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Mumia Abu Jamal responds to I AM TROY DAVIS: “May it fuel the anti-death penalty movement”

Mumia Abu JamaI knew that my publisher (the amazing Haymarket Books) had sent a copy of I Am Troy Davis to Mumia Abu Jamal.  So when I saw his name and return address on the envelope, I should not have been surprised–yet I was. Surprised, and a little star struck. I had been following Mumia’s case–and his writing–for years now. It took me a few minutes to really process that he was writing to me, and that he was writing in response to the book I had written with Troy Davis and his family.

The next day, I got another letter from Mumia. This one was the text of what I later found out was a radio spot he had done about the book for the Prison Radio, an independent multi-media production studio dedicated to challenging unjust police and prosecutorial misconduct that results in mass incarceration, racism, and gender discrimination.

You can listen to Mumia’s three-minute radio spot about I Am Troy Davis here.

And, below, is the letter he wrote me, which I received his permission to post.

And–you can buy a copy of I Am Troy Davis to be sent as a gift to a prisoner here.

Dear Jen,

As you may know, I’m in the midst of working on a book, so it took me awhile to get to Troy’s. But, of course, I did.

It is, as I’m sure you know, a powerful, damning story of a human tragedy.

It is, moreover, a real condemnation of the U.S. Way of Death.

When reading it, I couldn’t help but think of how politics has completely dominated the judiciary–and, without question, the pardon/parole machinery.

His family (esp. Mom & Sister) fought–quite literally–to their last breath, never doubting that in an injustice so strong, surely they could finish their days in the company of their son/brother.

I think, in many ways, the family and the activists underestimated the level of rot in the system, never really believing that they would betray their oaths–and visit on Troy the foul fullness of state murder.

I remember being buoyed when the U.S. Supremes actually sent it back for an evidentiary hearing.

Once again, they raised hope, only to spit disappointment on the friends and family of Troy.

I will surely distribute it, and, perhaps, donate it to the library, so that many, many guys can read it.

I thank you for sharing it with me. And I thank you for writing something that I can imagine was almost too painful, too horrific to bear.

May it fuel the anti-death penalty movement, and make it more powerful than they are today!

Alla best,


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“Troy Davis’s struggle is also my struggle”

Many of you have been following the responses to I Am Troy Davis made by a group of prisoners serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole in Texas. They each wrote in response to several questions I had posed, including:

How was it for your emotionally to read I Am Troy Davis?

Are books like this useful for challenging and changing the system?

Here are their answers to my third and final question:

In what ways does I Am Troy Davis reflect your and your family’s experience? In what ways does it not?

The men’s answers, which I have consistently found thoughtful and illuminating, are below.

Mr. Charles McKinley:

To begin, the ONLY way this life story doesn’t reflect my own is the death row aspect. Every thing else is such a mirror of my own dilemma and the drive, love, and belief of those who help me to this day. I too am the victim of a broken, unjust, classist/racist court system. My attorney failed me unspeakably at a very crucial point in the legal process.

So there are many, many moments where I had to put the book down, take a deep breath, and just think and absorb it all. One of the most gratifying themes I took was that without the positive supporting network of family, the struggle is almost lost. For even though blood relations make a big difference, family doesn’t end there; each and every supporter is family too. I’ve seen so many people give up and give in because of the fact that they have no support outside themselves.

The fact that Troy was still ultimately killed is…a silent dread, I think most prisoners with inordinate amounts of time or death sentences share. There have been times that I’ve grappled with thoughts of possibly dying here in prison. It’s not a pleasant thought because a life term is its own slow death sentence. I’ve been fighting for 12 long and very frustrating years to be actually heard and listened to, and not just rubber-stamped denied. Troy Davis’s struggle is also my struggle.

I’ve seen the hurt in the eyes of loved ones, not hearing that I’ve finally prevailed. My mother’s soul has been severely blotched by my incarceration. My fear, too, is that heart break will be her demise. These are my silent and personal distresses dealing with a system that favors bottom lines over fundamental fairness. We, Troy Davis and I, share the painful experience of being poor, initially unversed in criminal law, naive to this ghastly beast of a system, being African American going through it all.


Kenneth Foster:

My plight and Troy’s plight was profoundly similar. While the circumstances of the crime we were accused of was different, the prejudice, corruption and family support was amazingly similar.

