Monday, April 4, 2016

Pawn Sacrifice


“…every minute aspect of the ‘Match of the Century’ (Bobby Fischer vs. Boris Spassky) has been put under chess, psychological and socio-political microscopes.  There is not much new or original that many be said about this match – it was simply an event that gripped the entire world…”
Karsten Muller

Just recently I had the opportunity to see the movie “Pawn Sacrifice.” It is loosely based on the life of Bobby Fischer, but focused mainly on his 1972 match against Boris Spassky for the World Chess Championship title.  Due in large part to Fischer, what was once simply a hobby people indulged, became an international event that captivated the world.

An eccentric genius, Fischer was a chess ‘rock star,’ a monumental being, the type of person who comes along every hundred years or so and has a profound effect on the world.  Of record, no one before or after him has impacted the sport of chess in the manner that he did.  His very name is virtually synonymous with chess.  Prior to the release of “Pawn Sacrifice,” if you had asked anyone who knows anything about chess to name the most famous chess player in the history of the game, most of them would have answered “Bobby Fischer.”

Before this, the computer age, he was considered a genius of chess, a true evolutionist of the game.  He loved it so much that he is quoted to have said, “All I want to do, ever, is play chess.” Thus, he sacrificed so much else in life and as a result, is revered as a chess legend.  Perhaps even, the greatest player to ever live.

There is a saying that goes, “When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful.” This type of iron-willed determination is what propels people to greatness, motivates them to achieve the seemingly impossible.  Being condemned to die for over seventeen years and counting, I have both witnessed and experienced the ebb and flow of the desire to live.  It is an everyday struggle to not succumb to the gloom and despair of an American “death house.”

When your friends are being executed and also, just simply dying all around you, it is impossible not to be affected.  It is difficult to be optimistic and not question the point of continuing to live in such a state. Yet we persist.  Mourning our fallen comrades, we immortalize them in word and deed. They are not forgotten. Whether it be with hopes of receiving relief through the courts or merely in accepting life for what it is and living, making the best of our situation.  Regardless of the circumstances of our incarceration, we endure the sacrifice of fate; suffer the loss of our freedom.  We refuse to resign.

A pawn sacrifice is the sacrificing of a pawn to achieve a positional advantage.

Approximately two years ago we were honored with our first visit from Eugene Brown, the man who inspired the movie “Life of a King” in which he is portrayed by Oscar award winning actor Cuba Gooding, Jr.  During this visit and the others that have followed, he has shared with us accounts of his experiences and overall objective in life.  After years of living the life of a criminal and being addicted to drugs, he has “habilitated” himself and become a productive part of society. 

He is the founder and CEO of The Big Chair Chess Club, has a book (“From a Pawns to a Kings”), scheduled to be released in spring of 2016, and is a community activist mentoring youth.  He has also spoken at jails and prisons around the country.  An undeniable inspiration, he is a truly dedicated agent of social and penal reform.  For him, chess isn’t just a game, it is a way of life.  It is a vehicle he uses to navigate through life successfully and he counsels others to do the same.

Now what, one may ask, does this have to do with men who have been condemned to die?  Mr. Brown has discovered among us a light of hope and source of inspiration and motivation for those in need of it.  He has witnessed our humanity and thus, has sacrificed his time and efforts to provide us with an opportunity to reaffirm it to the world, through the noble game of chess.  As the newly appointed National Ambassador for Chess in Prisons, it is his desire to establish our unit as the headquarters for the National Prison Chess League. 

Through this league prisoners will compete against one another via Skype and/or Internet links.  The league will also organize events in which prisoners compete against civilian players.  Furthermore, the games played will be published in books, (The Death Row Gambit) and magazines (Lethal Injection), for the world to see, documenting our legacy in the annals of chess history, a major ‘life’ accomplishment for us.

Times are changing.  Chess is becoming more popular in the 21st century.  Chess programs are now commonplace in schools.  Recently, school children right here in Raleigh competed against children in Nigeria, and the youngest U.S. female chess master is an eleven-year-old girl.  Chess clubs are being established all around the world and on the Internet tens of thousands of games are played daily.  Then there is the release of the movie, Pawn Sacrifice. 

