In my most humblest opinion I believe there’s absolutely no reason why government spending on corrections should exceed the needs of public schools. It’s like each inmate, or account, whichever term you prefer covers a correctional employees annual pay; which gives credence as to why most, “not all,” but why most correctional employees, institutional vendors and bail bonds agencies are so reluctant to support prison reform measures that seek to reduce the prison population by releasing inmates serving extremely long sentences, but have proven themselves to have been rehabilitated years ago.

The Preschool To Prison Pipeline is just one component of a longstanding sentiment aspiring to place blacks back onto plantations. Although the 13th and 14th amendments were enacted into law in the late 1800’s, the ideology of Lincoln’s killer(s) permeated far beyond the post antebellum period and showed its face through Black Codes, Jim Crow laws, Peonage, and throughout today’s jurisprudence via its practice of streaming blacks, and poor people alike through the judicial system without affording them Due Process nor Equal Protection of the law. This practice has resulted in an overcrowding of the U.S. prison system with an extremely disproportionate number of blacks who’ve been: a) over charged, b) unduly convicted, c) disenfranchised, and d) unjustly denied appellate relief on a state and federal level:


First and foremost before we proceed any further please allow me to say that by no means do I in any way condone the taking of a life. And with the utmost respect I commend all of the detectives, prosecutors, and judges who carry out the complexities of their daily duties with integrity, impartiality, and mindful compassion for all parties involved. Therefore, the purpose of this illustration is to simply show you how someone can be streamlined through the judicial system without being afforded the equal protection of the law nor the process that was due to them as defined by the State and United States Constitutions:

In 2005 I was charged with 1st degree murder by a trial court that did not abide by any of the mandates set forth in Michigan’s: State Jury Instructions Manual, nor the instructional mandates set forth by the United States Supreme Court or federal district and circuit courts in:

a) Berrier v. Egeler, 428 F. Supp. 750, 752 (E.D. Mich. 1975);

b) Berrier v. Egeler, 583 F. 2d 515, 521 (6th Cir. 1978);

c) United States v. Lofton, 776 F. 2d 918 (10th Cir. 1985), and

d) Mullaney v. Wilbur, 421 U.S. 684, 691-704 (1974) which mandated that, “the Due Process Clause requires the prosecution to prove beyond a reasonable doubt the ABSENCE of heat of passion on sudden provocation when the issue is properly presented in a homicide case.

What must be stressed at this point is that not every killing warrants a charge of murder. I know that sometimes we struggle with this concept, because whenever someone from the black community pulls the trigger they’re usually charged with first degree murder quick, fast, and in a hurry, with absolutely no regard for the mitigating circumstances surrounding the situation.

But whenever Bill, Bob or officer Tom pulls the trigger the process is drastically slowed down. The prosecutor and judge takes into account all of the surrounding circumstances and mitigating factors. Then they consult the corresponding statutes and jury instructions so that they can get a thorough understanding of the elements and legislators intent – making careful not to over charge. And after taking into account all contributing factors rarely does the government come back with a charge of first-degree murder. It’s usually something less.

So as I stood charged with 1st degree murder in Eaton county Michigan, the trial court, over my objection denied me the right to present a complete and meaningful defense. It’s imperative to the following section that I inform you that the right to present a defense is an inalienable right guaranteed to us all under the United States’ 6th amendment, and is integrated into the common law of American jurisprudence. Therefore, this type of error is what’s known as a structural error. Structural errors aka structural defects can be likened to the four legs of a chair; if one leg is broken then the integrity of the entire chair is compromised and it cannot stand.


For the purpose of clarification I would like to say that I was not charged with voluntary manslaughter, but I did request that it be submitted to the jury as my sole defense to the government’s charge of murder; along with the prosecution’s mandated burden of proof as required by the United States Supreme Court, and the trial Court agreed. However, after agreeing to the submission of this instruction on my behalf, the court took it upon itself to abandon Michigan’s mandatory Jury Instructions: “Use Notes”; which instructed the Court that, “If instructions on voluntary manslaughter are being given as a lesser included offense to the charge of murder, use Michigan Criminal Jury Instruction 16:9,” directly after the murder instruction, because instruction 16:9 informs the jury on how to apply the mitigating factors that would allow them to reduce a charge of murder to manslaughter.

