithes
I remember telling the truth and shaming the devil
I grew up vibing with Christ on all levels
There's nothing you can tell me about the gospel
I been trying to help myself.
So where did it begin, my life of sin?
I never knew until my sister explained rape
I know you can't escape your fate
I come from humble beginnings,
but I'm not too sure about a peaceful ending.
So where did it begin, my life of sin?
Can it be my skin
or where my life begun?
The rush of the seed, the falling of the egg
I just can't believe the curse is on my head
from my Pop's bed
My life of sin!
-NARMEER ALI HUSSEIN
We be on some new new shit
that new generation for expectation
boy, we operatin' on dedication
to them young intellectz
on that new confrontation
yellin' put the gunz down
pick up an ink pen
fuck where you been
civil rightz to defend
for the next genz
never treated like kidz
tried az adultz
runnin' hittin' fencez
hit 'em with the bolt
doggin' urban stigmaz
Red and bluez choose revolt
We be on that new new
new generation risin' from deeper crewz
turnin' this pain into art
anger into wordz
peelin' pagez off the heart
N.E.W, No Enemy World
galaxiez away from you
We be on that new new shit
grimy since birth
created by the truth
Americaz Most Hated
inner city Youth
Americaz Most Hunted
but only Godz to use
—Loutah
THE MOVEMENT
"Born a black man, born to be proud.
born to stand up, and sometimes fall down.
Born to be the best
but get looked at different from the Rest.
Born to have the American dream,
but up against the odds, is what it seems."
But today, in our society, we are living in a world where
being a black man or woman seems to be a crime.
Discrimination is a factor in our inner cities. It has
manifested in ways that's unexplainable, and unacceptable to human nature.
BLACK LIVES MATTER! if you can't understand the movement or reason, it's because you have not lived in our shoes, or felt like your loved ones life is at risk when leaving home. You have not felt the pain of all victims families that was murdered by law enforcement officers.
You have not experienced the judgement of being black, or being labelled so understanding is difficult. But as a proud Black man that came from the inner city, that's been discriminated against, that's experienced police brutality, and still over came the obstacles through education to pass along, I feel obligated to speak out to my community.
It's been too many lives taken for no reason, and I feel it's time to do something, and fighting fire with fire is not the way to solve this issue. I feel we can beat them by educating our communities, talking more to our kids about the facts without sugar coating the truth, because, racism still exist.
-Reyon
BLACK JEWELZ
Once again the pain runs deep no goodnight sleep, the hurt and
pain and sadness runs deep in my veins bringing tears to the
forefront pouring from my eyes, down my cheeks as the
breath of life is exiting another Black man, Delron Small,
Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, murdered by another officer
in blue, firing the fatal shot's, flames from the barrel
of the gun, tearing into the flesh of thet human life, black
man, black woman, down, laying in the streets, breath
slowly departing their body, "Help Me Please", Eric Gardner
cries out, "I can't breathe", not a care in the world do
they have. license to kill, gunshots rang out in the
blink of an eye, a amily torn apart, forever changed,
a mother, father, son, brother, husband, daughter, gone,
all because of your insensitivity and dirext cruelty, hate
in your eyes, as you lie, "I was being attacked", is a mother-
fucken lie, you just stole another brother's life, howcan
I not cry after what I saw on world news, couldn't even
hide or deny a world of hate and war against us, where is
our place beyond the basketball court or football field,
entertaining you, making you laugh is how you see me and
my people, our minds you fear, but is it the mirror of
your own brutality, madness and chaos, causing you to
fear that another Micah Johnson will come forth, yet, you
trained him in your military to kill, now you degrade him
and demasculate him. The rivers of blood that stains Ameerica
bears your handprint of hostility, fear, anger and suffering.
Unchanged you are, where is our place that you so want
to erase? What are we to do just allow you to abuse
us, and disregard our lives? It is not our hate for
you, but rather the hate of your abuse and brutality
of us, devaluing our lives. Your lives aren't more
valuable than ours, we all were born of the womb
of a woman, equally. of worth, a mother, child and
family, pained by the loss of their loved one that you
caused. Precious we are Black Jewels, Kings, Queens, Prince,
and Prinsseses we are.
1 of 1 - B.G. (Demetrius Howard)