Not your traditional graduation ceremony
I thought back to last
spring.
I was watching happy and
excited crowds in New York City, on hand for a traditional Christmas season
ceremony. But I was reflecting on an
experience of a few hours earlier, one that reminded me of happy and exciting
times for many of our friends last spring.
As warm weather arrived,
there were outdoor receptions for high school graduates, many people posted
many pictures of graduates on Facebook, newspaper stories paid tribute to
valedictorians and salutatorians, display ads recognized the accomplishments of
high school grads from various local institutions. It was an exciting time, and proud parents,
grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters attended ceremonies marking
this milestone in the lives of local teenagers.
That isn’t the way it was yesterday at Brooks Correctional Facility, one
of three state prisons located in Muskegon.
Nearly 50 students, ranging
in age from the late teens to the late 60s, had been patiently tutored by
fellow inmates and were finally going to receive their General Educational
Development diplomas. The GED graduates
quietly took their seats in the prison gymnasium. The Deputy Warden and the school principal
praised their achievements. The
President of HUMANITY FOR PRISONERS encouraged them to keep on learning, and to
make a difference. But there was no
audience.
Sons and daughters, moms and
dads, brothers and sisters, weren’t there to witness the occasion.
After diplomas were received
and the class was introduced, some of the students followed tradition and
tossed their caps into the air. Many
didn’t.
There were no big receptions,
no parties, no all-nighters to follow the ceremony.
The big treat was home-made
cookies, prepared by the prison food tech class. That was it.
Prison and school officials,
Matt and I were then permitted to leave.
The graduates had no choice. They
returned to their cells.
I watched excited crowds at
Rockefeller Center in New York last night, on hand to witness the Christmas tree lighting
ceremony. Millions of colored lights
came on, and the crowd cheered. It was
the place to be.
For me, the meaningful
ceremony yesterday took place under a basketball hoop in a prison gym. We were proud to be there!
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