It's not a relaxed pace, Maurice! Belated Happy Bday!
Maurice Carter’s birthday quietly slipped past yesterday. All of his friends still living huddled in their homes, fearing for their lives in the midst of a pandemic. Marcia and I, now 83 years of age, remained in seclusion nursing our own non-virus respiratory ailments. No celebrations. Not even any quiet observances. He deserved better. Maurice Henry Carter would have been 76 on March 29. We lost him in 2004, just three months after his release from prison. BUT, what a legacy! Today, HUMANITY FOR PRISONERS is thriving, although not quite the way Maurice had envisioned it. How he loved to fantasize about how it would be someday. Maurice had persuaded me to get this organization started already at the turn of the century. We officially became a non-profit organization in 2001. “I can see us now,” Maurice would say to me. “We’ll have a big table in our office. You and I will sit around that table, reviewing cases of prisoners, and deciding which one we’re going to h