I have been working a lot on music to use in the book. I have been working on this for so long – because it is more than just a book. I have talked to a number of self published authors and some have written a fair number of books mostly fiction. They can make a story be anything they want and a character can have any personality they can create. Even though I have to fictionalize the letters I use to base Jamie’s story on there still needs to be truth. The storyline follows what he writes about – for the most part. I have letters spread all over my bed in date order so I can follow where the story goes over time. I also have to take into account the letters I wrote to him because he answers them in his letters.
I received a letter a couple days ago and I will soon write about what he said. Nothing after 2016 is in this book, it will be in the sequel. But for those who want to know what goes on behind prison walls, what he wrote about needs to be told.
I am also not leaving marketing to chance. Many don’t think about that until their book is finished. Good books are written that no one knows about because the author didn’t take the time to learn the business end.
There is so much to do. Doing it by myself makes for long days. I never have to wonder what to do on any given day! I’m never bored. So today I am promoting two new pieces of music and this is one. If you like it please share it on your social media as I attempt to get my music out while I can.
Also come to my music page at Facebook. I also promote other very talented musicians and bands! You can also listen to everything and see all music videos at YouTube or my website: http://sonniquick.net
Plea bargains have been instrumental in filling our prisons, often forcing people to take a plea when they have been threatened with monstrous prison sentences. When you can’t afford to pay an attorney – and this is who our injustice system goes after – families end up losing a parent, son, daughter and friends. Worst of all, the person who may have actually committed the crime gets away with it.
We all know of the racial injustice in this country and the drive to incarcerate people of color – especially the men – which then also has the effect of most of them losing the right to vote to change the system, or the ability to raise and educate their children.
Jamie was offered a 45 year plea deal the first time around. When he insisted on going to court they lowered it to 17 years, (so he would feel grateful?) and if he didn’t take it he would end up with a sentence of 50-99 years. What would you do?
He has now almost completed 13 1/2 years. If you have followed along with any of the chapters I have posted of the book I am writing about his life inside – Inside The Forbidden Outside -you know how awful that can be, not only physically, but mentally. I received a letter three days ago about the prison he is housed in currently and I will be writing about what I learned. I promise you, if you had to live through this you would be working just as hard to try to change this system.
Jamie was stressed. It created a restlessness inside him he couldn’t get under control. He craved the feeling of walking. To go outside in the fresh air and push his legs to walk his full stride, and feel his arms swinging by his side. He wanted to walk with purpose because there was someplace he wanted to be. He wanted to walk and breathe deep until his body was exhausted. He couldn’t do that in his cell with only two full steps of walking space before he had to stop and turn around. If he was outside the cell, walking down the hallway, he could walk in a slow, shuffling stride of about twelve inches, the length of the chain between his ankles. If he went any faster he would fall on his face. Since his hands were cuffed behind his back it would be a pretty nasty fall. Even so, the more he craved walking, and couldn’t, the more stress he felt. He knew what Sonni would say, “Chant about it.” Taking in deep breaths to chant was like meditating and it had a calming effect. But right now he felt too hopeless to chant because everything in his life was out of control. It was so hot and that made it hard to concentrate. How was he going to make it through the remaining years he had when he could barely make it through the day?
Earlier, Jamie asked to be taken to see the doctor because he was having bad dizzy spells. All the doctor did was tell him to get some rest. Beyond that there was nothing he could do for him. What did that fool think he did all day in a segregated cell? Jamie was afraid of falling. He had a couple bad falls during seisures and there were only hard things to fall on. He had some bad cuts and around here cuts got infected. The nurse always let injuries get infected before they did anything about it because they didn’t think there was any need to keep it from getting infected. Then, getting it treated by the doctor took time. Nothing ever happened fast. Infections could be prevented but they didn’t see it that way. The doctor don’t treat nothing until it’s about ready to kill you. He seemed to hate his job, especially the inmates, like they weren’t worth helping. He never even said hello, or anything like he hoped you would feel better soon. A smile of friendliness? Forget that. It was part of his job to make you feel like shit because you were in here. He didn’t like treating inmates. There were some scary ones he wouldn’t want to be around either, but he didn’t need to make sure everyone who needed to see him knew you were inferior to him because he was a doctor. This job at the prison was probably the only job he could get. Why would you be a doctor in here if you could get a job a somewhere else? Did they even have a valid license that hadn’t been revoked? Jamie was lightheaded and passed out a couple times and now this fool told him that to fix it he was to go rest? Wasn’t it part of his job as a doctor to find out why it was happening, especially because of his epilepsy? Was it too far above what the prison allowed for the “adequate” medical care the law dictated. Ordering rest as a treatment didn’t cost the prison a cent. Running blood tests does. That ate into the profit they made off the inmates being here. They were kept alive with minimal food and care like other caged animals. Sleep was beyond him at night because all he did was toss and turn. When he finally did fall asleep he would jerk himself awake. He was sure it had a lot to do with not knowing what was happening with his family on the outside. He constantly thought about them, especially when he was trying not to. He hadn’t heard from no one in his family for a long time. Maybe no news was good news but he still needed to know. How was his son? Morgan wrote sometimes but she often put a lot of time between her letters.
