( Sonni’s note: This is the first thing I posted on this blog in 2014 and it has been read about 1000 times.  I decided to post it again because there are so many new people who come to this blog.  it is hard to get a sense of who he is or why I do this so I wanted newer readers to have the opportunity to know I write for him – why it matters so much.  I am going to repost some early posts.  You’ll know by the dates.  I hope you go on to read the chapters of the book I am now writing,  “Inside The Forbidden Outside”.   You can sign up to be on the mailing list at the bottom of this post.  The success of this writing, and the fact that he wants to go in the direction of helping kids avoid making the same mistakes, and wanting to help others have a better life,  using this book will be an important tool.  You can help it be a success by sharing it with other people.   I think he is a very special man with a lot to give back to society.  help me help him.  It is extremely hard to have a successful life when inmates reintegrate into society after a long time because so many things have changed.  What he has learned about his life while helping me to write this book, because he has had to look honestly at himself, is helping him to keep his determination strong to change.

There are many piano pieces throughout this blog.  There is a reason for that.  My life and Jamie’s life are intertwined.  He has helped me survive and I have helped him.  Everything happens for a reason.  The people we meet are not by accident.  Hew gave me the reason to start writing music again.

My music pieces are improvisations. There are many throughout this blog. This piece of music is an early recording, before I had the means to record the way I do now.  I wrote this after my liver transplant, when I was able to sit again at my piano.  My playing changed.  I used to write songs with lyrics, and do copy music of other artists.  I lost the ability to sing, my vocal cords are shot, so the meaning needs to be expressed solely through my playing.  I can’t explain this right, but when I lived through the transplant, my music changed.  I no longer wanted to sound like someone else.  My dream as a child was to play the most beautiful music in the world, but I didn’t know how to play what I could hear inside.  Now, it may not be the most beautiful in the world, but to me it expresses what I feel inside.  I crawl inside my piano and play it from the inside out.  I kn0w.  I sound a bit nutty, but it is the only way to describe it.  Every time I sit down to play I have no idea what I’m going to do.  I don’t listen to it while I play.  I just play.  I don’t listen to them until a few days has passed so I can listen to them as a stranger would hear them.  I don’t remember them.


I sit here in my prison cell, as I do every day, trying unsuccessfully not think too much. How can I pass this day quickly? How many hours can I sleep? How can I pretend that I am somewhere other than this place, trying to wish my life away? It’s sad. What a waste of my life. How did I let this happen to me? This isn’t where I was supposed to be. I want to be with my family. With the woman I love, and with my son and her other children. I think of them like they are my own. I try to not think about that too much anymore. I’ve lost so much I will never be able to get back.

 From one human being to another, Jamie – I love you. Not a romantic love, but the love for you as a human being. You inspire me with the strength you have shown in making it through these things that have been done to you in the false name of Justice.)

I can never get back the time. They are all growing up without me. I’ve let everyone down. I know I’m not a bad person. I try to do the right thing, but sometimes, in the past, I did things on impulse. I never thought about what it would do to my life. I never thought I would end up here. Unless you’ve been here you have no way of understanding. This is a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I often think I won’t make it. I feel like I want to explode inside. I tried to kill myself more than once, but I didn’t succeed. Sometimes I feel like I am under my cell, under the floor, and everything is on top of me. I feel like will never get out of here. I don’t care about eating most of the time. I’ve gone on hunger strikes. But mom, the woman I call mom, always talks me out of it by telling me that my life matters even if I don’t believe it does. You wouldn’t want to eat if you had to eat the food in here. Sometimes all they feed us is peanut butter.

Sometimes I don’t take my medications for epilepsy. The medical care in here is another story. One time I had a seizure and I woke up on the floor with my hands and feet in cuffs. There was no concern for me. They were afraid that they were going to get hurt. Amazing. Anywhere else a person would be taken to the hospital, but not here. Another time I fell off my bunk and broke my front teeth. I have had so many seizures and many times the guards let me lay here because they don’t want to do the paperwork.  They do give me my seizure medication, most of the time, but I’m not too sure what it is. I’ve heard that drug companies try out new meds on us with the government’s permission – we have a debt to pay society, they say. But how many seizures can one person have and not have their brain all scrambled? People on the outside don’t treat their dogs the way they treat us in here. What does it matter? I don’t think it matters to my family, either.  No one ever writes and asks me how I’m doing.  I’ve given up waiting.

