Humanity for Prisoners

As I began writing this post, a blue heron swooped down into the pond in front of my office window. He (or she) began fishing in the pond. I was mesmerized for a moment. How blessed I am, on a sunny, summer afternoon, to watch this little scene!   To explain, this blog author is now 87 years of age. I started this agency, doing its very best to help prisoners with their personal issues and problems when they don’t know where else to turn, 23 years ago. Since that time, I have developed not only an incredible desire to help the incarcerated, but an incurable love for those residing behind bars.   My role with HUMANITY FOR PRISONERS lessens as the years go by, but I still work every day, and try to make my little contribution to the success of this wonderful agency. My office is at home, and overlooks a pond. Just outside the sliding glass door, in front of me, there’s an array of bird feeders and a bird bath.   A Canada geese couple (I call them Gertrude and Heathcliff, a reminder

It was very early in the morning on Saturday, July 24, 2004.   Scott Elliott couldn’t sleep any longer. Neither could I. We stood quietly sipping coffee in the lobby of the Holiday Inn, Jackson, Michigan. Scott was the founder and chair of the Citizens Committee for the Release of Maurice Carter. I was Maurice’s best friend, and had led the fight for his freedom since the mid-90s.   Friday night had been festive in that Holiday Inn, as many supporters of Maurice, as well as family members, gathered over dinner, anxiously anticipating his release the following morning.   Special friend Jerry Horne was up early, also, cleaning the windshield of his luxurious motor home that would serve as Maurice’s transportation to Spring Lake, and a public reception. Jerry and his wife Dee loved Maurice, and graciously donated the time and the vehicle for this special occasion.   Later that morning, Maurice’s cousin Mary Armstrong and I would walk Maurice Carter out of Michigan’s prison hospita

What would it be like for a person behind bars?   As a worker with the incarcerated, I often ask that question when certain issues arise in my own life. That was the case when I recently underwent surgery for colon cancer.   -The mass was discovered during a routine check-up by my primary care physician. In that prison healthcare is so marginal, how likely is it that a malignant mass would be found in its early stage?   -Upon discovery of the problem, I was able to meet with a surgeon within a week! For the incarcerated, nothing happens quickly.   -Preparation for a colonoscopy begins one day in advance, with a colon-cleansing regimen that demands frequent urgent bathroom visits. Virtually impossible in our state prisons! Can you imagine?   -Pain meds were critical in my post-op recovery. HFP Office Manager Susie Greenbauer, who handles most of our medical complaints, says: “…the surgeon will recommend follow up visits, therapy, certain meds, further care and the MDOC provide

"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."   Reciting The Pledge of Allegiance is sorta like offering The Lord’s Prayer. We get so accustomed to saying them that we don’t really pay attention to the words.   The United States may be the “land of the free, and the home of the brave,” but if you think that, in our nation, there is “justice for all,” you’ve got another guess coming!   Case in point.   The HFP office helps many incarcerated people in the preparation of applications for a commutation of sentence. I was asked to review the application of an elderly Native American physician, and that’s when my blood starting boiling!   Here’s a capsule of his story.   Dr. Desai’s business partner was strangled to death in 1983. 12 years later, based on a conversation by 2 other people alleging that he had solicited someone to commit the c