Jamie lay on his bunk thinking about everyone he knew, one at a time. He didn’t have the mental strength to stop. When he got depressed this always pushed him further down the hole, and then he wanted to let it all go, but he couldn’t stop himself. He felt he was someone time forgot. Out of sight, out of mind. He didn’t exist for them anymore, until he got out. No one thought about the effect it was having on him right now as he lived it. During these times of depression he always said he was going to give up, cut them off and never write to nobody again. He said that over and over through the years. He needed to hear from the people in his life who knew he was in here and that rarely happened. Almost no one took the time to do that to let him know they cared or write to tell him what was going on out there. No one cared that little Jamie needed him. Being in prison made it doubly hard for his son. He needed a relationship with his dad. All this made him terribly lonely. He was worried about Morgan. She was working two jobs. She had no choice with kids to take care of. He needed to be able to do his part and couldn’t, and that made him feel guilty. Sonni was sick and that was probably why she hadn’t written or come to see him in her dreams. Maybe she was saving her strength. Not knowing, he could only guess when it was time for her to get the liver transplant she was waiting for. She wouldn’t know until the last minute, so there wouldn’t be time to tell him. When too much time passed between letters he always worried the time had finally come, that she was in the hospital and no one would be there with her except her husband. No blood family. A time when family should be there to wait for her to wake up and know she was okay – to support her and make her feel loved. He knew deep down that this was going to happen. No matter what differences there were, her family should be there. They didn’t live too far away. The writing was on the wall and he felt bad about that. He knew what it felt like and would there if he could. He knew he would.
This was the worst thing that kept him awake at night, tossing and turning. It seemed to him that family thought they had the right to hurt you the most. It was important to him and important to Sonni to be there for each other. It’s hard to go through things like this and be alone. It messes up your head and makes you feel helpless to not be able to help. If only he could shut off the thoughts. He liked calling her Mom. She knew he needed family and because she was his son’s grandmother they really were connected like they were family. It meant a lot to him because she stuck by someone like him the way she did. Some people look down on people in prison and treat them bad even after they get out like they weren’t already punished enough. She didn’t see him as a bad person. She never tried to make him feel bad. If she wanted, she could be angry at him because he did something that made her daughter’s life hard, but she didn’t. Now she was the only connection he could count on who always remembered he was here. Now she needed him to be there and he wasn’t good for nothing and was letting her down, too. He loved her because she took the time to be good to him. He wanted to do the same for her. It wasn’t unusual to hear this same story in here. He heard it plenty of times. Family stopped writing or visiting, or the drive was too long, or they got tired of being asked for money, like somehow the inmates found a way to get the things they needed without doing something that could have far reaching consequences. So they stopped answering letters. Maybe they didn’t want to know what was happening inside. Maybe they couldn’t scrape together twenty bucks between them to put on his account. A lot of dudes were on their own with no help. He had Sonni. He would never forget that. Jamie knew his family hadn’t stopped loving him. They just didn’t know how to show it. Maybe they took his love for granted. He would love them no matter if they wrote. And he would, he always would, but it was hard to keep making excuses their absence. He knew they had their own problems to deal with. He wanted to know what was going on in their lives and they didn’t tell him. But he knew what was going on Sonni’s life because they wrote to each other. He could pray for her about that and feel like he did something to help because he needed to do something besides sit here. Whether someone prayed to God or simply prayed and put it out there, it was the focus of the prayer and the mental energy that went into it that mattered the most. So he prayed urgently that she was okay. He needed her to be okay. He didn’t want to be without her. She was all he had.
Jamie looked up at the sound of banging on the cell doors. It broke into his thoughts and he stood up to go stand at the door. It was time for the meal cart to bring dinner. It had lots of shelves with trays stacked on top of trays. He was hungry tonight. There hadn’t been much for the mid day meal except two baloney sandwiches with nothing but a slice of meat and cheap bread. That wasn’t enough for a man his size. He thought about a real sandwich. Lots of meat, tomato and lettuce, two slices of cheddar cheese with lots of mayo and pickles, too – and chips. That made him hungry. He laughed a little. He shouldn’t torture himself like that. It had been a good while since he had a hot meal. No matter what they brought to eat it was always cold when it was put through the slot. Sometimes he thought they never heated the meals at all. The trays were prepared ahead of time and kept frozen in big freezers in the kitchen and were brought to them just as they were. They couldn’t prepare them at mealtime. How were they going to serve hot food to all the inmates? Were they going to heat them up in microwaves, or prepare trays one at a time like they would at a hospital? Fat was congealed on the meat like it hadn’t been heated again. It was bland, no seasoning of any kind. It was horrible food and he was always afraid of getting sick eating it. The dudes in gen pop ate hot meals because they walked to where it was served. He was trying to get back to G4 so he could walk to chow. In the chow hall it was important to have eyes in the back of your head because you never knew who was gong to start trouble with you, but it was worth it for a hot meal. It wasn’t exactly fine dining but it was better than what was slid through the food slot. Jamie had lost a lot of weight since he was locked up because he couldn’t choke down a lot of what was given to him to eat because it was so bad. No use complaining about it, though. It wouldn’t change anything. Jamie looked down at himself. It was getting hard to keep his pants up. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a kid, and he was chubby then, too. He heard laughing and the bang of a food slot slamming shut a few cells down. “Oh, you thought you was gettin’ food tonight?” he heard one of guards say, laughing. “I’m sorry,” he added sarcastically, drawing out the words. “I guess they forgot about you in the kitchen.” A few seconds later he heard, “Too bad if you’re hungry. It’s not my fault. It’s too late to go get more. I’m not your servant and I’m not going to make a trip to the kitchen just for you.” The guard’s voice started to get a threatening edge to it because the dude in the cell wouldn’t quit talking and getting louder, too. The guard only worked here. He didn’t make the rules. If he wanted to keep his job he did what he was told, and he was told to bring food to only some of the inmates. Was he supposed to care if they were hungry? They were fucking criminals. They should be glad he brought them anything at all. Sometimes he felt like a goddam babysitter. “So I guess it’s no dinner for you tonight,” the guard sneered as he turned to walk away. “You’ll have to wait until morning. Deal with it,” and continued on to the next cell. His drawn out Texas twang had a nasally sound like he had a marble stuck up his nose. It grated on Jamie’s nerves like hearing fingers scraping up a chalkboard. He could hear the dude in the cell raise his voice, calling him every name he could think of, but that only made the guard laugh. He turned around and stood there, far enough away from the door, hands on his hips where he couldn’t be reached through the bars. What a dick.