The resulting consequence was that nowhere in the jury instructions did the Court inform nor even suggest to the jury that my sole defense to the government’s charge of murder was that the killing took place in the heat of passion in response to adequate provocation. Nor did the Court or jury instructions inform the jury that the Due Process Clause required the prosecution to prove beyond a reasonable doubt the ABSENCE of heat in order to find me guilty of murder as mandated by Mullaney, Berrier, and Lofton.

Introduction – James Wilford

Hello world, I wanted to start my profile off by giving much prop’s and thanks to Thoughts Beyond The Wall and it’s staff. My narme is James “Gumar Oz Dubar Allah” Wilford, I’m a writer from a small town here in Michigan called Albion, but was raised in Lansing, MI. I’m a black male, 6’2, 260 lbs, 42 years old, very intelligent, charismatic and down to earth (see.Otis.gov for a horrible photo…smiles). I spend my days writing screenplays & learning my craft, exercising and investing in the most valuable thing I have (my mind)! Also fighting the injustice of over sentencing handed down to me from a known racist judge (30th Circuit, William Collect).
I don’t want to put pressure on anyone to be other then themselves. My goal is to meet a good woman w/a good heart who don’t mind laughing, joking, sharing thoughts and supporting me w/my writing and freedom. I’m open minded to listen to anything you want to share. Also I’m full of fun and surprises. If you have a open mind and cool w/a new experience PlEASE don’t hesitate to respond to me for a more personal build (conversation) via JPay.com or snail mail: James Wilford #264510, 3225 John Conley Dr., Lapeer, MI 48446
As a member of The Nation of Gods & Earths(NGE) it’s customary to draw up how I see (3rd Eye) today’s degree (date) using the Supreme Mathematics and Supreme Alphabet. Today is the 11th, the 11th number in the alphabet is “K”, which is “King or Kingdom”. How I cee King or Kingdom is: A king(mind) is one w/the ability to direct and control his brain(body/flesh/dome)…thus, a King’s Dome is heaven!
Jesus was once asked were is the Kingdom of God(heaven) and he replied “The Kingdom of God is inside you.”(Luke 17: 20-21) Daily they continue to teach the masses that Heaven is a place rather then a state(condition of mind). If your like me then I bet you bought that hook line and sinker, never even stopping to question it. Personally I don’t know of anyone who has been to Heaven and came back to tell me about the experience. B.u.t now that you are informed you have the choice to choose to either remain ignorant or just plain gullible. Either way it’s up to you.
Life lessons has taught me that either you gonna control your brain or it’s gonna control you. Let’s be honest not everybody can control what they let get to them ( over due bills, stress, lost loved ones, etc.)….(to be to be continued… )



What do I mean? Well, have you ever wondered for example why, aside from demographics, why most, “not all,” but why most doctors across the country are often white or of Asian descent. Well it’s most certainly not because black children don’t aspire to be doctors or aren’t capable of achieving a doctorate. If that’s what you thought then please Google the recently publicized: College Admissions Scandals. And then look up surgeon Daniel Hale Williams, who in 1893 performed the first “successful” open heart surgery shortly after founding Provident Hospital in 1891. Provident Hospital was not only the first black owned hospital, but unlike other hospitals it welcomed an interracial staff, and provided a nurses training school for black women during a time when they were barred from participating in such programming elsewhere.

Then check out hematologist and surgeon Charles Richard Drew, who in the 1930’s when medical science hadn’t yet figured out how to preserve blood for no longer than a few days, he took it upon himself to set up the first blood bank after separating and discovering that blood plasma, which is the liquid portion of blood without cells, can be stored for much longer terms.

While we’re in the researching mood check out scientist and mathematician Benjamin Banneker, who amongst many more things is known as “the man who saved Washington D.C.. From memory Banneker planned the survey and reconstructed the blueprint for the building of the Nation’s capital city – Washington D.C. in as little as two days, after Pierre L’Enfant, a French engineer abruptly abandoned the project and took with him his drafted plans. After executing such an insurmountable task in so little time, this world renowned astronomer, Benjamin Banneker went on to print a series of ten annual almanacs, in which he accurately predicted solar eclipses and the movements of celestial bodies.