I know, I’m feeling sorry for myself. They didn’t put me here.  I did.  I was wrong to think they would care.  Eight years in here. It tears my head up thinking about where I could be. Where would I be right now? I’d like to think I would have done something good with my life. Would Megan and I be together? Would I have been able to take care of my family? Would something else have happened to me because it was my karma to be in here? Eight years is very long time. I have nine more to go, unless they let me out of here someday. I’m not hopeful. My family doesn’t pay me any attention because they say they feel too much pain knowing I’m here, or they say they didn’t make me screw up, so they ignore me instead. It makes it easier for them. Out of sight, out of mind. That’s kinda screwed up, isn’t it?

There isn’t much I can do in here except think. I lay here hour after hour just thinking about things. Some of my memories are worn out by now. I try not to think about the memories that bring me down, but they seem to sneak in anyway. I have so many regrets. I try to replace those thoughts with good ones about the future. Sonni, who I call mom, tells me that the mind is very powerful and I can shape the future the way I want it to be. I need to think of the life I want to have when I get out of here.  Focus on what CAN be, not what was in the past.  The future hasn’t happened yet so i can shape that the way I want it to be.  It’s hard not to get depressed.  I have to work at that.  Some day this will be over.  I can do it.

Sonni, Megan's mom
Sonni, Megan’s mom

Sonni might not be my mother, but she is the one who has been here for me. She treats me like I am her son. She keeps my head on straight when I’m really feeling bad. Over the years she has been my lifeline. She’s the one person I know I can count on. She helps me buy the things I need at the commissary and sends me books and magazines. But most of all she writes to me and I am so grateful for that. She’s done so much for me when she didn’t have to.  I don’t know why she wanted to help me, but I’m glad she did. She’s my son’s grandmother, so she will always be a part of my family. I know I am important to her. But it’s a shame when you have a large family like I do. They live close enough to visit, but they don’t. I don’t even get a birthday card. It’s like I don’t exist anymore. Sometimes I am so hurt and angry.  that is the hardest thing I have to overcome – my anger.  I used to think it was my fault. Maybe it was because I gave my mom a hard time when I was growing up. Maybe she is just too busy working two jobs and she used to take care of my nieces when their mom was in jail. So maybe my family just doesn’t have any time for me.

I can’t say that my mother never visited me. She and Megan drove across the whole state of Texas when Jamie was little more than a baby. It was the only time I saw my son for 6 years until last October.



Megan brought all the kids to see me. It was great.  I felt, for a little while that I had my family around me.  It gave me good memories to think about over and over.  I think I almost wore them out!  For a long time I was moved around Texas and the first two prisons were very far away. I’ve been in 6  8 prisons so far.  But even when I moved closer I still rarely saw my family. My mom did come some months back. I was really surprised. She brought my nieces with her. She told me that she would be back every week. That made me feel really good, but she didn’t come back again for a long time. Megan brought my son Jamie Jr to see me in 2013.  She also brought the other kids. That made me so happy. They were so small the last time I saw them. They grew up.

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 photo-29 The next month, November, Megan came back and brought Sonni, who from now on I’ll just call mom. That’s what we use in our letters. She lives in Pa. After all the letters we’ve written, we finally got a chance to see each other eye to eye since that very first time in 2005.  She put her hand flat against the glass and I put my hand up to hers.  I could feel the caring through the glass. I haven’t seen them since.  Mom hasn’t been back to Tx yet.  Soon I hope. A man named Melvin, who is a member of the SGI, the Nichiren Buddhist organization  that sends me the reading materials about life I am studying, visited with me for awhile until i was moved to a different prison to far away for him to travel.  It is teaching me how to change the things inside me that cause me unhappiness.

I met mom Thanksgiving before I was arrested. I was only 22 then. I’m 31  35 now. She took my picture when I walked into her room at the hotel. I was embarrassed and couldn’t look up into the camera.photo-44The next morning all of us went out for breakfast. I wish I could turn back the clock and do things different. Megan had just found out she was pregnant, but we didn’t tell anybody. It was only a month later that I got arrested. I was surprised when I got that first letter from her. I am so glad she took the time to write to me, and over time we got close. A lot of dudes in here don’t have anyone to write to.

I wish I could see my son more, but I doubt it’s going to happen. Megan’s life is too full. It keeps her from being able to make the drive. It is a full day of driving so I guess it isn’t easy. I’ve given up expecting more. What I don’t understand is when they say things like, “Just because I don’t write you doesn’t mean I don’t love you” or ” I don’t write to you because it hurts me too much.” Hurts them?? They make it sound as though they are the ones being punished. It hurts me so I’ll hurt you instead? And someday, when I get out of here, am I supposed to open my arms and be glad to see everybody? When someone you love doesn’t write back to you, you make up all kinds of things in your head.