Jacking their food happened at at least for one meal a getting food. There was no reason for this. Messing with the inmates might feel like a sport to the guards but it would end up causing a lot of problems for all of them. You can only push people just so far before they come back at you. The guards were finding ways to make the segregation inmates miserable. No one was going to stop them. They were probably encouraged to do it. Even if they all filed a grievance about it nothing would come of it. It didn’t do it at every meal, but it happened enough times to make them all worried about being hungry. The food might not be worth feeding a dog, but it was the only food they had. Sometimes, when they brought a tray half the food was missing when they put it through the slot. Some of the dudes planned to get even with the guards because they had nothing to lose if they got in more trouble. Some were going to be here for most, if not all of their lives anyway. They didn’t care. The day before, an inmate cut an officer pretty bad when he didn’t get his food. A lot of these dudes had a weapon of some sort they had made. They could get creative when finding materials they could sharpen and turn into a something they could stab into someone. This dude was waiting for just the right time and he cut him. He was lucky he didn’t kill him. What did the guards expect? They thought they could be assholes and no one would try to get even? These dudes had all the time in the world to plan what they were going to do. Fires were set inside the cells and there were no fires extinguishers anywhere to put them out. It caused a lot of chaos and it was a mess to clean up. Others flooded the halls by stopping up the toilets and overflowing the sinks. It stank in here. The heat made it worse. Imagine breathing in that stink with every breath you take and you can’t get away from it. Jamie didn’t want to be included when the officers retaliated so he drank a lot of water when they passed him by with no food and didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to react emotionally. It wouldn’t do no good. It wouldn’t make them bring him food, so he was better off in the long run if he just let it pass. Joining in when they started getting crazy wasn’t a good idea, either. He tried to stay cool. The last thing he wanted was to do something stupid he would later regret that could get him written up or have more time added to his sentence. That is where this was headed if it didn’t stop. He guessed that was what Sonni meant when she wrote about cause and effect. What he chose to do right now could affect his future and he needed to make the right choices. The officers were taking it out on everyone on account of that guard getting cut. It wasn’t right, making all of them pay because of what one dude did, but that is the way they did things in here. There is no justice on the outside and there is damn sure no justice on the inside. Jamie tried to do his best to cope with everything, but sooner or later he knew something would happen. Things got crazier every day as it got hotter. Tempers rose. Days went by. Hopefully things wouldn’t get any worse.
The next month didn’t get any better. Each day was like the one before it. When the heat started rising in March everyone knew it was fixin’ to be a long, bad summer. No way they were going to spend the money for AC unless they were made to do it legally. Money the prisons paid out to families 11 people died was less than the cost of installing an AC or heating system. The winners cold get pretty cold, too. There were a few articles written each year but nothing was done and when it got hot the next year they wondered if would be bad enough to make the prisons fix it. The newer prisons were built with it, but not the older ones. Jamie passed out from the heat one year. When someone gets that hot, and they haven’t been given their meds every day, it puts those people in danger who have high blood pressure or diabetes and other illnesses like him with epilepsy. But it keeps happening. This year bad heatwaves were happening everywhere in the country, even up north. It seemed like it was getting worse every year. It was up over a hundred for weeks. That meant it was doubly hot for inmates in the south.
It was mid July and Jamie hadn’t heard from Sonni in more than a month. She had been saying the doctors told her to expect July would be her turn for a transplant because she was getting close to the top of the transplant list, but there wasn’t an exact day and all kinds of things could go wrong. The reason she moved up the list so fast is because two cancer tumors were growing in her liver. If one more developed they would take her off the list because her chance of surviving the transplant would be less. If one got out of the liver it would over, too. He wished he knew why she hadn’t written. If something happened, what if no one told him? The more he thought about it the more he worried. Add to it that it was so hot breathing was an effort and the water that came out of the faucet was rank. Terrible as it was he couldn’t drink enough of it. He couldn’t drink enough of it because he was so dehydrated. There was nothing to do and nothing new to read. He didn’t feel like re-reading his books again or more time so he took out his letters and began reading them from the beginning. They were in order by the date so it was almost like reading a book. Some of the letters were almost memorized. He knew all the good parts. He held the images they created in his mind and tried to imagine living inside the stories. He laid back down on his bed and had almost fallen asleep when he heard the mail cart outside his door along with his name being called. “Cummings. Mail.” Jamie jumped off his bunk and moved the few feet to the door. A Jpay letter was pushed through the slot. He thought it was from Sonni until he looked closer. It was from her sister, but she must have used Sonni’s Jpay account. He recognized her first name. The waiting was over. It was finally over. The relief was overwhelming. She had the liver transplant two weeks ago and was home now. She hadn’t been able to write or type, that is why he didn’t hear from her. He was right in feeling so unsettled. He had been worried about her because he didn’t go this long without hearing from her, but she was okay. The stress of waiting was finally over. They had talked about the transplant happening for a long time. The letter was dated, July 17th, 2012 and this is what her sister wrote:
“Sonni has asked me to write to you. She finally had her liver transplant on Sunday July 1. The six-hour surgery went well. She spent 10 days in the hospital and they have finally sent her home to start the slow healing process. Her recovery is amazing. She wants a normal life so bad. When I visited her on Saturday she told me she had received a letter from you. It will be some time before she can sit at her computer but she wanted you to know her long wait and surgery were finally over. She looks like my sister again, not a puffed up marshmallow. I know from our talks she cares alot about you and she didn’t want you to worry.
Take care and I know she will write herself as soon as she is able.”
