Dear Dee.
Thank you for the letter and the latest sermons. I just got a beautiful picture of K, C, and S (his daughter and family). It’s perfect. I’m not supposed to hang pictures but I didn’t want to put it away in my album, so I have taped it to the bunk above me so that it’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning.
I’m jealous of all that you have to fill your life. You have such a varied menu of places to go and things to do. When I get out, I want to get involved in UU work, community outreach, working with the homeless perhaps.
Here are some answers to your questions:
Yes, the front of our doorless cubicles opens onto what is known as The Common Area, where there are card tables and where people bring their chairs to watch television. Our windows don’t open. There is a view far off of a copse of thick green trees, but the window is heavily streaked with muddy grunge. And between me and the trees are two razor-wire fences. So I have to look through a lot of ugliness to get to the beauty.
As I predicted, we seem to have had a heavy influx of
people in here. My unit was built to house 176 and currently has 230. Everyone
is concerned that the extra bodies are going to jack up tension levels and
trigger some violence. It will certainly result in longer waits for showers,
sinks, toilets, microwaves and phones. We only have four phones for all these
people.
In addition to a food strike, a work stoppage is possible
or, God forbid, a full blown riot. They had one of those here in 1988 and
burned the place to the ground.
You are eligible to apply to a treatment facility in the last 36 months of your sentence, that’s why the other guy was able to go.
You commented that you hoped I was still using my mantras to some benefit. Sadly, I have let them slip away. There was one in particular that I used to call upon daily for comfort and for the life of me, I can’t remember it. My memory, it seems, is the consistency of Swiss cheese these days. You said you save my letters so perhaps you can locate the one where I said I drew a mantra from something you sent. (Note from Dee: Upon this request, I went back and reread all of Kent’s letters. It occurred to me as I read that the letters flowed like a book and told a story worth sharing, so I decided to start the blog. Kent liked the idea.)
I’m really distraught about the continued erosion of our political system. There was a time when men of honor like Bob Dole and Gerald Ford, though conservative, knew when it was time to put petty partisan considerations aside and get down to doing the people’s business. No more. It just kills me to know that I will never again be able to cast a vote to help offset the madness.
In the “Finding God” book, I read what Martin Burber said about evil; the actual decision to do evil. He postulated that human nature is not evil; what is evil is the misuse of freedom. How true. Perhaps that’s why my freedom was taken away—because I squandered it. Food for thought.
Time to close. My hand hurts from writing. Thank you again for the mind food.
Love, Kent