Reading These Three Books While Incarcerated Helped Me Change My Perspective


by Ronald Bullock

These three books gave me hope for a life after my prison sentence. I drew inspiration from all of these books and authors. The common theme for me was the authors’ ability (or the subject’s ability in the case of the Malcolm X book) to change, both themselves and their message. I was impressed that they also found an audience after being incarcerated.

  1. Man Child in the Promised Land by Claude Brownmanchildinthepromisedland
    Claude was in and out of the justice system from when he was a juvenile until early adulthood. Even through all of his street gang involvement and near brushes with death, he never allowed his past to predict his destiny and future. Claude attended and graduated from Howard University and later attended Stanford and Rutgers law schools. He had a great ability to embrace at-risk youth and empower them to walk in a life different from his own childhood.

 

 

  1. Makes Me Wanna Holler by Nathan McCall
    makes me wanna hollerNathan was sentenced to a ten year prison for an armed robbery. During his time down he found some time to self reflect and find himself. He took on some training in printing and upon his release he pursued college. His problems in life continued to persist and he was later jailed again for child support. However, through all of his turmoil he still pursued his career in writing and became a bestselling author.

 

 

  1. The Autobiography of Malcolm X as told to Alex Haleymalcolm
    The two fold story of Malcolm’s life is monumental within itself – from a womanizer, fast-talking hustler, and robber to the leading Minister of the Nation of Islam. The way that prison groomed and prepared him to be the great speaker and national speaker that he grew to be! What he exemplified was a great maturation of self discipline.

 

 

Ronald Bullock:

udyI was sentenced to 13 years of prison but I like to consider the time 13 years of college. My sentence changed me forever – it fast tracked me to my role as a husband, father, friend, and educator! I began to seek discipline, work ethic, and education to propel me to my physical exodus from prison! Thanks to these valuable men and authors for sharing their lifes’ lows and transitions.

I have now completed my own manuscript, a memoir entitled 13 Years of College, which is my debut. It’s being edited.

Stay Tuned! Stay Blessed!

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My Era by F. Jacobs


My Era
copyright 2018 F. Jacobs
AKA Bumani the Prudent Pauper

 

I come from the era of dislocated family structures also known as broken homes,
where single mothers carry the mother load of filling both roles,
while baby daddy chased a dollar and a dream Donald Ducking his responsibilities,
he was never held accountable, but instead was given the title of Rolling Stone.
This era produced rock stars who never graced the covers of Rolling Stone,
who free based an illegal substance, destroyed their communities because a fortune was made from friends smoking stones.

Crack was the death-blow to Black love.
They declared war on a particular pigmented people, but publicly labeled the War on Drugs.
Understand that no one forced us to put those drugs in our hands, bodies or communities.
We stupidly pursued a false image
because we wanted a percentage of the devil’s pie,
with eyes wide shut, all around us was darkness
we became savages of the madness
pursuing a dream that was never meant for us.

This was the era of gang mentality,
increase in gangster criminality,
raising the death toll only made some of us
numb to casualties.
I cannot  stress enough the impact it had on me
growing up in a society…
scratch that, I’m just thankful my bones are not brittle and my skin is tough.

Even while I’m in prison the plight of my people is a struggle
the fight is for atonement, our communities are jungles
full of endangered species
where dreams get ditched in the gutter amongst the urine and feces
A generation that gets raised by detention centers and group homes,
T.V.’s, social media, play stations and music videos.
The teacher said we had to learn on a curve
which we understood as the street curb and
turned the corner into our classroom.

So let me ask: Who are you?
What is your purpose?
What good are you doing?
And, What good have you done?
Because at the end of the day
what’s worse: Being called a nigger
or being treated like one?

~ Bumani the Prudent Pauper