On August 6, he got his first letter from her. He could tell it wasn’t easy for her to type. He was relieved to finally hear from her. Life was going to be rough for her for awhile but she made it this far and the transplant was over now.
” dear jamie-im getting a little better every day. slow and hard. i tried 2 send u money but my card was out of date. i have 2 call 4 a replacement. im learning how to walk n talk all over again. i am bored we each have a cell but i know that yours is much worse. i chanted nam myoho renge kyo so hard in my head-screamed it. pain meds dont work on me and i have felt everything they did 2 me.but ive turned a corner n its a little better. i think of u every day hoping u werent 2 worried. everyone has their own choices and does things that cause unhappy things to happen. my grandfather taught me from childhood – To thine OWN SELF be true. no one can know u really. some think once a loser always a loser. that isn’t true because i guess that would makes me a loser 2 – former drug addict and all that comes with it. i just didnt get caught. u arent a loser. neither am i. i have to go. nurse is here. be good! Mom”
To help support the editing and publishing of this book and music with much needed funding please patronize the new e-commerce store which is growing with leaps and bounds!
I’d like you tomessage me directly at the store using this link. Did I set it up correctly, messaging from a different location? Does it go to you messaging me? I also changed the storefront if you saw the first one.
Lions and Tigers and Bears – Oh My! I feel like I am crazily sprinting down the yellow brick road looking for the Emerald City, which looks just like my new store, Watch and Whirl (the online site, not the Facebook store. The Facebook store will take you to this site), inside a crazy dream and sometimes it scares the bejeezus out of me. I have semi-panic attacks thinking, “What have I done?” This all stems from the need to promote Jamie’s book. I have started this and I am in too deep financially to back out even if I wanted to, so every waking moment is spent on how to make the store work, scraping together money to pay for ads and trying to squeeze out time to write and record music – and to promote them. I can feel the stress and that has taken a lot of deep breathing to stay in control.
If you think you can, you can. If you think you can’t you can’t. You are right about both
Life has been overwhelmingly busy with the opening up of my online business. I will be converting my other blog, Watch and Whirl, into a business blog that will also host my store, and the blog will still be there as well. You can also find the store at Facebook by searching on the words, Watch and Whirl. This project has been more intense than I thought it would be. Advertising money is scarce and put me further in debt. The store will also go onto other platforms like Shopify and Amazon and others after this. I’ve been stocking it with all kinds of neat product, and it is 1/5 full. It is has a long way to grow! If you don’t use facebook and want to go to the online store here is the the URL
The reason I am doing this because I need the money to hire an editor and to help Jamie get on his feet when he gets out, as well as help him now. Everything happens for a reason. If we open our eyes to the things that cross our life and act on them, we can succeed – if we believe in ourselves and focus intently on success in our future. This is what I have been teaching Jamie. If you doubt yourself you won’t succeed, but you eat it, sleep it and dream it – you can make it happen. I have to show that in my own life – with my music, the book and now this store which will earn me the money to make it a success.
An added bonus is the knowledge I am gaining about advertising and marketing that will be put to good use when the book is done and needs to be promoted. Some people write a book, put it on amazon and then try to learn what to do with it. I have been working on this for over 4 years, while learning how to write and writing a chapter over and over until I feel good about it. I will not put out sloppy product. It won’t sell, and I believe the message it has inside will help many other people who have been through this same situation, along with all of the family and friends who know what the prison system is doing to people. we talk about it but it doesn’t change. There is much many people need to learn so we can stand up and make it change instead of waiting for someone else to do it. When Jamie gets out he wants to be part of that change. But if you don’t have confidence in yourself you can’t do anything.
I’d like you to message me directlyat the store using this link. I’ll get back with you as soon as I get it.
Jamie is very important to me. His relationship with my grandson is important. I want them to be happy. I hope this will spill over to my daughters life because she has been angry with me over what I am doing because she wanted to forget about him and go on with her life. But I cannot tell someone that I will be there for him and help him through this 17 years and back out. He has had a bad enough time as it is spending these years in adseg – administration segregation – which is solitary confinement. These years would have destroyed him, but instead he is strong and confident because I have been here to hold him up when the going got tough. I won’t let him down now.
If my message link isn’t working right, go to the store on Facebook and SEND ME A MESSAGE from there. It is either on the front under the store picture or with the “about” info links. I don’t know how you see the store. I can’t interact with you unless you send me a message first. Then, as the store changes and I have neat stuff I can send you updates and you can share them. Facebook is going to shortly kill off the news feed. It is already almost impossible to get info out with paying fb a lot of money. They are going to change to a messaging and groups platform which will stop a lot of the nastiness going on. fb is all about the user experience, not business ads.
One last important thing. I don’t have international shipping – yet, but your friends and other contacts might live here and you can share things with them.
And if I’m not making sense I’m running on severe lack of sleep. Love you all!
Propaganda is always successful when people confine themselves to exposure of only one half of a storyry through the media. They may convince themselves they know both sides, but they’d have to look where their information came from to understand the bias of what they read.
SHOULD THE MEDIA TELL US THE TRUTH
The same story told by progressive news vs conservation news will often not appear to be the same story because of the way it is twisted. Some stories might not told to both sides because it is not in the best interest of that political party’s members to know about it. Knowledge is controlled, and controlling it crucial in controlling its supporters. It keeps Trump’s base of angry supporters.
If someone truly thinks that there is a witchhunt going to frame Trump, like he says, over and over, than his supporters need only to hear the information that sustains that belief. It doesn’t matter if Trump lies. The more he uses Twitter to tweet his feelings, true or not, once it is said it becomes truth in the mind of his supporters. They don’t want to hear anything that could destroy that belief. They want it to be true and they refuse to look at the actual facts of what is happening. They refuse to entertain the thought that he could be guilty of all that has been said. As long as Trump keeps crying “Fake news” and “Whichhunt,” they don’t have to listen to anything else. Even if it is proven he has committed crimes they won’t believe it. It will be all lies.