All of this is a sign of the rebirth of chess popularity.  For us on North Carolina’s Death Row, chess is a productive pastime, hence our association with Eugene Brown.  He has recognized that with us, chess is more than just a game.  It is a means for us to mitigate our humanity.

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Copyright © 2016 by Rodney Taylor, Sr.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Sounds of a Superhero


Can you hear that?

“Around the way you’re like a neighborhood jewel.  All the homeboys sweat you so you’re crazy-cool.” 

Sounds like my SUPERWOMAN.

Flawless as the quality of a Stevie Wonder piano scale
Unbreakable like Ms. Keys
She’s harmonious as A-minor
Able to exceed the need for Al Green’s, Love and Happiness
She is the heart that beats like a ?uestlove drum solo
Look, it’s a guitar, it’s a drumstick, nah, its MUSIC.

By day, MUSIC makes memories
She can be life’s timetable
MUSIC gives us opportunities to grow
Helping us get to know others as well as ourselves
MUSIC can be peace, offering neutral ground where battles are forbidden
MUSIC holds love in spades when hate is brewing on the horizon
She bleeds tranquility in the midst of chaos, ignorance and envy
MUSIC offers redemption when society chooses to condemn.

By night, she is the soundtrack for the peaks and valleys of my being
She familiarizes me with the success and failures of a Mann on the come-up
MUSIC is the SUPER AROUND THE WAY GIRL
Basement parties, the Goody Shop, or
Just going in the store to purchase Mom’s pantyhose when my masculinity wouldn’t allow me to do so.

Her image remained close when I moved far away
Her voice is rhythmic
Her actions are certified platinum
Her passion has been the microphone for the transmission of my expressions
Without MUSIC, what would life be?

She is a cornerstone in the construction of me becoming a better Mann.
She engineers the sound of my melodies to the Masses
Her existence is a gift to many
The efforts of MUSIC are amplified through speakers that reach those in need of that 1st dance, to shake off the butterflies and really get their party started.
When she’s ringing through my headphones, her sound not only encourages me to produce hits for the Masses,

She reminds me to never stop singing the song of FREEDOM.

“She likes to dance to the rap jams.  She’s sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams.”
I love MUSIC
My around the way SUPERHERO.


Copyright © 2016 by Leroy Elwood Mann

Monday, March 21, 2016

Waves of Trauma: No Justice…No Peace

Editor's Note: I feel the need to explain the gap in the postings to Word to the Masses (W2TM).  Let me start by saying that Leroy is fine and writing as much as ever. As his editor for W2TM, I take great care in making sure his expression is representative of the Mann I know.  

A crisis in my own life has prevented me from performing my duties consistently over the past year. As things take a turn for the better, my focus can now return to W2TM.  Leroy appreciates your continued support and looks forward to sharing his literary expression with you for the foreseeable future.  Rochelle



This is dedicated to Ms. M. NourbeSe Phillip (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._NourbeSe_Philip ) the author of ZONG!

Capital punishment is the tumultuous waters surrounding my being.  It seems the soul of a Mann is suited to sail the swells of where I don’t belong; like a ZONG!

Holding precious cargo, water wherever my eyes go.  Waves of destruction, currents of extinguishment.  Lives enveloped by seas of greed.  Various cultures and tongues trapped and bereaved.

* Evidence is sustenance
                   is support
                   is the law
  the ship is the captain
                is the crew
  perils is the trial
            is the rains
            is the seas
            is the currents
  the case
               is
                    murder * (ZONG! #24)

ZONG! Is bubbles under water
ZONG! Is literary rock climbing.
ZONG! Is the blueprint of watery skies, within the eyes of one forced to swallow their demise.  The soul never dies.

Drown me in your corruption and my voice grows louder as it rises beyond the surface of insidious mental entrapment.  Once suffocated by your law, my legacy now levitates above you all.  The wave of contempt crashing against my physical existence stings my flesh but strengthens the tendons and bones of perpetuated literary expression.