How about aeronautical mathematician Katherine Johnson, who graduated from highschool at the tender age of fourteen? Then went on to participate in advanced collegiate programs that led her to perform phenomenal works with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), by helping the country execute feats that never would’ve been accomplished without her assistance for many years to come. What are some of these accomplishments you may be wondering? Well for starters in 1959 she calculated the flight trajectory for the first American to go into space, and three years later in 1962 she verified the mathematics for John Glenn’s orbit around the earth, and most memorable and equally amazing if not more amazing, she calculated the flight trajectory for Apollo 11’s one and only flight to the moon in 1969.

And what about Thurgood Marshall-the Social Architect. He won numerous notable cases in private practice, one of which was 1954’s Brown v. Board of Education. Which challenged and overturned the U.S. Supreme Court’s long standing “separate but equal” standard decided in Plessy v. Ferguson back in 1896, and out of the 32 cases he argued before the United States Supreme Court he won 29 of them. Then followed his flawless record up with becoming a United States Court of Appeals judge who never had not one of his 112 opinions overturned on appeal — before earning the position of Solicitor General of the United States, and ultimately Justice of the United States Supreme Court of America.

And lastly we have billionaire Robert Smith, who recently paid it forward by paying off Morehouse’s entire graduating class of 2019 student loan debts. So hopefully this brief glance of contributions hidden amongst a sea of many more clears up any misconceptions of what blacks are capable of creating, achieving and have contributed to the advancements of this country. However, there’s a whole ‘nother class of students that you may never get to hear about due to the fact that their potential is often stunted far before it can even be nurtured and realized. And this class of students are the products of what’s known as the Preschool To Prison Pipeline.

Have you ever heard of it? In many districts funding for public school education has been etched away so badly that schools are getting shutdown left and right, and for the ones that do remain open, in certain communities teachers sometimes have no option but to spend personal funds on needed supplies, or set up school supply drives just to supplement the lack of resources allocated towards their profession. For more info Google wxyz.com; which is one of Detroit’s leading news stations for reports on school funding, and teacher hosted school supply drives that were orchestrated by teachers.

How does lack of funding contribute to this “so-called” Preschool to Prison Pipeline that I speak of you’re wondering? Well, it contributes because lack of funding leads to a lack of opportunities, and the lack of opportunities creates disparities in success. And as Thurgood Marshall stressed: whether it be by statute or through unspoken rules, the practice of separate treatment can never be equal. In an effort to avoid these unspoken practices you have individuals like Tanya McDowell and Kelly Williams; wherefore one of them, if not both found themselves sentenced to time in jail for simply changing a zip code to get her child into a good school district. While individuals of affluence who went to unacceptable extremes to get their unqualified children into college were sentenced to only a few days, if any at all. Now one thing that I do know is that our children are smart. Many of them have the ability to be lawyers, doctors, astrologers and more, but the reality for the ones caught up in the judicial system is that from day one many of them have been streamlined through the educational system and right into the prison system, or perhaps on their way, and here’s how it breaks down.


First and foremost please allow me to take a moment to say Thank You for taking the time to read this. It’s most definitely not your everyday topic, but after reading it I promise you that you’ll see things differently, because in one way or another the subjects within affects us all. I look forward to your thoughts and comments. Contact me at:

jpay.com: Edmund Fields #487029

Thumb Correctional Facility
3225 John Conley Dr.
Lapeer, Michigan 48446


I pretty much grew up under what you would consider normal circumstances. As an adolescent migrant for lack of better words, from Chicago’s south side to Lansing, MI’s south side in search of a better life; I can say that my parent’s pretty much nailed that one dead on, because upon the surface of things Lansing was nice in all facets of the meaning.

However, as the weeks turned into months and the months to years I realized that our new city was no better than the old one, if not worse. For instance, in the new city upon the days start I couldn’t just step outside of our old building and yell up to the third floor for Nicki, Booby, Keisha, and Raphael, who were our most memorable childhood friends to come down and accompany my brothers and I down at the playground for a Kool-Aid icy. Instead I was greeted by early morning brawls with Antonio and Javaris as I journeyed across the park to my grandmother’s place. But friends we eventually became, because even as children the divinity within our human nature desires us all to only want to see the best in one another.

