create a guidebook for grand jurors, explaining their rights.
A great joy has been getting to know my daughter and her children. My
great-grandchildren are my hope. The innocence, intelligence, and happiness
in their eyes give me strength. I want to keep going for them, keep speaking
out, keep fighting. I hope to leave them a better world than the one I had. I
hope they can find the spirit of my mom, their great-great-grandmother, when
they need her, as I did.
I bought a house. I’m still a news junkie and usually have news on the
TV. I can still only sleep a few hours at a time. I am often wide awake around
three a.m., when I used to get some “quiet time” in prison. Many people ask
me if I ever wake up and think I’m still in prison. I always know where I am
when I wake up. But sometimes I walk into a room in my house and I don’t
know why, and then I walk into all the rooms for I don’t know what reason. I
still get claustrophobic attacks. Now I have more space to walk them off. For
peace of mind, I mop the floors in my home.
People ask me how America has changed in 44 years. I see changes, but
in policing and the judicial system most of them are superficial. In 2016, the
year I was released from prison, a black
man named Alton Sterling was
fatally shot by police while he was pinned to the ground by officers in
Louisiana; a black man named Philando Castile was shot and killed at a
traffic stop by police while he was reaching for his wallet in Minnesota,
while
his girlfriend screamed, “You told him to get his ID, sir”; a black
behavioral therapist named Charles Kinsey,
caring for an autistic man, was
shot in the leg by police in Florida as he lay in the street with his hands up
(later the chief of police stated the cop was aiming for the autistic man who
was holding a toy truck that the cop thought was a gun); an unarmed black
man named Terence Crutcher was shot and killed as he was walking in the
middle of a street outside his vehicle in Oklahoma, obviously drunk or drug-
impaired. That was just 2016. As I write these words, in March 2018, a 22-
year-old unarmed black man named Stephon Clark was fired at 20 times—
with 8 shots hitting him, mostly in the back—and killed by police officers in
his grandmother’s backyard in Sacramento.
The officer who killed Terence Crutcher was acquitted and her record
was expunged. The officer who killed Philando Castile was acquitted. Black
people make up 13.4 percent of the U.S.
population, but the year I was
released, according to the
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