If I could go back and do that night again, I wonder where I would be?  If I had thought about that the night I chose to follow my friends maybe I would have had better common sense? I went out with some friends to party. I was in Megan’s car. She tried to get me to stay home that night. This wasn’t supposed to happen.One guy made a joke about robbing this place.  I think in a way I was shocked, but at the same time I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t leave because friends don’t leave friends behind. I played a part as well by helping him. I was driving. He had a gun in his backpack. It was all so stupid.

You know the court appoints a lawyer for people who don’t have the money to hire an attorney.  They aren’t on your side. This lawyer gets paid about $200, at $75 an hour, to help whoever needs help. But they don’t really care about helping you. They work for the DA so whatever deal the DA wants, that’s what they tell you to do. The first deal he came to me with was 45 years!  No one got hurt. Yes, it was wrong. I accept responsibility for that. But a white guy could murder someone and not get 45 years. But when you can’t afford a lawyer and you’re black and live in Texas, you’re screwed. So I told them no deal and they set another court date. Then they enhanced my case to make it 50-99 years. This was to make me take the deal. They also don’t want to take the time and money to go to court. It’s called, clearing the docket. So then this lawyer said they would offer 17 years and I should take it. He never discussed the case with me. He didn’t know who I was. He didn’t care. He wasn’t there to help me. I didn’t have anyone I could talk to who would help me. This was a first offense. I did go to juvy on a nine month sentence when I was in tenth grade, but it wasn’t because of a crime.  The school to prison pipeline is very real. That’s another story.

That was more than 8 years ago. I think I have a long way to go. They don’t like to let people out of here. They keep knocking us down so we never make the level to get out. Guards file false charges. One accused me of blowing her a kiss. Who would be that stupid. But she wrote me up for it and got me in trouble.
Prison recreation cages
Most of the time I spent in ad seg (administrative segregation), which is solitary with another name, and I can’t even leave my cell for meals. They let me out of my cell for an hour to go outside by myself to the cages if the weather is okay. A few times a week I go to the showers. They put my food through a slot in the door. Ad seg is also called G5. Recently I made it to G4 and I could go to chow. Someone jumped me . A guard saw it and said it wasn’t my fault but they still took my G4 away and put me back in G5. Now I have to wait another 6 months to a year to get out again. It has happened every time. Last time it took me more than two years to get back up to G4. When I do work my way up it is never for long. They always find a reason to send me back. because of that, in all these years they have never been able to make even one phone call. I would have to be G2 for that to happen. My son was born after this happened but I can never call him, never wish him happy birthday or tell him I love him. That sucks.  It also means I can’t go to school.  Without a GED I can’t even work at a fast food place.  I couldn’t live on that anyway.  This is why inmates can’t make it when they get out and why prison doors revolve.  Let one person out while it brings another back in.

(Sonni’s note: Please read the page called Jamie’s Prison located at the top, before going to the dated posts in the archive. It’s best to start with the earliest posts to really get to know who Jamie is. It’s important. There is also several page written by another man Armando Macias, who is on death row in Texas.  Find out what life in solitary confinement really is. Leave a comment for Jamie if you’d like. I send him all words of encouragement through http://jpay.com. If you want to write to him his ID is #1368189. I appreciate your taking the time to read this story. I hope it helps you to understand that even though prisoners are locked up they are still human beings. He made a mistake. He paid for that mistake with his life and his son’s life.


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75 thoughts on “My Name is Jamie

    1. Hi Amy, thanks for reading. I wrote about it in this chapter- https://mynameisjamie.net/2018/03/12/crystal-ball-chapter/ In this chapter he was forced to take plea deal, which is common. Only 3% of people arrested actually go to court and have a trial or even have judge decide a case has enough merit to be heard in court. Public defenders, because most people can’t afford attorneys, threaten increased charges if they don’t plea guilty. Jamie was out with friends to party at club. One of them had gun. It was in his back pack. He joked about robbing the club in the car. Jamie didn’t think he was serious. It was too late then. He ran and got caught. Guilty by association. In most cases if you are with someone who commits crime you are considered just as guilty.


  1. Just reading and finding out that life inside those walls can be so lonely. My brother has been in and out since he has been 17 and now at 57 he is back. It is sad because they are people too.

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    1. Hi Mary, I’m assuming you mean your brother is back in. It is what he knows. Maturing stops – wisdom – because what he has learned from his life experiences weigh heavy inside of prison. I doubt he could see himself working a “normal” job and be responsible for himself. At 17, when most people are looking ahead not knowing what their life will be, his life was taken away by a system that is not concerned about his life on the outside. Jamie was almost 17 when he did a sentence for his younger brother at Juvenile detention and told it would only be 9 months, but they wouldn’t let him go until he was 21. H was out long enough to meet my daughter and she got pregnant. He is now 35 and will be almost 40 when he gets out. What does he know about living in the free world when that free world is racist against blacks and ex-felons. He has no idea what life is like when it is not controlled. It is why I am writing this book, which will help if I am able to accomplish what I hope to. I need all the help I can from other people who understand what he is up against. I hope to see you back here or at my other social media. Thanks for commenting.