After what seemed as only a few short years my parent’s suffered a divorce, and as most children do my three brothers and I remained in my mother’s care. Till this day I can vividly remember a few mornings in the darkness of the a.m. hours secretly trailing behind my mother as she waited for the city bus to pick her up for work. And if ever discovered, never obeying her commands to return home right away, but instead patiently waiting nearby until I saw the bus’ lights illuminating through the dense fog; then I’d turn and head home; only to move slowly as I constantly gazed back to make sure that the bus driver didn’t pass my mother by.

Consequently, a short time later we were evicted out of our south Lansing home, but just before we returned back to Chicago to be housed at my grandmother’s place in the Hundreds, the managers of an apartment complex in East Lansing had a heart. They gave my mother and her four boys a place to live until she got on her feet. And that she did, because there was never a night that my brothers and I didn’t rest asleep in the comfort of our two-story townhome after a warm four course meal. Well four-star was more like it, because all of the neighborhood kids loved dropping by my mother’s place, and even my father’s too for dinner. They thought that my parent’s were the best cooks they’d ever known; which was more likely the truth because my folks could throw down. Till this day I thank God for second chances: for blessing my mother with the opportunity to be heard by someone with a heart to see the best in others.

Highschool was pretty cool. I made the honor role my ninth grade year. I guess I can thank Mrs. Hartman for that one. As a child I practically lived in detention, but when I met her during my fifth and sixth grade years it seemed like schools in East Lansing didn’t even have a detention room. I remember she’d always give me what my young mind perceived at the time as a hard time, by having these impressionable talks with me of how when she was my age she and her sister were placed in persecution by Nazi soldiers, and forced into heartbreaking circumstances simply because they were born Jewish. She’d often tell me that there was something different about me because she could see the strength of her younger-self within me, but unless I come to understand the value of an education I’d never be able to realize nor utilize that strength. And with that being said, she stressed that people who look just like me had to fight just to be able to partake in a quality education — simply because they were born black, and never should I take such an opportunity for granted. Making me read in repetition, I finally got it! I finally became a fluent reader, and as a result even under my current circumstances albeit unfortunate, I am now a college prep History instructor, and also a Personal Investment instructor. I guess that was that divine ol’ human nature showing up once again, but this time through the face of a sweet little ol’ German woman with the desire to install vision in a young blind boy. I said blind because up until the age of about ten when I first met Mrs. Hartman I couldn’t read a lick; literally. But her persistence encouraged me beyond what would have been a limited horizon, and later lead to enrollment and employment with Lansing Community College’s Career & Employment Services Office, and also their Student Counseling & Academic Advising Dept.

Being incarcerated and yet an active participant in educational programming has allowed me to give back to not just my own community, but to society as a whole. It’s given me an avenue to bring out the best in others just as it was done for me, by providing students from diverse parts of the State with a relative way to learn, as well as the motivation to want to do so. But on the flip side of things it’s also given me a direct observation of, for example, how depending on what district or community you’re from the playing field is definitely “not” leveled.

Embrace Your Kids

When I was young I was introduced to violence like most kids are to cartoons. One of my earliest memories is one that has scarred me both mentally and physically. I still have nightmares about it 23 years later. When I was seven years old I was shot on New Years Eve. I almost died because of a stray bullet that found its way into my bedroom window due to the traditional gunfire celebrating the beginning of a new year. Which lead to a fear of guns, It sounds absurd saying that because pretty much since the age of twelve I’ve had one of my own. I watched silently and helplessly as domestic violence riddled my household almost every single day. Alcohol played a big role in this, and I’ve had several family members that were and still are addicted to the bottle. Which lead to a fear of alcohol, again its ironic because I myself partook in the consumption of alcoholic beverages. By the age of thirteen I was a full fledge weed head who dabbled in liquid courage.
My whole life I’ve been provided every opportunity to make something of myself. I could of took several different routes than the one I ended up traveling. Yet I still and knowingly sabotaged my life like a terrorist hellbent on proving his self to a cause he doesn’t truly believe in. I knew what would happen to me If I continued down the road I was on. It terrified me that I might end up dead or in prison, but I couldn’t quite escape the persona and lifestyle that had be glamorized my entire childhood.
To often people are their own worst enemy, I know I was. I’ve earned this 15year prison sentence. Its no one else’s fault but my own that I’ve had to watch my beautiful daughter grow up from behind bars.
I’ve lost so much because I chose not to use all the talent God gave me, because I felt the need to be a follower instead of a leader. I’ve learned so much about myself and life since I been in prison. God has saved me yet again, and It must be for a good reason. Now I’m determined to use this second chance for good. I want to help young adults learn from my mistakes instead of them suffering and stumbling along learning as they go. Because our criminal justice system isn’t fair and it doesn’t care about our children making mistakes. The first chance they get they’ll lock them up and throw away the key. Innocent until proven guilty is a myth.

