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Life
is What Life Does
By Printess Williams, Prisonersolidarity.org
March 2, 2006
My
Dear Brethren Abroad,
I
am a 27-year old individual currently managing a sentence of 151
years. I am a product of a life lived deeply in the streets, where
I was a passionate participant in what's referred to as "the
game."
Growing
up, I didn't have much communication with my parents. My mom abandoned
me at three weeks of age and my dad followed the epidemic path of
being a mystery existence. My lessons in life came with hardship
and trials, and pain was my ultimate teacher.
In
my hometown of Toledo, Ohio, I am said to be a very
prominent figure, associated with having indulged in acts of the
more serious kind. Should the world be awaked to tell it, I would
be called a man without heart, and without a sense of care or reality.
The misunderstanding goes as far as to imply that I am crazy and
have no compassion or regard for the life and well-being of others.
However,
life in my shoes is a reality at heart that is quite the opposite
of what many would believe.
At
the same time, I can admit that my choices haven't reflected much
of the greater me. Very unfortunately, my life has demonstrated
expressions that don't represent my truest nature and spirit. Like
many young brothers out in the world right now (your sons, brothers,
nephews, etc.), all I wanted was a happy home and some sense of
human connection capable of supporting my existence and validating
my worth as an individual - some kind of father, brother, uncle,
or friend. But unfortunately (and like many young brothers out there
right now) loneliness, confusion, and an ill-balanced sense of identity
were my only company.
Having
been a serious natured person since the days of my early youth,
I have often sat pondering this life thing. Looking into the lives
of other men, I see reflections that are similar to my own pain,
and at times sincerely wish that I could produce healing and peace
for everyone. But reality speaks volumes above my fantasy wishes.
In this institution I break bread with brothers on Death Row, brothers
who have had such extreme experiences of trial and endurance that
at times I find myself emotionally weighed down to the point of
threatening tears. It is not because these brothers are something
to feel sorry about, or because they carry themselves in a way that
would promote such an atmosphere. No, it is the opposite. As a matter
of fact, daily I see these brothers standing just as we do, motivated,
determined, educated, and strong.
And
it comes to mind that life is what life does.
I
say this because I firmly believe that if a person has life in his
or her heart - and I'm speaking of life in the sense of passion
and soulful awareness, will, and flavor (as we say in my hood) -
then, no matter where they find themselves in this vindictive, contemptible
world, that spark of life will prevail over all circumstances.
Life
is what life does.
When
n full blossom, plants and trees produce seeds that
recreate life. As life is what life does, this cycle continues.
My
brethren, life is what life does. Despite your situation,
you must keep it nurtured, healthy, and productive. Reach out to
your sons, nephews, brothers, daughters, and fathers. Pass along
that energy of life. Even in the darkest corner, life is truly as
hopeful as you desire it to be. By all means, do not allow these
walls to absorb your spark, your flavor, and your soul. For "they"
win when our soul dies.
Reach
out to your distant sons and brothers and try to water those seeds
you have dropped. The words "too late" are nonexistent
so long as you breathe.
Life
is what life does.
Best
wishes.
Printess
Dupree Williams.
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Printess
Dupree Williams, # 459-524
Ohio State Penitentiary
878 Coitsville-Hubbard Rd.
Youngstown, OH 44505
When
writing to Printess, please send him a pre-embossed
stamped envelope so that he can promptly answer your letter. He
is not permitted adhesive stamps, that is, regular stamps.
The
following link offers tips for writing to prisoners:
http://prisonersolidarity.org/TipsForWritingPrisoners.htm
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