SPRING TV
SUN MARCH 27, 2016

It's been quite some time since I've connected to & through this platform. I thank God that this exists for men like me, the incarcerated, the prison class. A lot has come about in our world, and I have a few opinions to share about some of it. I want to begin with gratitude, though. A wonderful thing has transpired in my personal life. And this is the most appropriate venue for me to express how grateful I am.
A while back, on this blog, I discussed the fact that I didn't have a television of my own. Mine was "confiscated" for being "altered," That is, it had 2 broken buttons and the officer in Ad-Seg at Corcoran Prison - % Aranda - said that was enough to consider it "altered" and therefore contraband. By the way, when I first arrived there and my property was distributed to me, my television was somehow absent. They claimed they couldn't find it for 2 months. And when it did show up it had 2 broken buttons. That was in December of 2013. I appealed at the 1st, 2nd, & 3rd levels, plus the small claims division. And the state backed its officer all the way.
Someone who saw this little blog, as it turns out, someone that knew me years ago, contacted me. He remembered working in an office with me, and great conversations that we had. It really filled my heart to have him tell me that things I said back then actually did help him later on, down the line. What a joy! We began communication and this great guy bought me a brand new TV. It's a great one, with all the bells and whistles. It changed my life for the better. It relieves a lot of stress.
I received the TV earlier this month, just before the arrival of Spring, in the literal & actual sense. The day I got the TV, the sun shone brightly in a clear, baby-blue sky. And it's been spring ever since then, at least for me. This rekindling of an old friendship came right in the perfect time. I was just starting to wonder if I would ever have a genuine meeting of the minds again. I'm grateful. I didn't ask his permission so I won't use his name here. But what a great man. He is one to point to as an example of what can come about after incarceration. He too was an inmate. But now he is a married man, father of 4, successful, and not a recidivist. Thank-you my good new/old friend. Your kindness is appreciated & will always be remembered.

Another very special somebody helped to get my story out there recently. I now have a page up on a site called "genersoity.com" where funds are being raised for my appeal attorney. We are just beginning, but I'm hopeful that I'll raise $25,000 for an attorney that will get me back into court and secure a retrial for me. I told my whole story back at the beginning of this blog. But briefly, I really have a winnable case for retrial. But back when the "Anti-Terrorist & Effective Death Penalty Act of 1996" was still new, people didn't fully understand its aspects & dimensions. I was barred from having the federal district court hear my writ of habeas corpus on the merit of the issues. Instead of addressing my 20 - absolutely reversible - issues the court ruled that I was about 3 months too late in filing. Can you imagine that? In The United States of America, the weight of 20 reversible issues didn't outweigh the fact that little old me, one, non-professional, layman, high-school dropout who'd never before studied law & had a ton of real obstacles in my way, missed a deadline by a few months - allegedly - and therefore is not allowed to address the fact I was convicted of murder and it should've been "manslaughter"?
I was last in court 16 years ago. And I'm now in my 26th year of incarceration. I was sentenced to "16 to life". A 1st-degree murder charge is "25 to life". No matter how you add it up, I should've been out of prison by now because this was obviously not something I intended to do. And I was not attempting to do any other crime. It was just a terribly unfortunate series of bad decisions on my part. I'm eternally sorry for the loss of Mr. Sadir. But I told the truth. My wallet was there one minute and then it was gone. And even though I was very drunk, and I was enraged, I didn't mean to cause his death. It was just the way things happened. I will continue to be a man of peace for the rest of my life. And I will try to get my ideas out there and be of some kind of help to the world. And should I get a chance to get this music going I will take care of myself and my mother with what we need. But after that, all proceeds will go to the philanthropic organization I will build.
I am in need of whatever donations anyone can afford to send my way. And I want to get some audio on the website so that some courageous producer will come on the scene & let's get a record made. I'm really worth a shot. The ad is called "Bring Michael Home" @ generosity.com
I'm now located at California State Prison - Sacramento (New Folsom). I've been here since March of 2014. I transferred out to the hospital at Stockton for 8 months last year. But I returned and I'm now, finally, ready to get back to using this blog to get my ideas out there. And maybe I can even meet somebody special. I don't have a recent photo just now. But I intend to get one when I get a visit from my family soon. Anyone can leave an e-mail on this page and it will be mailed to me. It will take a couple of weeks, but I will respond. I also encourage anyone to write to me. I'm looking to meet people with creative, bright ideas that will have positive, long-term effects. I'm into spirituality & alternative theories as to where we really came from. I'm looking to meet a woman who is progressive. It would probably be a waste of time if she's not into Bernie Sanders but I look like O.J. Simpson & sing like Luther Vandross. I need to meet somebody that's into that.
It's late tonight, I have to write again tomorrow. I have so much to get out. I wish everybody their personal bliss. Take care of each other. Peace.
Zawadi Diamond
Michael Lloyd Young E95993
CSP-SAC B5-101
PO. BOX 290066
REPRESA, CA. 95671