Monday, January 2, 2017

It’s A Wrap

 Happy New Year everyone!

I just wanted to take a moment to wish you all the best in 2017.  2016 was a VERY challenging year for me, but a very productive year for Leroy.  I spoke early in the year of an illness that hampered my ability to produce Word to the Masses with the same consistency you had become accustomed.  I was not the one who had become ill.  The near lose of my mother and corresponding long recovery, took my time away from Word to the Masses. 

I’m thrilled to say that my mother, although permanently altered, has made a remarkable recovery. That makes it possible for me to refocus my efforts on sharing Leroy’s expressions. We have discussed a pretty ambitious schedule for 2017 and I’m looking forward to getting back to raising awareness about the injustice of mass incarceration, the challenge of increased recidivism, and the elimination of the death penalty.  We are hoping you will come along for the ride.  Checkout Leroy’s summary of his 2016 activities.

Stay Tuned,
Rochelle
W2TM Editor

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Hotep,

Happy Kwanzaa!

As a tremendously productive year comes to an end and another begins, I am inclined to look forward to bigger and better, in 2017.  I have to admit, this uplifting year was somewhat deflated when the realization of a ‘Trump America’ left me speechless.  However, it did inspire a written expression titles, ‘Leaping Backward.’ It will be featured in the upcoming online edition of Scalawag magazine (scalawagmagazine.org).  Oh! Excuse me.  I haven’t mentioned ‘Swag Mag’ on this platform yet.  So, allow me to do so:

Swag happens to be one of the great things that happened to me as a writer in 2016.  I made the connection last summer through my good friend, Kris Agoranos, who is also the co-founder of Life Lines.  But, I will get to that in a minute.  For now, let’s just focus on my first article being published in Issue #6 of Swag.  Much thanks to my Swag editor, Matthew Witt, for feeling the intensity within the words of, “3 Shifts Of An 11th Hour.” [ http://www.scalawagmagazine.org/articles/letter-from-death-row-three-shifts-of-an-11th-hour ] So far, the journey with Swag has been amazing and one of several highlights in our 2016 campaign for social justice. 

The year began with our 3rd open performance of Serving Life.  I was hoping for our artful presentation to be continuous throughout the year, but the prison administration had other plans.  Although it seems the recent administrative shift has worked in our favor, because our cast was recently given the green light to begin rehearsing again.  The plan is to bring more outside audiences into the fold of human beings Serving Life from the brink of death.  The term, “break a leg,” doesn’t begin to define my focus going into such a great opportunity.  Na mean?

I feel as thought this year’s pace accelerated in March, when Mr. Frank Baumgartner hosted a conference (Race, Innocence and the End of the Death Penalty) in which the monologues from Serving Life resonated with the audience of the Genome Sciences Building in Chapel Hill.

Our hard work and civil resistance was bearing fruit.  People in the position to assist and mobilize were hearing our plight.  And by June, the death row population was granted regular access to the telephones. Our family, friends and loved ones salute this great accomplishment.  But, there was still no room to grow complacent.

Our motivation was high.  The conference room where we hold our weekly classes transformed into a sacred ‘clearing’ where no manmade ceiling existed.  The Life Lines movement was born by the time my granddaughter turned 4 (7/20/16), and listened to me sing happy birthday (my first as a G-dad) to her over the phone; a beautiful moment in time.  SMH.

Death row is life that stands still, yet we were pushing forwarding in a life-changing manner.  We started releasing spoken word expressions through [https://soundcloud.com/lifelinesjournal]. In a matter of 30 days the outside support for Life Lines grew tremendously.  The Life Lines website is projected to launch after the first of the year.  But the blessings continued and more doors began to open.

I formed an alliance with Swag by mid-summer.  The editing process with an established publication has enhanced my work ethic.  It has also increased my coffee intake.  LOL.  But, I would much rather be busy working, rather than allowing myself to accept the racial inequality that has me stuck in this long line for capital punishment.  Swag is a great platform for attacking such a grave injustice.

