That's a tattered, destroyed group. Loving the prisoner is a hard road and it makes some so hard they break. We break and only some of us mend again. And so now we go, some the walking wounded, obviously living on borrowed time because we can't yet get through a day without depression that dogs a person powerless. Some of us live on the rage that boils inside of us, a rage at knowing that our government has betrayed us.
Shame is a silencer that isolates the loved ones of prisoners.
It is our responsibility to show the world that these laws are more culprit than those we love. It is bad law that imprisons those we love. It is not justice. Early on, when the mail was just beginning to pour in from prisoners all over the country, my friend George would drop it by the cafe where I took my lunch break. I was working for a newspaper at the time.