It is easy to see how their beliefs are formed. The drinking of Trump’s Kool-aid is complete. They would die for their “King” who wears no clothes simply because he believes he is clothed, like he believes he is loved by America even when so many don’t. A poll of scientific historians placed him dead last of all presidents looking at the quality of his presidency. Only he believes he is great, so only his supporters count as true Americans. They are the ones who constantly stroke his ego.
Trump would like to see opposing Democrats killed by his angry supporters.Who would say something like that as president? He believes he is better than anyone who came before him or who could come after him so he should be able to continue indefinitely. I believe that issue is something the GOP will propose – strongly – and will become a new chant. Trump believes he should be King. Then he would be royalty and adored by all in the world. He is deranged.
Trump has always been corrupt in his business dealings. He pits America against itself in the worst possible way by making his supporters fight against those who are able to see through him. He then believes the best of America is made up of only his supporters and the rest can go to hell. He believes they are liars who need to be by put down by his military, his police and his motorcycle gangs, who he said are really tough people. He said the democrats are going to get hurt if they continue to oppose him. He continually talks about how loved he is. This is what he psychologically needs – love and adoration. “America loves me. I am the best thing to happen to this country. No president has been better loved than me,” over and over until he convinces himself.
There is history being created now which we are going to look back on and regret. What kind of America will my grandchildren live in. I am scared and angry that this has been allowed. We are taking our last look at what will be called “the good ‘ol days.”
SHOULD TRUMP BE ALLOWED TO HURT THIS COUNTRY JUST BECAUSE HE IS PRESIDENT
This is Trump. We would find help for him if he were a relative, instead of giving excuses and justifications for his outlandish behavior – and if the people he puts in high places hurt the people of this great country I have always been proud to be part of, and they help drag us into the pollution that causes our distinction, oh well, they must think, it’s the Democrats fault. As long as they were loyal to Trump and bent to kiss his – ring? . . . Then it’s not their fault, is it.
He believes controlling “his people” like a dictator would be a great thing, like Putin. He would like to do away with congress because it gets in his way. There should only be one branch of the government not three He has fine – tuned his instincts and they are better than anyone else’s instincts so don’t question him. America belongs to him to do with how he wants. Fulfill his demands. Build this wall he desperately wants.
Most of the GOP happily supports Trump, but Americans overwelming want congress to defy Trump and stop his veto. What happens when he is no longer president? Where will his supporters go? What will they do when their ringleader has no power at all? Will he call for war so his supporters will fight for him as he says they will? Well he use war as a reason to stay president?
If we fall for it, the emotions he is trying so hard to stir up in us, and succeeding, then we as a country are going to lose more than we can imagine. His corruption has seeped into every part of our lives with corruption in education, corruption to the quality of our food with the continued allowance of Monsanto and other chemicals, housing and medical care with the draining of Medicare and Medicaid, to name a few. They will not be there for those who are not rich enough to make up the deficits with their bank accounts. They will have to go without the social safety net he is destroying. Republicans will be laughing while pushing Trump’s agenda along.
DOES THE RIGHT HAVE DIFFERENT NEEDS THAN THE LEFT?
Republicans, I guess, don’t need those socialist programs. They scream about it. Republicans don’t need and I hope refuse to collect Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, SNAP, Section 8 or anything else which barely keeps some of us alive. Without it many would die quickly if there is no housing, no medical care and less food. Thank you GOP for trying to destroy it.
Trump will go emotionally off the rails if his power is taken away just because of – and he will say – a corrupt election – a fixed election, and continue to call people absurd names. The “fake” media will eat it up and the propaganda will be never ending. He will not want to lose power and if he loses, he will call for violence. It his nature that will make him do that because he thinks he is the greatest president of all time, so how could he lose an election! The results must be false! And he must lose if we are to survive. How many people will die in the process?
Those that drunk too heavily of the Kool Aid will feel they need to protect him and do violent things in his name, which we have already seen. If you can’t see this then you really are being influenced by the lies he continually says as he puffs up his fathers. Trump is not king. He is not a dictator, yet that is what he is trying to do and his loyal subjects who only hear his words are going to hurt people at the next change of power. There is always a change. Our country is built on elections even if that system is broken. No one person should have the power he wants for the rest of his life.
Maybe this needed to happen to show us who the politicians are who do things in the dark behind our backs, when they are supposed to be accountable to the people. Both political parties are so corrupt, bought by corporations who fill their campaign coffers. They do things good for themselves and their continued important places in our government, but they do not govern in a way that is good for all of the people in America.
We need leaders who listen to what the people need and not hide what they are doing. We need to get rid of congressmen who don’t have limits on their time because their corruption and their sense of entitlement has progressed too far. Maybe that can’t happen without an uprising of some sort, but people are going to get hurt.
Lately I haven’t been sharing many political articles on Facebook. I’m not going to convince anyone of anything at this point. The minds of the people of America have long been set in stone. No matter what Trump does they will twist it in some way that makes it a good thing for them. If the quality of life goes down they will blame Democrats in some way. I am not looking forward to the next 18 months of this campaign. I am so tired already of the crap in the media and this one is going to be particularly nasty.
IS THIS THE END FOR US?
To survive as the people of the United States of America we need to look past a person’s party. We have all lost friends or family who are on the “other side”. But that does not make up the whole of who someone is. There is more to all of us are than what “side” we are, on. Do we throw away our friendships and family who thinks differently about politics?
It is like the fight between the North and the South. We are still fighting to end racism so all races can be equal. But if the president thinks White Nationalists are good people, too, then the killing continues. Those killers approve of Trump because he supports them and more people die because of it To end Trump’s racist police supporters who continue to kill black people for weak excuses and get away with it, we need better laws in spite of what he thinks.