If our children are the future we must invest an give all of ourselves so that they’ll have the brightest future possible.
Embrace your kids, show them you love them endlessly. Be role model worthy even when they’re not watching because guess what….they’re always watching, learning, and emulating us. We are our children’s first example of what to be like. Be the very thing you want them to be…or as close to it as possible. They won’t be far behind…

Christopher Lewis #828689


“Take a quick second to think about the last ten years of your life. In that period of time, so many things have changed. Your body through the aging process, your surroundings, your relationships, thoughts, weather, things too many to list have all changed. Yet in the midst of everything that changes, What doesn’t???
What remains eternally the same???
Throughout your entire existence, the only thing that has NEVER changed or deviated one bit is that you have ALWAYS been the WITNESS of this great life that you have been given. So sit back and enjoy the show, chances are in 10 more years you will be watching an entirely different movie”
With Love
Gordon Mitchell
MDOC’s# 264870
3224 John Conley
Lapeer, MI 48446

I Love The Word Woman

I want to start this off with a few words of Faith and then share with you my thoughts concerning the Woman. I hope that it touches someone heart if not everybody. If one have just alittle faith, it will give you peace of mind. Some brothers lose their mind while doing time. I don’t hope wish or think that things are going to get better. I have faith that its going to get better, with me using the knowledge alone with prayer. Because it’s been said that faith without work is worthless. I’m a brother thats doing life without the possibly for parole from a sex crime dealing with a unjust crimal system. I’m also a brother who give all thanks to The Nation of Islam for making me a Man that respects himself and Women. I want to share with you something I wrote concerning The Woman:

” I Love The Word Woman ”

I love the heart of a woman. She’s most forgiving, understanding, loving and caring. Heaven is at the foot of a woman. Her heart is the door to enter heaven. When I say the word ( heart ), I’m not talking about her heart, I’m talking about her Mind. Her body is the temple of God. Her Womb is God’s work factory where He does His complete but yet incomplete development. Her Womb is the door for you and I as well as where God reproduces Himself over and over again. She’s more than just a Woman, her womb is an oval shape as well as Earth, there are 9 Planets, she drops her load after 9 months to give birth, the moon is on the same cycle as her menstruation cycle, every 30 days the moon rotates around the Earth. She’s more than just a Woman ! She is the other half of God Himself-Perfect ! She is more than just a Woman, She’s your Heaven here on Earth ! Her touch Mentally or Physically can change your mood. No Nation can Rise No Higher Than It’s Woman and she is to be respected, loved and protected at all times ! She’s more than just a Woman ! 75% of God’s work is with the Woman and 25% is with the Man. She’s more than just a Woman ! Man is 180 degree Knowledge and Woman is 180 degree Wisdom which gives 360 degrees a complete circle. She’s more than just a Woman, She’s His First Creation, after He Created Himself, how dare you disrespect the other half of GOD the WOMAN.

By: Tony X ( Streets ) Peace.

More Then A Movement


My THOUGHTS shifting,
Like the HANDS on the clock TICKING.
I’m still FACED wit split DECISIONS.
BLACK politicians in higher POSITIONS
still bullshitting,so Mr.President LISTENING.

I ASPIRE to be MORE then a
corvid 19 SURVIVOR.
SHOTS fired another BLACK MAN down.
A massive CROWD begins to RIOT
and GATHER around.
The YOUTH shouting BURN this muthaf*$ka DOWN.
His HEART no longer BEATS just a SILENT sound.

FLOWERS placed on TOP of BLOOD stains
that REMAIN on the GROUND.
The CHOIR Singing the same old NEGRO spiritual,
but its a different TOWN.
A different TIME,yet the same United state of MIND
and it seems,as if the HANDS of TIME
has been STUCK on REWIND.

