Reflections on Life from Death Row
by Moyo
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 Reggie once told me that we could use these cells like meditation cells used by monks in monasteries.
But prison is not a monastery. And although I may do my best to take advantage of the opportunities I have for genuine practice in the confines of this cell, to lose touch with what the cell is intended for would be a mistake.
It would first be me not seeing things for what they are which is something that my practice encourages me to do at all times: to see things correctly.
It would also not serve my commitment to raising awareness on the inhumanity and destructiveness of the solitary cell. I’m committed to helping keep this conversation going till we see some change.
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Funny how the thing set to kill you is the thing you use to heal you. The solitary cell is the best sparring partner for the prisoner it holds. It is the best guru, the best teacher.
Strange, I know, but it is true.
In this cell, I have learned the art of patience, the art of silence, and its fruits so sweet. I have learned the art of introspection and what it can do to improve one’s sense of self.
I have learned to wait this cell out with the patience it has enforced on me. I no longer scream out in agony in the grip of the cell’s silence.
I know that if someone came out of here after four decades, I should be doing fine in my decade and half. I’m just getting warmed up.
But so is this cell.
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I don’t expect to ever be let out of solitary confinement alive.
I could die next year, I could die this year. I don’t sense an overwhelming anxiety about this.
What I am most concerned with is spending my time in worthy ways. What bothers me is that I am a waste to others here. In the movie The Matrix, humans still served some purpose. They were fuel! Here, my purpose is none.
Stick me in front of a camera and let me talk to some at-risk kids. Teach me to knit so I can make some blankets for the homeless. Let me donate some blood or some organs!
I am a healthy male. When I am executed, I won’t be able to donate any of my organs because at that point they will be ruined by the chemicals […].
So my protests are my donated organs. My speaking out are my donated organs. My art is my donated organs. |
Editor’s note: Even though we all intellectually understand how one small act of kindness can generate many ripples, it’s often hard to believe that our individual actions alone can make a notable difference in the world at large. However, kindness and positivity DOES change the energy around us and it only takes a critical mass of energy to transform the energy of the entire world! Let’s be part of the change. –Ameeta