The combination of the early success of Life Lines and my article in Scalawag caught the interest of the cohosts of TalkingBullPodcast.com.  My interview with Josh and Adam was something special.  [ https://soundcloud.com/talkingbull/episode-9-life-lines-113016-120-am ]

I am also looking forward to an upcoming interview with Shane Claiborne and Tony Campolo, of the Across the Pond podcast, which transmits from the U.K.   Stay tuned for more on that venture.

So there it is, 2016 wrapped up in the sum of 850 words.  Holla if ya hear me, Chelle.  LOL.  We can assure you that W2TM will remain committed to raising awareness about the social ills of mass incarceration, racial injustice, and the forgotten humanity that continues to exist on North Carolina’s death row.  2017 is an opportunity to be greater than 2016.  Ya heard?

Much Love,

MannofStat
Copyright © 2017 by Leroy Elwood Mann

Monday, December 26, 2016

Getting to know through Life Lines


Coming to you live and direct from the tombs of North Carolina’s death row, are the voices that bring shame to the erroneous practices of capital punishment in this country.

Paul Brown, Rodney Taylor, Lyle May, and yours truly, Leroy Mann, are the “paradigmatic hippies” turning the tables on the state-sanctioned homicides that have initiated and concluded each of our days for a total of 70 years.  In turn, this is our LETHAL INJECTION of truth acting as a stone throw into the ocean of your existence.

Allow this art to be the TIDAL WAVE of humanity that rumbles beneath the surface.  Life is not rocket science; nor is it fair.  Life will always be artful, just let the art be art.  The passion within our voices bridges the gap between unconcerned and GETTING TO KNOW.

Life Lines is about connection.  It’s about finding surprising spaces to share endangered, beautiful life.  It’s about recognizing our power and our powerlessness to give and take life.

One hundred and forty-seven men live on Death Row in North Carolina.  Most of us have been here for more than a decade.  Some more than 30 years.  Those of us, who are writers and poets, are passionate about the spoken word.  Until now, we’ve only been allowed one supervised 10-minute phone call each year.  But now, with regular access to the phones, we want to share our voices with you.  Literally.

Life Lines is an audio journal of poetry, spoken word and other creative writing from North Carolina’s Death Row.  We’ll publish three pieces each week: poems, or short stories in our own words.  Words, which we hope, invite communion, however limited and imperfect, with those struggling to live inside state prisons.

But we need your help to make it happen.  We want to build this place for you and us online, and that means creating and maintaining a website.  We’ll also have to pay each time we call off the Row to make the recordings.

With your support, we can cover these start-up costs and get connected for the first year.  We hope that will give us enough time to generate a moderate flow of monthly support to keep this line open for as long as you and we are willing.

Because of state laws restricting access to prisons, the authors record these poems by phone.  As you listen, carefully, let the line static become a reminder of all the lines-race, class, iron bars, and barbed wire we’ve constructed between ourselves.  If we allow them, these pieces can open new, shared spaces for us in spite of these boundaries, if only for a moment.  Take a chance with us – just listen.

Checkout this fascinating piece, featuring the Life Lines organizers, as well as, the North Carolina Death Row spoken word artists, on the Talking Bull Podcast.


Written by,
Leroy Mann and Chris Agoranos

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Homage to a Homegirl


Losing the people we love will always test the integrity of our spiritual soundness.  Loving someone does not subside when the prison gates close or the Plexiglas distorts your view of the other side.  Young or elderly having love and hurting for the loss of another person is an extant practice that tethers the human species.

I first met Keith Wiley (Chino) when he was 21 years old.  Death is a common topic of discussion between men condemned to die.  It is the reality of our dire circumstance; yet never easy to accept when we experience death’s effect through someone we love dearly.

The October 2015 death of Mary Elizabeth Hewlett compelled Chino to reflect on his homegirl; a platonic relationship that was tighter than most.  “I felt bad learning about her death 9 months after the fact.  I was trying to track her down and she was already dead.  I was actually expecting to hear from her again.” The words of a friend missing a friend.

