All my life I pretended with my folks, it was the thing in the street that was real. I was certainly just pretending with the nuns and priests. I served mass so that I could be in a position to steal altar wine, sang in choir because they made me. When we went on tour of the rich white catholic schools we were always treated very well- fed- rewarde with gifts. Old Father Brown hated me but always put me down front when we were on display. I can’t say exactly why, I was ugliest, skinniest little misfit in the group.

Black men born in the U.S.  and fortunate enough to live past the age of eighteen are conditioned to accept the inevitability of prison. РGeorge Jackson, Soledad Brother