Will it get to the point, with our guns, that Republicans and Democrats will kill each in a civil war other over the politics of Trump? Is he worth that? Is he so great that we will kill each other over him? That will feed his ego to the breaking point. He will then have a solid hold in the history of this country, and that is a sad day for us.
Will it come to that? I think it might. But the people in America need to stop fighting each other and focus on fighting the corruption, or the country we become will be too fractured to function the way many of us remember, and like Humpty Dumpty, no one will be able to put us back together again.
I have two grandsons in Texas who have black fathers. One of them is Jamie son in writing the book about. He is 12. A white boy came up to him on the school play yard and yelled at him that he was a slave and threw a basket ball at his face and broke his glasses.
To give my grandson credit he didn’t react in anger. He went to the principle and told him what happened. Nothing came out of. The principle talked to the other boy’s mother and said charges would be pressed if her son did anything like that again. Oh, so her son would be a good boy now? I’m sure this wasn’t his first act of aggression at age 12. That mother should have offered to pay for the glasses her son broke. Since she didn’t you know what she thinks about what her son did.
I have two grandsons in Texas who have black fathers. One is Jamie’s son that I’m writing the book about. He is 12, nearing 13. I have been concerned for years about my grandsons. With rising racism and acts of aggression often by our police force, there are too many kids being taught the same thing about Blacks that previous generations taught – being white means you are better. It’s getting worse instead of better.
A white parent doesn’t have to fear for the lives of their children in the same way. White people might cower on the street if a black person gets too close, but that is because they believe the propanganda that black men are out to steal their purse and rape them on site.
Does that happen? Of course. There are bad people of every race and they are just as likely to be accosted and killed by white men. There is no criminal gene in a black man. And black people don’t call the cops on white people who sit down in the same restaurant. Black people are not trigger happy. White America wants to have their guns, but a black man with a registered gun is just another reason to kill him.
Here is what happened. A white boy in school came up to my grandson and yelled at him that he was a slave and threw a basketball at his face and broke his glasses. To give my grandson credit he didn’t react in anger. He went to the principle and told him what happened. Nothing came out of it. The principle talked to the other boy’s mother and said charges would be pressed if her son did anthing like that again, but he didn’t have to apologize, the parents didn’t have to buy new glasses. The principle would not arrange a parent meeting. Nothing.
The principle told my daughter that speaking to the mother would not change her views. CHANGE HER VIEWS?? Did she teach her son to be racist? Was the principle afraid a scene might happen in his school that would get attention? When one child hurts another on school grounds, when is it okay to say, “Let’s just wait to see if it happens again?” Should it be addressed AFTER more poorly raised children decide its the right thing to do to commit a hate crime?
And I know – it’s begun. The innocent part of my grandsons lives is gone. My daughter won’t always be there to protect them and the world out there is a crappy place for black boys to grow up in. The cops will be next. This is Texas. Very Republican and very racist. White parents don’t understand this fear because they are the ones who condone it and help cause it. Not All white parents feel that way about All black children and teach their children to hate, but it only takes one to destroy their life.
Granted, my daughter can be a hot head and she is fiercely protective of her children. She would get in that woman’s face. The boy who threw the basketball was not held accountable for his actions so he is probably bragging to his friends about what he did, and the mother is probably saying, “Now, honey, you shouldn’t throw things at other people but I’m proud of you for putting that black boy in his place!”
After the years Jamie has spent in prison, if anything happens to his son because of racism I don’t know how he would deal with it. More loss is too much loss for one man. It scares me. And I know I would not have let that principle get away with not conducting a face to face meeting with the parents. Their son will end up hurting someone else because he already feels the privilege of being white. Cause and effect. I don’t know how to stop it except to continue to make people aware.
Change of subject. I have started 2 online stores. The products are changing and growing daily. I need to raise money for Jamie. To help him – and finishing this book will take more money than my disability will allow. A Store is perfect for me because I owned a brick and morter store in the past in Key West before the need for a liver transplant took over my life. Cancer has once again reared its ugly head and they cut off most of my left ear. So if I’m going to work, E commerce is perfect
I’d like to ask that you take a look at my store at Facebook. Put Watch and Whirl in the search bar. If I’m not connected to you I can’t send an invite. I’m still putting products in. It’s hard to ask people to buy something, but you might see something at a later time. So if you “like” and “follow” the page that will help fb determine if it’s worth showing you my post without paying them.
I was at my YouTube channel this evening –Sonni Quick Piano Improv – and saw this video. There were actually quite a few videos devoted to it. I wanted to give you my take about the issue, whatever that is worth to you.
We are getting awfully picky about who we ruin and who we don’t. Who we pass judgement on and who we let slide. Ban Michael Jackson’s music? Now? After all this time? Are you kidding?? Over allegations that are how old now? Do you think this is appropriate punishment for a man who is not here to know it is happening? Who benefits? Who does it ruin? Remember, he has children. Do you think this will wipe him away from everyone’s memory and they will no longer play his music?
Remember this past Christmas when they wanted to ban a song that was recorded decades ago because today they wanted it to be interpreted as sexual abuse, because a man was insistent about coming inside because it was cold? “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” Nobody thought of it as being sexual until this year. The #metoo movement attacked it and people started demanding it be taken off the air. Fortunately, they didn’t succeed. Understanding an issue differently today, compared to when it happened will leave us with wanting to wipe out a large part of our history because men in power did despicable things.
