Yesterday, my daughter announced that she had read my latest post. She asked me why I had not discussed the issue of my incarceration with her and my son. I told her that I saw no need to worry them with such a thing. She told me that they already knew, but declined to mention the topic for fear that it might upset me. I chuckled and explained that if I were to be upset about anything, it would be the circumstances leading up to my five days in stir and certainly not answering any questions that my favorite 2 kids might ask. I assured her that not everyone behind bars belongs there and that the experience had not been traumatic for me. This seemed to allay her concerns.
Long after our discussion, however, I did consider the motives of the cowards behind my commitment, persons of privilege who lead what I assume are decent lives, persons with children, homes and some level of financial security. That such persons would use their influence to deprive me of the same in a pathetic attempt to show me who’s boss speaks so little of them as to render them beneath the contempt with which they had the gall to charge me. They don’t get that we’re not made of the same stuff. They couldn’t walk 100 yards in my shoes. I took the worst they could legally dish out without breaking a sweat. Now, it’s my turn.
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. Who am I to argue? Rather than engage in some dopey revenge fantasy, I choose to help others who might suffer a fate similar to that they tried to hang on me. I choose to partner with organizations that are fully staffed, funded and empowered to fight the injustices I’ve heard of and experienced. I choose to turn what these saps thought would be a negative into a positive for good people facing what seem to be insurmountable obstacles. I choose to do my part to rip apart a tattered, medieval system that few have dared to challenge.
My children are pretty much my life. That three well-educated idiots prone to abusing their authority and their enablers would try to separate me from my kids or hinder me from doing what I must for them is motivation enough for me to shine a klieg light on the histories of my would-be tormentors. But each of them has been active for years in the Lehigh Valley. That means that somewhere out there, or likely IN there, as in the Northampton County Prison, there are any number of people subjected to some level of injustice at their hands. Bet I can’t flip a coin without hitting one of these victims square on the forehead.
Yes, I have emerged from a 4-year nightmare a stronger, smarter, more determined, motivated and organized man than before. I am grateful to family, friends, God and my children for all they’ve done to see me through. I am and will continue to be what you all expect. It’s the best way I know to say “thank you.”