    1. Someday when Jamie reads this blog he will be able to see his growth from boy to man. His bio mom ha had very little to do with him. I don’t think she has ever answered a letter. He is the father of one of my grandsons. My daughter moved on as well. So ten years ago I reached in and became mom. Not having someone on the outside who cares is the quickest way to insanity, suicide and becoming institutionalized. This blog is a culmination of many of his letters over the years and info on the reality of what prison is, because most people only know what they on TV shows. Now I’m writing a book on his life that is in rewrites after the first draft and on many posts you will find my recordings of piano music that I wrote for him expressing emotion. All of the music can be found at http://soundcloud.com/sonni-quick I also write a monthly newsletter you’ll see links to at the bottom of most recent blog posts. Inmates are human beings. Many are not horrible people who raped or murdered someone. Most are fodder for the prison industrial corporations. Thank you for reading.


        1. Thank you so much for your kind words. It is not unusual for an inmate to lose their family when they are incarcerated. The only one who has written occasionally is his grandmother. His mother has never written. His oldest brother finally wrote after 11 years. If he actually was a criminal and a bad person who hurt people maybe I could understand. But he isn’t. There are many of his letters on the blog. I met him before he was arrested with his cousin and he is the father of one of my grandsons and when I realized he had no one – my daughter moved on – we started writing. It’s like the diary of watching about become a man while living in a cell by himself. It’s been quite a roller coaster ride with him having epilepsy and times of being beaten up by the guards. I have hundreds and hundreds letters. Someday his son may want to read them. There is so much pain at not being able to be there. He’s never been allowed to touch him. When I can get to Tx I take. My daughter won’t and she lives only 1 1/2 hours away. Thank you for reading. I also put out a monthly newsletter if you are interested. There is a link at the bottom of current posts except reblogs.


            1. Thank you. I’m working on the next issue right now. I’ve been caring for my mother and lately have been behind or I would have responded sooner. Sometimes life has a way in taking over, doesn’t it?

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            2. Yes, life has a way of doing that and yet I empathize for those like Jamie so harshly incarcerated where life speeds by without them. I hope this project is a way for him to process.

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            3. Me,too. I met him after he got out of juvy. 4years of his life when he shouldn’t have been there. Through mostly letters I’ve watched him grow and mature. He was like a sponge learning concepts about life he didn’t know. I want so much for him to have a chance to live and experience a better life. But to do that he still has to overcome the obstacles put up by the part of society that wants to push him down – because he isn’t white. Only 3 of my 7 grandchildren comefrom an all white heritage. My future generations and in laws and family are going to be quite a mix. Maybe it will be better when the races are mixed more. Then no one can say they are better than someone else.

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  2. I’m touched by this first post from Jamie. I will look forward to reading more. what you are doing SonnyQ is truly special. It takes a very special person to commit so much time for Jamie to speak out about his treatment in Prison. I will look forward to reading more tomorrow.

    I’m sorry Jamie that you are treated this way. It is unfair that you work hard to be moved to G4 for you to get knocked back again. Please keep your head held high and do what needs to be done. You will get to phone your son to wish him Happy Birthday!

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    1. Thank you very much for your kind words. I will send them to jamie. i send him emails through Jpay. It is the prison’s email service. He can only receive and not send. If he were on a higher level they now have tablets where they can send emails, too, and download music and games, but he has never reached that point. But with his handwritten letters I can tell what frame of mind he is in. he has about a dozen handwritings so I can tell if he is okay or if he is depressed. I know it will do him good to read what you wrote. Thank you.

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        1. You don’t realize how true that is. people feel like they disappear inside – especially when they are in there for a long time. They know the world is changing. The hardest part being in segregation is being alone and having no one to talk to and he won’t get out of that cell for 2 1/2 more years and then 4 more years after that. It is depression he fights the most. They are watching him closely because he stopped eating.


            1. I really do hope so. We’ve talked about it and i think he would like to help kids using his story so they know it is up to them to not get swallowed into the school to prison pipeline

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            1. Some of the pages at the very top are about earlier times, too. Pages are different than posts because they aren’t dated and don’t get further down the list. I still want to put together a post with what I think are the most important posts because new people that are reading miss so much because there are so many posts and some have nothing to do with him but are other issues about the prison system.

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