First and foremost, I come from a very faithful family like Troy’s. I was raised by my grandparents in a God-fearing home. Unfortunately, both of my parents were drug addicts and hustlers, thus while I had the best examples through my grandparents, I had the worst through my parents. Therefore, I became a by-product of both–a youth that graduated high school, started college, but also liked the wrong crowd. The wrong crowd put me at the wrong place at the wrong time.

My grandparents, like Virginia and Martina, stood by my side through thick and thin. That includes driving long hours for visits, staying on top of lawyers and gathering support.

As Troy watched his nephew and niece grow up, I, too, watched my infant daughter grow up behind the glass. Opposite of Troy, I didn’t touch my daughter for 12 years until I left death row. Like Troy, I had to build with my child in visiting rooms and letters.

And the same way Troy lost his mother while incarcerated, I lost my grandmother (who was truly my mother) while being incarcerated.

In Troy’s case he had an entire police department against him. I had an entire courthouse against me as the victim’s father was a prominent attorney in my city and it was common knowledge that revenge would be sought against the defendants. While the admitted shooter in this crime was executed, the victim’s family still cried for my execution even though it was established fact that I did not kill nor encouraged the killing of their son. I was sent to death row for being an alleged get-away driver. As Troy, I knew what it was like to have people screaming for your blood even when evidence was in their face that showed them I was not a guilty party.

Then, the sheer strength that Troy and I was invested with was perhaps the greatest trait, because we acted as the glue that kept our house together. If we had lost it, caved in, given up, how could our people have stood as strong and focused with us? Troy had tremendous faith. I gained a powerful faith and that faith allowed me to have vision and gain knowledge and understanding.

As highlighted in I Am Troy Davis, society rarely sees how the State turns a family in a victim as well, In truth, that is something that needs to be revealed more, because while people may not relate to a “criminal,” I do believe they can relate to caring for a family member. Not just “thugs” go to death row. Look at Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, Mumia Abu-Jamal, Randall Adams. As long as there is a box to put a check mark FOR the death penalty, there is no blue print for who goes to death row. While it may be disproportionate, it is not exclusive. It is inclusive.

This is why it must find its eradication so that the American mentality of “Kill” can be replaced with “Heal.”


David E. Davis

Like Troy, I was a young, black man living in a government-divested urban community in a conservative town in the South.  A community militarized, after years of white-flight had taken place, by the state law enforcement bureaucrats occupying the area. The streets in the community were infested with illegal substances, high powered weaponry, and liquor stores on every other corner. There existed a high unemployment and crime rate. And absolutely no resources. As I’m certain Troy was, I was overwhelmed by the setting…with all this transpiring, should it be surprising that the environment is overflowing with criminality?

I received double-life sentence, which means I could’ve ended up on death row, just like Troy, for defending my home, now ex-wife, and adult step daughter who was four at the time of the incident, so, like Troy, I’ve seen children grow into adults while here incarcerated.

I Am Troy Davis reflects my experience personally in that: he was tried in the news by the local media-bureaucrats during the investigative stage of his case before being indicted. There were blatant miscarriages of justice during the investigations by the bureaucrat investigators while handling witnesses and other evidence, the evidence was collected to support the media’s theory and relied upon to lead to the truth of the matter. I was not allowed to question investigators pertaining to the destroying of exculpatory evidence. Like Troy, I also lacked the funds to employ an effective defense.  Federal funding for the Innocence Project attempting to prove my “actual innocence” case after I was time-barred due to the anti-terrorism death penalty act, was halted  at a critical time during the procedure. There are many more likenesses, because this is a system and systems repeat themselves, while hoping we’re not educated towards how it operates.

In the end, ultimately, my case resembles Troy Davis’s in that all of the social illnesses prevalent in our communities have been scientifically proven to ‘effectively exterminate’ those living in the areas where they’re being intentionally implemented. Place an agitative military [police] embargo/blockade around any community in the world. Then fill it with: drugs, guns, alcohol, and take away its resources, divest in the community, and what you’ll get is criminality!

My an Troy’s experiences don’t just resemble, they’re one in the same. We are men-of-color in an imperialistic society, our standing within the system is the same. We have one alternative, assimilate to one stereotype within the system, or another. We’re being dis-allowed to be ourselves.

