Jail for Life: My Secret Thoughts

Posted in The Other Side by Publisher, Port Of Harlem Snippets on January 23rd, 2013

By T. Michael Colbert

A life sentence was only the beginning. The sentence was only the beginning of a spiraling descent into an abyss of despair. Finally, I see a glimmer of hope.

During my descent, my father and I had grown close. We had made plans to live and travel together and to be the father and son that had unfortunately eluded us for much of my young adult years. Eleven years into my incarceration, my father passed away from cancer.

Two months after his death, the courts denied my first appeal, which was swiftly followed by the denials to my second and third appeals. The hope that I saw at the end of the tunnel quickly became a speeding train traveling in the wrong direction. I dawdled away many years with self-loathing, useless activities and associating with less than inspiring friends.

Finally, a cousin came to see me with a magnanimous promise that he would retain a high-powered attorney who had the influence to have the judicial system set me free. He even offered me a supervisory position in his thriving construction company.

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