Think – Thomas Jefferson and Christopher Columbus. They were pretty bad. Even now there is a movement to erase Confederate history and remove monuments because it is considered now to be racist. I don’t believe they belong in our government buildings being used as a way to govern today. They are fodder for racist acts being done by those who want a White Nationalist/Supremacist society, but you can not erase one of the sides that fought in an war that was supposed to change our concept of slavery. It changed it on paper, but not in reality. These issues, like the 13th amendment are still being fought today because slavery moved from the fields of plantations to field inside the barbed wired fences of prisons. Still, you can’t erase history or the leaders who fought for what they thought was right at the time whether we agree with it or not.
History will always be history and Michael Jackson’s history and his music also can not be erased whether he was a mentally screwed up pedophile or not. Not airing his music won’t change anything except make people want to hear it even more.
This is a big issue to me because I write about prison inmates, and a few are inside for sex charges, real and fabricated. Regardless, these men will have to pay the price for the rest of their lives because just the thought of it being a sex charge means it doesn’t matter what kind of charge. It doesn’t matter if someone molested a baby or if a teenager who turned 18 had sex with his 17 year old girlfriend and the parents pressed charges. It doesn’t matter if it was a daughter who was angry at her father and accused him of touching her, and later recanted. Once you are considered guilty that guilt stays with you for the rest of your life. There is nothing you can do about it. Inmates as a whole pay a heavy price no matter what. Once a felon always a felon. People will always think they are better than you.
This is not the sum of who Michael Jackson is. The meaning or value of our lives don’t revolve around what we did in the past, but about what we do in the future. People are being ruined because the public needs to make sure they keep paying the price. We need to be absolutely politically correct about everything and there is no gray in between.
Michael Jackson is dead. What is there to gain except the people involved in this documentary are giving themselves a whopping 15 minutes of fame they will have to live with every time they stick their heads outside their homes. What a thing to be famous for! What happens when they are done with the round of TV talk shows. What will keep their fame going? What’s the fucking point? The makers of that documentary said they did not present a balanced view because they were under no obligation to do so. How can anyone have an opinion about this when some of the truth was held from them?
A lot of lives have been ruined over perverted sexual behavior that has been going on between men and children for a very long time, and during periods of history was accepted as normal. Many lives of women, teens and children have been ruined. Men with this behavior have seldom been held accountable before now. No one around them stopped them. People knew Bill Cosby was drugging women to have sex with them and no one stopped him. How did they sleep at night? Should these people be prosecuted as accomplices? We could fill the prisons with them since prisons are now suingstate governments because the prisons aren’t full enough. People often get prison terms for being associated, but not the people who surround a pedophile. A lot of sick behavior was stopped, but there are no less people out there who want sex with children.
Whatever Michael Jackson did or didn’t do does not take away his musical talent. If you want to go down that road that means we need to wipe every person out of our history books, no matter who they were or what they accomplished, who has done something we consider to be despicable. Lets wipe out Thomas Jefferson for the slaves he abused and because he kept a mulatto woman in a closed off room and had kids with her. Lets wipe away Christopher Columbus, who sailed the ocean blue in 1492 because of all the brutal murders he committed. That is unacceptable. We should not teach children about these men today.
We can not and should not try to erase the accomplishments of a person because we don’t like or approve of their behavior. I doubt there is anyone today who is promoting doing that who can say they are guiltless of wrong doing. I’m glad Michael Jackson isn’t alive today to see this. His environment and upbringing affected his life just like everyone else. If you want to persecute him you better go after his whole family because everyone had a part in making him who he was. Let’s ruin his children and the women who were paid to give birth to them.
We will never know who is telling the truth and after decades those memories change, like dreams change, and yet you think you can be so sure you remember the truth? Many adults in therapy have been convinced through therapists that they were molested and these memories were brought to the surface and now thought to be the absolute truth.
The public is choosy about who they destroy. Some enjoy destroying people who had something they never could have. So lets destroy Michael Jackson’s talent and his music. Let’s make sure it can’t be heard – that will show him! Lets take it all away NOW because someone has something to gain by doing so. I did not watch the documentary and have no plans to do so. Some people have nothing better to do with their time.
I’ve entered into e-commerce as a way help Jamie. I need to raise the money to edit and publish my book “Inside The Forbidden Outside”, finish the music and polish it up with a sound engineer in an actual studio instead of a program connected to my piano. I’m not an engineer. I also need to visit with him and be there when he is released. when will that be? I don’t know. He has 3 1/2 years to go. He could get paroled. There needs to be survival after parole. If I can “hire” him to work these businesses with me, while we write the sequel he will have a greater chance of parole. He needs an income. He needs to be able to rent an apartment.
It took a major leap of faith to do this and be convinced of its success. A store takes an enormous amount of time, focus and determination to get going, especially when you start with zero customers and a empty advertising budget. I already spend umpteen hours a day on my writing, music and videos and primitive them on social media, so that is suffering – temporarily. I need your help. if you are reading this I REALLY NEED YOUR Help. I know what it took when I had a retail store in Key west that I worked for nearly 10 years
Share this on your social media – Share this on your blog. Everywhere I read, tapping into people you are connected to is the best source to promote anything you are doing. And it’s free. I live on a disability check. Helping Jamie with food and a little money has to also come out of this. This book needs to sell so I need to be smart about what I do from here on.
Here are a few pictures to show you what I have. Click on the pictures at the store to get information on them. These are a few examples from different catalogues. Each item is greatly discounted and you can see those prices on the site.
This store will soon be on WordPress as well. I will be converting my watchandwhirl.com blog to a business blog. The blog will still be there but there will be an added shop. That page will also have same main photo to represent the store as you see above – the same one at the Facebook shop and the Ecwid shop. Eventually it will be an eBay shop, Shopify and Amazon, too. I will then start a stand alone shop of all music equipment and assessories.
You can also find the store at Facebook by putting “Watch and Whirl” in the search bar, or you might see it at my personal page : facebook.com/sonni.quick. The store is listed under pages I manage. also when you find me – put in a friend request.
