Hotep,
I haven’t driven a car since the global positioning system
was made available to everyday citizens.
I haven’t travelled by train or enjoyed the first class treatment of an
airline flight crew in this post-911 era.
Frequent flyer miles may as well be bungee jumping to me; I just don’t
do it. Na mean?
I still read newspapers that are hand delivered. The phenomenal usage of the I-Pad escapes me
whenever I moisten my fingertips to turn the page of my reading materials.
The closest I’ve come to ‘Skyping,’ is hearing the voices of
my loved ones – once a year – by way of a land-line. I’ve never sent anyone a text message; I’m
still writing love letters, and I still anticipate snail mail. Real talk.
I still enjoy rappers that haven’t experienced the instant
success of ringtones. Does that make me
obsolete? Nah, just old school, but the
radio is still my main source of musical display. An I-Pod would probably send me into a state
of rhythmic bliss. The freedom of
listening to my own music selections is currently passé, but not
unattainable. Feel me?
My years spent inside of this box, is equivalent to being
placed inside of a time capsule; nothing changes if no one intervenes. The radios, televisions, plumbing,
ventilation systems and penitentiary mannerisms, eventually become obsolete to
a person who chooses to rise above the stillness perpetuated by those who
choose not to intervene. Thinking
outside of the box has been the mental calisthenics that strengthens my need to
proceed; time capsule or not. Word is
bond!
My production within the last, nearly three years has
relinquished some fears – nudging others forward to facilitate the voices of
men. In their wake others are
enlightened by the accessibility of ‘The Pen.’ Facilitators will never become
obsolete. Ya heard?
I still wake up everyday with the
will to regain my freedom.
I’m still pushing this pen with
the genuine aspirations of a go-getter, until the ink runs dry.
My focus remains the same today, as it was the first day I
reached out to this blogosphere (“The Basement,” 3/31/2010): unveiling the
guise of ‘blind justice;’ bringing awareness to the deliberate indifference of
prosecutors when selecting jurors; sharing the inadequacies of ineffective
counsel, while eliciting the obsolete protocols of crime lab
investigations. This is my position of
interrupting the stillness within the time capsule. Na mean?
My purpose may be pertinent to those on the wrong side of
the gavel, but not exclusive to them.
This movement is the key to exposing the obsolete logistics of racial
injustice practiced in our courtrooms everyday.
Freedom isn’t free, but it’s still far from becoming
obsolete. For that matter; so is the
legacy of W2TM. Ya heard?
Keepin it 100,
MannofStat
Copyright © 2013 by Leroy Elwood
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