A Prisoner Who's Worth It
I of all people am familiar with the risks of getting involved with prisoners. They generally take up an immense amount of time and emotional investment, and promptly disappear after they are released---if you're lucky.
(In case some of you guys never picked up on this, gangs in female prisons run regular lonely hearts-style scams on middle-aged White men on the outside. I was never dumb enough to fall for any of those, but I know one guy who did, briefly. Remember, a woman criminal is still a criminal.
Another problem is there are so damned many of them, and prisoners will do or say anything in order to receive mail. Mail of any kind, some acknowledgement from the outside world that they are still alive and still exist, which I thoroughly get and don't judge them on. It just can't be the Party's task to do this. Once word gets around that a group or person will respond and send free stuff, then all of a sudden you've got 127 begging letters from the same institution, and if one allows a mailing list to become cluttered up with non-paying prisoners then bankruptcy will quickly loom.
I have developed a practice down through the years of fulfilling what the Jews would call my mitzvah, my morally required righteous deed, by adopting one genuinely deserving individual in prison and concentrating on giving that one man all the help I can. Bill White is my current prison project, as you know. Before him it was Edgar Steele. Before that it was Pamela Bailey.
One of my strict requirements is that the person must have been racial before they went inside. There is someone who fills that requirement, a man somewhat older than myself, who just had his final appeal turned down by the Supreme Court and his Jewish public defender has now resigned from the case, so he's done. He has been permanently warehoused and they're waiting around for him to die. They may or may not decide to speed things along with a Bruce Pierce-style "slip and fall" or Edgar Steele-style poison.
This man is named Dennis Mahon. I know him personally and can vouch for the fact that he is one of the solid men of my Movement generation. Dennis was unlucky; he fell into a honey trap of a similar kind to one which may or may not have been laid for me five years ago, but which I avoided. This is very much a case of "there but for the grace of God go I."
The problem is, my time restrictions are such that I just can't carry him and Bill both. I would like to urge each of you to look into your hearts and see if you can find some time in your own busy schedules at least to drop Dennis a line and let him know that he is not quite over yet; that at least his existence is remembered. There is a practical reason for this; prisoners with many known contacts on the outside are a lot safer than those whom their captors believe have been completely isolated, abandoned, and forgotten.
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