I haven’t come across many friends since I’ve been in prison, but Chino is the real deal.  It’s only right that I share in the mourning of a close friend, sister, daughter, and mother of two (Devin & Destiny).

“Roses are prayers.  Prayers take different forms when they reach the other side; I believe sincere spirituality laced in the loyalty of a loving friend.  This is how Chino pays homage to his homegirl, ‘Mar-dogg.’

100,
MannofStat
Copyright © 2016 by Leroy Elwood Mann


Port City Rose

You know, it’s not like me to fumble with my words, especially when it comes to you, but I ain’t never have to speak to you under the present circumstances.  I reckon on one hand it’s good cause you’ll understand me now better than you ever have.  Damn, Mar-dogg, what happened?  I got word about two weeks ago from my lil’ bro (he’s friends with Brittany). 

Initially he wasn’t sure and at the point I was hoping it was anybody but you!  I actually thought it might be Mike.  We just got the phones on the Row (yeah, you read that right) and I was pushin’ to get at your number! Which is how I found out… I can’t help but notice it was October.  Seems so much has happened in that month during my life. 

Looking at it now it’s almost expected that you’d take flight then.  So, how’re you doing? Chino Niqora’ 😉 remember that?  Myself, I am maintaining by the grace of God.  Still pushing to hit them bricks.  My chances are greater than ever now; I got a real tight issue, know what I’m sayin’?  You probably sayin’, “ain’t that a bitch: this fool outlasted me and he’s on death row!” Crazy ain’t it?  God lays down the plans for us. 

Speaking of God, them roses you’ve been getting lately are from me.  I’m Catholic now, have been for a few years now.  Trust that I’m always going to send them up as well as stay in Moma-Mary’s ear about you! I’m going to need you to do the same for me: ain’t too much changed. 😌 Right now I’m trying to get in touch with anybody to bring me up to speed on things with you. 

I’ve not met Devin and Destiny yet, but I assure you that once I touch down, I’ll find them.  So long as I’m round, they’ll need for nada!  Make them feel that… I LOVE you girl, always have, and always will.  You were a Port City rose from crown to ground! I’m going to miss you: that drawl, the Kim-N-Lines 😉, and your letters during my years here.  I won’t forget!  Trust that I’ll carry you in heart for the rest of my days.  Til we meet up again, stay up-n-true; it’s all good.

Love Always,

Keith
(Chino Loc)

Mary Elizabeth Hewlett
 2-7-1977 ~ 10-10-2015
R.I.P.





Monday, November 7, 2016

Freedom Is…

  


Opening my eyelids without the pain of a sore sight.
That’s what freedom is…
Freedom, is finding a new approach
To an old dream,
Remaining true to self in the process.
Yeah, that’s what freedom is…

It is the truth exhaled through literary expression
Or the knowledge that written words can be erased
But ones that are spoken can never be taken back.

Reading… Writing… Running:
Exercise of escaping the prison plantation.
Using the leaves from trees to be heard
Rather than hanging from its branch without a last word.
Feel me?

The recognition of a freedom writer
The commitment to doing what was once prohibited
For my kind,
Speaking my heart and mind, that’s freedom.

See, this writing thing is no gimmick; it’s resistance,
That goes beyond penmanship.
Every word represents the blood I deny my captors

Every syllable symbolizes another heartbeat that
Escapes them, who see me as no more than livestock.
Damn right! I got something to say.

As long as my vision has focus
I’ll be the eye of the storm.
Just give me one breath and I can resuscitate
The embodiment of reform.
That’s what freedom looks like.

The 3rd strike ain’t right,
But neither is the 2nd or 1st
When the worst of the worst
Is handing down sentences
And putting babies behind fences
Decimating their malnourished mental defenses,
Leaving families as slaves to the penal system.

I know what freedom is,
It’s the words I have to say.
I know where freedom is,
At this point, I’d rather show than tell,
So I’ll see you when I get there.

MannofStat
Copyright © 2016 by Leroy Elwood Mann