PROTESTORS marching HOLDING signs,
as HISTORY repeats ITSELF and so does our
because we face DEATH
or JAIL before we have a CHANCE to LIVE
and this is MORE than a MOVEMENT.

Our facility is currently under quarantine, because there has been over a 100 positive cases. The administration dropped the ball and put the lives of prisoners as well as their staff in danger.When they began to move people, who where in contact with prisoners that were carrying the Corvid-19 virus.

Instead of shutting down and quarantining the units they continued to allow them around the rest of the prison population. We continued to have chow, yards, library,and other situations to come in contact with those, who were in contact with the carriers of the Corvid-19 virus.

As a result,the infection has began to rapidly spread across the compound.We continued to have chow, yards, library,and other situations to come in contact with them.There have been massive ride outs, but others like myself are fearful of contracting this deadly virus.

Our first test results were in May came back negative (The Whole Facility) now there is a outbreak, so we’re waiting for our test results for this month.Today M.C.F.(Muskegon Correctional Facility) began to prescribe the facility with 30 multi-vitamins tablets.



Who are we?

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

My name is Cam and I am currently a college student. Where? Doesn’t matter. School is hard and that is all you need to know. I grew up in a rural city where everyone knew everyone and their third cousin. Did I like that? For a while. My hometown was a great place to be a child, but I was trapped in a bubble…a bubble that was a beautiful bliss. I was privileged in many ways. Everything I needed was at my fingertips. My parents were married, I had a beautiful home, a mother that made dinner every night, clean water, and a decent education. Life was easy in many ways. Then I moved to the city, a city bigger than my hometown, but by no means someplace like Chicago or New York. Still, it was large for me. There, I was hit with a few hard realities.

First, the entire world is not a blissful bubble. People face struggles every day, but not the ones that I actually understood even existed. Access to fresh produce, clean drinking water, shelter, protection under the law, and so many others are basic human rights*. I add an asterisk here because when when you’re born, I guess no one reads the terms and conditions, which apparently states that depending on the color of your skin, the amount of money your family makes, or which gender you identify with determines which human rights you are given. Crazy right?! It’s a HUMAN right, yet it is not given equally to all humans. This might not be news to you, and if its not, congrats! That’s amazing! You’re more knowledgeable than I was before I left my small hometown, because it WAS news to me. Not anymore. That is why I am here.

I am passionate about social justice as a whole, but specifically creating justice in a system that already has “justice” in its name, yet should really be called the “Criminal Unjust System”. It is an entity that not many people are questioning. Why? I guess it has always been that way? Well why aren’t we questioning it further? Maybe it’s because we aren’t knowledgeable of the harm that prisons do to people and the lack of resources for those who currently are or have been incarcerated. Our goal is to create a space where stories of those who have been affected by the criminal justice system can be shared, a space where new ideas, understandings, and possible solutions can blossom. We hope this to be an interactive safe space where voices can be heard and goals can be achieved.

My name is Joseph. I have been incarcerated for 12 years. I grew up in the inner city of Detroit in a single parent home. Growing up in the “hood” I was exposed to drugs, crime, injustice, inequality and racism on a daily. So often that I became desensitized to it. I watched my mother battle heavy drug addiction as a youth. So heavy that my mother rented our home out to dealers. Many times my siblings and I went to bed without eating. At one point we were almost put in the foster system however that pivotal moment did something for my mother. She got clean and tried to provide us with a better life. Being exposed to this lifestyle did something to me. I wanted better but unfortunately I tried to attain it the only way I seen growing up which was selling drugs. I thought I could be better then those who did it before me. To cover my tracks I kept legal employment. Upon attaining my GED and nursing trade I decided that I had to change my life. I had seen enough death, drugs and crime. I wanted more for my life. So I enrolled myself into college to pursue a nursing career.
Unfortunately I was falsely accused and later convicted of a murder I did not do.

Since being in prison I have seen so much injustice and inequality. I want to share my voice and give a voice to voiceless. If it wasn’t for my darkest moments I would have never found the strength to shine my light. Sometimes it takes our darkest moments to birth our greatest change. #C.H.A.N.G.E