The Who? Where? Was…
The It, When? How?
What have I become?
ZONG! Is my parallel experience.
ZONG! Is a story that must be absorbed because it can’t be told.

Like a building burning with children screaming at the tops of their lungs.  Voices rising within the flames, leaving behind burnt flesh without names.
The 60-plus homes incinerated.  The city’s fraudulent response to restore what was lost.

Is this ZONG!?
Or is this the concrete coffin encapsulating my memories?
It is frustration.  It is chaos. It is the cacophonous eruption of voices impeded by violence.  Where is the justice?  Why is there no peace?  

I can only sing a song with the Earth, Wind and Fire cascading my desires, for freedom, racial equality, and the reparations for the men thrown overboard – into the abyss of a death chamber – as I stood on deck and did nothing but remember.

Who is this that proclaims my life ends on a particular day?  My hour is unknown to man if it is in THE CREATOR’S plan, my exhumation from the depths of reproof is already at hand.

Still Livin,’

MannofStat
Copyright © 2015, by Leroy Elwood Mann

Saturday, December 26, 2015

The Gift


This has been a year where the golden rants from my soul were not exclusive to my W2TM audience. Your support has been phenomenal, but here is the other side of my expressions appearing on your screens:

On 12/18/14, Lynden Harris and her Hidden Voices team shared an incredible holiday meal with us; string beans sautéed in a mouth-watering sauce, sweet potato and egg plant pies, turkey, homemade chocolate chip cookies, and dark chocolate that was so hard it had to be cut with a knife.  Word is bond.

Lynden gave each of us gift-wrapped writing paper and ink pens.  Needless to say, these gifts didn’t last long.  I went through the paper before spring was in the air, and I am writing this entry with a state-issued BiC.  Real talk.

It felt good to sit at a table eating with a fork and knife while taking my time and engaging in some wholesome conversations with good people.

We began the New Year with a project in which we created individual life maps.  My map resembles a Monopoly board.  I call it Concrete Exposure – a hard life.  This exhibit – along with copies of our Lethal Injection magazine – were featured at the Re-visioning Justice Conference, at Vanderbilt University this past April.  It was monumental!

Our exhibits were a hit, and caught the eye of a top tier criminal defense attorney named Bryan Stevenson.  In hindsight, I can clearly see it was inevitable for he and I to share the same space.  Feel me?

My Born Day (7/22/15) was simply incredible.  I hailed victorious at our inaugural Story Slam.  I performed a piece called, Between the Lines.  Telling a story about my teenage ambition to win my first trophy caught the ears and eyes of accomplished writer/novelist, Allan Gurganus, another golden moment where my soul was freed from bondage.  Ya heard?

On 8/17/15, I met Bryan Stevenson.  I stood before him and performed one of the most powerful pieces I have ever written.  The experience was surreal.  I stumbled over my words in the first stanza, but Reverend Ann Beck preached a sermon the day before titled, “Redo.” And that is exactly what I did.  

It felt like I fumbled the ball at my own first yard line; recovered it; then ran the distance of 99 yards to “pay dirt.” Everyone was screaming, touchdown!!  Afterwards, Bryan Stevenson autographed a copy of his book, Just Mercy, for me:

“To Leroy,

With respect, appreciation and hope for justice.  Keep your eyes on the prize.  Hold on!
Bryan Stevenson”

This holiday season is already something special for me.  The fall session began with six students from Duke University being added to my creative writing Fam.  We have been reading and discussing the literary works of James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, Richard Wright and M. Nourbese Philip.  

We are a circle of friends defying the odds.  Chris, Caleb, Megan, David, Zack and Mike bring a presence to our class that is a gift wrapped in words.  Asante Sana my friends!

By the time this goes to press, six death row prisoners (Team FFLOW) will share their lives in a play called, Serving Life.  It is an incredible way to close out a life-changing year.  I’ll tell you all about it in 2016.  Happy Holidays!

One,

MannofStat
Copyright © 2015 by Leroy Elwood Mann