I finally did time with THEM on that main floor in the county jail. After 45 minutes, I saw how few THEY were; it was mostly just US. I did spreads: whipping hot cheetos, split pea soup, ramen noods, pork rinds, slim jims, and a host of other ingredients in a plastic bag for US to eat. A couple of days passed and THEY began fading quicker by the moment. WE did Monopoly tournaments, laughing, dancing, and quoting movies like the rest of US do. After a week inside, THEY didn't exist anymore. Yes, WE did make grave mistakes, watching each others' families age on the other side of the glass. I couldn't help but realize WE all had unaddressed problems. If you were to ask me, WE choose a variety of ways to deal with those issues. WE did a daily prayer meeting, asking God to forgive US for what WE had done.
Now I'm in prison 11 years later and I'm still doing push-ups (non nearly as many), but I'm working to provide solutions to some of the problems WE face on the inside. Our biggest problem is the US versus THEM attitude I had, authenticated by sensationalized depictions of incarcerated people. THe group of men I work with to rectify this problem is called FirstWatch. WE invigorate the idea that WE aren't possible without THEM and there's no difference between US. From our perspective, prison is not where THEY send THEM, this place wasn't designed specifically for US; instead, what you find behind these walls is that WE are here.
I'm trusted to be genuine and sincere, delivering our unadulterated truth. I once forefeited my right to be trusted, but now I hold dear any trust I have the opportunity to restore.