By Walter Fortson
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| Photo credit: PrisonPhotography.org |
Each year, Americans across the nation celebrate
Independence Day; commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence
by our forefathers, solidifying our freedom from Great Britain. With American pastimes of fireworks, sporting
events, picnics and parades, every year our citizens don the streets with their
children, wearing light-up necklaces and bracelets, showing patriotism to our
dear country.
As for me, and millions of others, the concept of Independence Day doesn’t quite resonate; at least not in terms of patriotism. July 4, 1776 was not a celebration for those serving life sentences on southern plantations, and 237 years later, the same demographic struggles with American systems that occlude freedom.
As for me, and millions of others, the concept of Independence Day doesn’t quite resonate; at least not in terms of patriotism. July 4, 1776 was not a celebration for those serving life sentences on southern plantations, and 237 years later, the same demographic struggles with American systems that occlude freedom.
African-American males are the most incarcerated demographic in the nation –and on the planet. From 2008 to 2010, I, too, was a part of that population. Vividly, I recall the feelings and emotions that came with being stripped of my freedom, sanctity, and integrity throughout that period in my life. For those two years, I was property of the state of New Jersey. “810161D” became my identity.





