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Johnny E. Mahaffey
The Novelist Portent
January 1, 2018
FATHERS ACROSS FENCES
I hate days like today. I woke up to a bad dream that something was wrong with one of my kids, and that they need me—urgently. That's one of the worst parts about prison.
The dream was about my first daughter, Eleanor. A princess in all her own rights. I just hope she's okay and knows that I love her very much. I haven't been there for her—I wish that I had been—and wish that I could be now.
That's one of the many failures about prison: the utter destruction of family units. Many other countries have already adapted policies and programs that attempt to preserve family units so that the spouse and children of incarcerated individuals do not have to suffer needlessly. The programs are not for the benefit of the prisoners but is more intended for their family. During incarceration of a parent, a child may go through the most important years of their youth. Why not have a bridge of communication?
Decided case by case—because, yes, some fathers are dangerous influences not just to their children but anyone—and in those cases where it's deemed to be constructive to the child's psychology, it's permitted.
This would reduce the child's chances of a harder life and, in some cases, from following in the father's footsteps.
I should be able to work, make money, and send that to my children. But, sadly, the prisoners acting as gatekeepers to the tag plant where I COULD do that now actively block me and anyone like me who's normal and won't compromise ourselves. But that's all for another post—maybe later. I'll talk about all of the bible-thumping pedos.
I hope my kids are okay, all of them.
M.
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