A NEW YEAR HERALDS NEW READERS AROUND THE WORLD

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the readers of this blog, “Free Charlie Norman Now,” representing 88 countries of the world, besides most of the 50 states of the U.S., and provinces and states of Canada and Mexico. After getting the latest statistical report from my friend and webmaster, Dan, I have to revise that count upward.

During the month of January, we’ve added readers from Jamaica, Azerbaijan (I must find an atlas), Kuwait, and Bulgaria to either the blog or the web site, www.freecharlienow.com. 92 countries! That is amazing to me, locked in my cell, lights out in minutes, but my words, recollections and opinions crisscrossing the world on the Internet, hopefully having a positive impact on the lives of people I’ve never met or spoken to. I do not have Internet access, but my wife, Libby, and friend, Dan, do, translating my barely legible letters into readable text on a daily basis.

We continue to get regular traffic from readers across the  United States, France, United Kingdom, Germany, Mexico, India, China, Brazil, and many other countries representing every continent except Antarctica. I’ve learned that the blogs can be translated from English to a number of other languages, readers can write comments in their languages, and translate them to English, so that I can read them. Technology is mind-boggling.

Over two hundred essays have been published on the blog in the past seven years, and all are available from the archives. Libby and I have discussed putting out an interactive table of contents for the blog titles, but our combined computer expertise has been tested. If any computer-savvy readers in any of those 92 countries would like to offer their help, it would be gratefully appreciated.

My friend, Dan, has a facebook page dedicated to my freedom efforts. If you’d like to add your name as a friend, please do so. We thank you for your support

Prison is a time warp. While society and the outside world are moving at lightning speed, prison life is intentionally slowed down to a horse and buggy pace. The longer a person spends in prison, the faster the world moves past him or her, and the farther behind one becomes. For many prisoners who have suffered decades of imprisonment prior to their releases, they are hopelessly behind the times, and have great difficulty adapting to a new world. They are overwhelmed.

I have fought hard to keep pace with the world over the past 37 years, watching the news on TV, reading every available magazine and newspaper, ordering books, studying, taking classes, and keeping in contact with family and friends. How many prisoners know what a blog is, or how to send an e-mail, or Google something? The prison system inadequately addresses these issues, but I do. It is a constant struggle to keep up, to prepare for freedom. We learn by doing.

I would love to hear from any readers who have comments or questions. Leave your e-mail address, and you will get a prompt reply. Life in an American prison is not easy, especially after almost 37 years, and the interest and friendship of people around the world are coveted and much appreciated.

To those new readers now representing 92 countries, welcome to my blog, and to those who have been reading my commentaries all along, I wish you a great 2015, in a place of peace, joy, love, health, and prosperity. May we strive for such goals for everyone.

Charlie

JE SUIS CHARLIE: I AM CHARLIE, TOO!

Monday, January 12, 2015

Along  with the rest of the world, I watched the news unfold in Paris, France, this past week, the slaughter of the staff of Charlie Hebdo magazine for their irreverent and satirical treatment of the Muslim Prophet. They paid a high price for exercising their freedom of speech, and the world rallied with the “Je Suis Charlie” — “I Am Charlie” signs, shirts, and headlines. It had a great effect on me, and I identify with those who were sacrificed, although I have yet to pay the ultimate price for exercising my God-given rights to freedom of speech.

If you have been a reader of the “FreeCharlieNormanNow” blog since its inception by Professor William “Chip” Brantley in 2008, or visited the FreeCharlieNow.com web site, you will be familiar with my continuing travails with the corrupt politicians who will do or say anything to keep me imprisoned years after I should have been released, and the complicity of Florida prison officials working on their behalf.

My troubles have not been with radical Islamists, but with home grown All–American KuKluxKlan (KKK) prison guards and those who sympathize with them (of which there are legion). Like cockroaches, the white supremacist guards I inadvertently offended some years ago prefer existing in the darkness. Turn over a rotted board, and they scurry from the light.

You can Google my memoir, “To Protect The Guilty,” on the Internet to read for yourself what I wrote that brought down the attacks that have lasted several years. You’d think that in the “modern America,” such actions by state government employees would not be tolerated, but I am the (now) living example  that proves otherwise. Perhaps it is fitting that essay was written for the Anne Frank Center U.S.A. in New York City.

I am Charlie, too.

I am pleased to report that the worldwide readership for the “FreeCharlieNormanNow” blog has now surpassed eighty-eight countries. The most recent web site statistics from my friend, Dan, lists just some of the countries where people have read the blogs: US, 37%, Italy, 3%, Canada, 5%, United Kingdom, 2%, Brazil, 10%, Japan, 2%, China, 2%, France, Spain, Philippines, Sweden, Norway, Belfast Northern Ireland, Chile, Morocco, Puerto Rico, South Africa, Argentina, Peru, Ecuador, Mexico, Costa Rica, Denmark, India, Russia, Ireland, Finland, Czech Republic, Estonia, New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, South Korea, Rumania, Germany, Venezuela, Belgium, Netherlands, Slovakia, Portugal, and others.

U.S. log-ons have been from most every state, a number of universities, the U.S. Congress, the Florida Supreme Court and the District Court of Appeal. The Florida Department of Corrections continues to be a frequent monthly visitor.