Most of all I’d like you to go to the Facebook store – Watch and Whirl – because there you can “like” and “follow” and share it.
If you know anything about Facebook advertising, they determine who can see my posts organically by how many likes and follows it has – as well as comments. Creating a following that way means I don’t have to pay out the ying yang to buy Facebook ads. Google ads are another issue – very expensive. SO I have to begin to have sales by people sharing my stores with their friends and social media. It takes a lot of time and effort.
It has taken 4 1/2 years to build up my page for “My name is Jamie. Life in Prison” – Facebook.com/jamielifeinprison – where I put blog posts, MUSIC, ITFO NEWS ( Please subscribe), and articles on criminal justice.
ANYWAY. . . this is how I got here. I read an ad somewhere about starting an online store for $47. I clicked on it because the number 47 plays a big part in my life – a subject for another post. It stopped me long enough to read about it. $47 was just the beginning. I talked with a man who made it sound easy and they would give me all the instruction I needed – and they have. I have spent 6 weeks learning, reading, watching videos about what to do and funneling money into getting it started. everything has a monthly fee. Nothing happens for free unless you have a rich, well-connected family, which I don’t.
Long story short – I took advantage of what they offered. Things come across your path for a reason. But do we have the wisdom to see it? I started researching and learning. I now had a vehicle to build a business one brick at a time – if I had the perseverance to do it. I’m a dedicated work-a-holic so it fits my personality profile.
I now have two stores – plus items at eBay ( my ID name there is sonniquick – easy to find) That will become my next store. I need a lot more merchandise and I’m loading more each day, but they have enough to get started.
E-commerce has grown since I did eBay 18 years ago. It was almost unheard of then. There are so many more platforms and so many more rules. The competition for your attention is fierce. To begin, I will have a store at Ecwid, a store on Facebook and a store on eBay. I will also put a store on this blog and turn it into a business blog, not just an information one. Today all I can do is put in a link. I only ask that you take a look. See how I set it up. Do you have any suggestions? Are there products you would buy if they were there?
So many of our connections now are online. Some people I have talked to for years. Now I hope these people who I’ve crossed paths will help me by sharing my posts. Connect with me at my Facebook store. It would be an enormous.
Can you share this on your blog? Could we do an interview post on your blog where I tell you what I’m doing? I would gladly reciprocate and shares yours, too. Leave me a comment. Tell me what you think.
There are quite a few new people coming to this blog. I want to thank you. It is important to be more aware of our justice system – and our court system that makes and breaks the laws that have been set up supposedly to protect Americans from those who break the law. But from what I read, our systems of court are very choosy about who they protect and who they punish for breaking those laws and it often has nothing to do with whether they are guilty or not. It depends on their skin color, their money, who they know and how much power they have. The American people can scream “INJUSTICE” all day long and it won’t do a damn thing. It keeps happening! The courts do not protect all citizens.
The one thing the average person can do is to inform people of what they learn about this. Don’t just read about it and walk away thinking someone else will fix it. On this page – facebook.com/jamielifeinprison – and this blog there is more than the reporting of police and court injustice, there is knowledge of what goes on behind the scene that takes place inside jails and prisons.
When I heard Trump say that he has done SO much for black people and SO MUCH for inmates, and how he is the least racist person alive – while praising members of the KKK – I am astounded that some people believe him. What he has done for criminal justice wouldn’t fill a teaspoon looking at the millions who are incarcerated and ten times that, when you add in the families who have ruined lives long after they are released from prisons sentences that are far longer than they have ever been. that does not include state prisons where 4/5 of inmates are that affects only a very small percentage of Federal inmates – it can’t stop there! Conditions inside the prisons are worse than ever. We need to do more than just read about it.
So I ask, would you please share more articles on your own timelines and social media that help teach people what our justice system has become. When it is time to vote again, if people are more knowledgeable, they will vote with their brain and not with their feelings, hopefully. Our country has to be more diligent than ever if we are going to have a country that protects all of its people, not just the light skinned ones who have money. Because that is how our justice system works today.
Did you know the prison corporations have contracts with the states promising the prisons will be kept full, or the government will have to pay them for the empty beds? Those contracts have always been there since the Prison Industrial Complex was formed but now, with less Marijuana arrests what sector will they raid to keep the prisons full? Will they prosecute more low income people who can’t afford an attorney? They already do that. They have to fill the beds some way – so who will they go after? We’ll find out. Stockholders must get their profits.
A few weeks ago my husband and were pulled over. It wasn’t because we did anything wrong. We didn’t have a broken tail light. We weren’t speeding. There was no reason to be pulled over. The cop was on a fishing expedition. We drive a seventeen year old car that has seen better days. It was pretty obvious we didn’t come from money. He pulled us over just so he could run our plates and see if there was anything he could get us for. There wasn’t so he had to let us go.
BUT THERE WAS NO REASON TO PULL US OVER. Good thing we were white. There was no telling what would have happened if we weren’t. We’ve all seen the videos. Cops aren’t trying to protect the citizens, they are looking to see who they can arrest. Vigilante cops. Do you all citizens deserve to be called Americans? If you do, you need to do more, even if it is only making more effort to keep people informed.
This is a blog I found today, or rather he found me. I read a few posts and checked out his story. If you want a little honesty about what happens when that door slams behind you and you are locked in jail, this is it. He describes it in a way that compels you to keep reading. Six chapters are posted so far but there are more. Read this and go on to chapter one.
For my son, Never Give UP! And for my mother, my TEMICOR, I’m proud to say, “That’s my mom.” 😊I can’t leave out my team, A-Team, thank you for all your help and efforts and fighting as hard as you have. For Simon, getting me started down the right path and then a roof over […]