I am grateful for all the fine people who have taken the time to read my works. You are welcome to make comments by clicking on “Comment,” and leave your e-mail address for future updates. Thanks.

Charlie

NOTES FROM THE PRISON DIARY

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

CHRISTMAS EVE

They let us watch the news on TV before they call “Work Call,” and I was touched by a boys’ choir on “Good Morning America” singing a medley of Christmas carols at the end of the program. Eighteen or twenty pre-teen boys neatly dressed in matching dark blazers and red-and-white mufflers silenced a dozen prisoners who would normally be chattering while a few others strained to hear the newscasters. My eyes went from the singers on TV to the viewers in prison. Several men wiped their eyes while listening to the boys sing, as touched as I was.

So happy, joyful and innocent the boys seemed, focused on performing the old favorites. It struck me then, wondering what the future would bring to each of those children in the next few years. Would they return to loving homes with fathers and mothers? Would they attend good schools, move on to high schools, then college, earn degrees, marry, raise their own children, and happily live to old age? Or would some of them become addicted to drugs, fall into lives of crime, and serve long prison sentences like so many men surrounding me, living wasted lives?

Although there was no way to know, seeing the clean-cut boys performing on national television, with music teachers, mentors, and other professionals working with them, I doubted that they would face the desperate challenges that had broken down my fellow prisoners. Leading sheltered lives, for the most part, would protect them, although there are no guarantees.

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25, 2014: CHRISTMAS DAY

About fifty prisoners, out of 1500 or so in this prison, crowded into the visiting area this morning. Barely three percent of the total population had family and friends willing to share their Christmas inside a prison. That sad statistic bodes ill for the latest Florida Department of Corrections motto, “Changing Lives to Ensure a Safer Florida.” Without a support group of family and friends willing to help them adjust to life in a free society, the 40,000 or more prisoners released back into their neighborhoods don’t stand a good chance of having changed lives, making that motto a hollow promise. If ninety-seven percent of prisoners do not have loved ones who care enough to visit them in prison, what will become of them when they get out?

My wife, Libby, was one of the first people in the visiting room this clear Christmas Day. We were allowed our “brief kiss and embrace,” as specified by prison rules. Any other contact is expressly forbidden, except holding hands, the only exception being that fathers are allowed to hold their small children.

Watching young families enter the visiting park, then excitedly greeting fathers in prison is both heartwarming and heartbreaking. A three-year old girl breaks from her mother and races across the room, crying, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” The father lifts her up and holds her, tears running down both their cheeks. Three pre-teen boys, little different from the boys’ choir members we’d seen the previous day, raced across the room to embrace their father, who waded past them to kiss his wife, virtually ignoring his young sons. That lack of affection bothered Libby and me. “Look, Daddy, look, look,” one little boy cried, begging his father to pay attention to the blocks he’d stacked, to no avail.

Another young mother with three daughters greeted her husband, and all of them embraced. Later in the day, outside on the lawn, all five sat together and played games. That scene made our hearts glad.  The contrasting behavior of imprisoned fathers made me wonder what disappointments those three boys felt when their father paid scant attention to them, leaving them to play games with each other.

A young woman holding her nine month old daughter sat on the grass in the sun with her husband, who had been imprisoned before his daughter was born. At least he held her and showed affection to mother and daughter.

About twenty pre-teen children raced around the outside visiting park during the course of the day, mostly entertaining themselves. Only a couple of fathers spent time playing with their children, holding them, throwing them into the air, laughing with them. Can there be anything more heartwarming than the joyful laughter of young children? What bothered Libby and me, something we discussed many times, is how those inattentive, unemotional and unaffectionate prison fathers condemn many of those children to lives of drug abuse, crime, failure and despair, very likely fates they suffered from fathers they emulated.

At a criminal justice seminar at Union C.I., Raiford, sponsored by University  of Florida professors over thirty years ago, one of the “experts” claimed that close to one-third of the children who visit fathers in prison, will one day become prisoners themselves. I have no reason to doubt that figure. That would mean that seven children visiting  their fathers this day will one day serve time, too.

I can’t tell you how many young men I’ve met in prison over the past thirty-six-plus years followed their fathers to prison. Just last week a forty-year old prisoner housed with me asked me if I’d ever known his father, who was at Raiford, “The Rock,” during the same years I’d been there.

“What’s your father’s name?” I asked.

He told me. I told him I’d known his father well, years ago. He told me his father was still in prison, for over forty years. Father and son. He’d visited his father as a child. Now he had a son in the juvenile system, most likely matriculating to an adult prison in a few more years.

What a waste — three generations in prison. What can be done to interrupt that cycle of generational incarceration? We know that prisoners’ children are a high-risk group, and tax money used to intervene in their lives at six years old, to address the causes, would be much better spent than the $25,000 a year spent to incarcerate them at eighteen, for the next twenty or forty years. Instead of looking at the short terms politicians focus on, four-year increments between elections, we must look to solving these problems in the long term. The problems are not going away. Ignore them if you dare.

I’ve done a lot of thinking on this subject over my decades of imprisonment, and hope that at some point we will have far-thinking people in charge of the public’s trust, who will come to the prisons and talk with those who know this system best, not entrenched bureaucrats interested in protecting and preserving their pensions. Otherwise, the societal problems embodied in the thousands upon thousands of wasted lives will only grow.

Charlie