I Am Troy Davis.


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Reviews from the Row #6: We were with the Davis family when they lost Troy

It continues to be overwhelming and inspiring to receive such thought-provoking responses to I Am Troy Davis from men and women on death row around the country. The response below is from Louis “Big Lou” Perez, on death row in Texas. He wrote it on September 9, which marks 16 years that he has been on death row. I was not sure until further correspondence if I had his permission to post his letter to me–thus the delay. Louis gave permission in his next letter, which is why I am posting it now.

If you would like to send the gift of I Am Troy Davis to a prisoner, you can do so here.

From “Big Lou”:

I’d like to share something with you…first thing, I just finished reading your book. It is Awesome!! Congratulations and I hope it becomes a World Wide Read.

Today…September 9…will make it 16 years that I’ve been on Death Row. The day I turned myself in (like Troy did) to clear my name. Reading the book reminds me of what I’m still going through and of how my family is still here for me. Like I said, Ms. Marlowe, I’m a very blessed man.

Reading about all the things Martina had gone through for her brother is such a carbon copy of what my sister Delia is doing for me. I am very honored that you allowed me to have this book, but you say here in your letter that you want me to share it (Plus…I already told every one around me that I have it and they ALL want to read it too) But I will get it back from them when they’re finished with it.

As for me, Ms. Marlowe, it was really easy for me to read because I’m still going through all the things Troy did. His struggle…his fight…all his let downs…EVERYTHING, I’m going through them right now. But, it was still a great read.

Troy was a blessed man too, but what REALLY caught my attention was that throughout his ordeal…he was still able to have contact visits with his family.  THAT made me both feel really good for him and jealous too. Here in Texas, Death Row doesn’t allow contact visits. After reading your book and then going back to look at all the photos….I won’t lie to you…I shed some tears because I didn’t get to hug my mother before she passed. My Grandparents, some cousins and friends either.

I sat there thinking about hugging my father and shed more tears.

I just visited with my sister Delia and told her about this…and she cried! But…they were good tears. I also got to see and thank Marlene Martin (from the Campaign to End the Death Penalty) for sending you my name.

Well Ma’am…I’m not sure how I can help you with this, but I will do what I can to do whatever you may need me to do. I’m somewhat of an elder here and I have a pretty good rapport with the men here. I’ll keep your address and will pass on this letter of yours to the men who do read the book. Maybe they will respond?

Again…thank you so much for allowing me to read your book. If there is anything else I can do to help, please…you only have to ask.

If you are ever again in touch with the Davis family…Please let them know that we were there with them when they lost Troy.  We were in awe of the injustice! And that my family and I send our deepest sympathies for their loss.

God bless you, Ms Marlowe.

Con Todo Mi Carino y Tambien Unos Fuerte Abrazos!

Louis C. Perez

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Reviews from the Row #5: The impact of a family’s love & support

(I received this review of I Am Troy Davis from a death row prisoner in Texas named Ker’Sean Ramey. Another prisoner had passed on the book to Ker’Sean, and had invited him to send me his review. If you are interested in reading reviews from other death row prisoners, you can do so here and here. And, here are responses from prisoners about why books like this matter, and what the experience was emotionally of reading I Am Troy Davis.)

From Ker’Sean Ramey:

I Am Troy Davis is very well articulated. It not only opens your eyes to the things that go on in the judicial system, but more importantly, it allows you to relive vicariously all the things the Davis family went through in their struggle to save a loved one and an innocent man. Through it all, they refused to let their personal issues or Troy’s situation tear their family apart. The sacrifice, strength and love the Davis family showed is a beautiful thing. I enjoyed this book to no end. I appreciate Sis. Martina Davis and Jen Marlowe for having both the courage to tell the story and the sense to know it’s one that really needs to be told. I recommend all family members and friends of those incarcerated read this book. It shows just how much of an impact their love and support has on us.

Stay focused, push, and believe!

Ker’Sean Ramey



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A torch in the dark: prisoner responses to “I Am Troy Davis”

Dear friends,

As many of you know, dozens of prisoners have been sent copies of I Am Troy Davis (you can gift a book to a prisoner by clicking here) and were invited to participate in the I Am Troy Davis Community Book Club.

One of the suggested discussion questions I sent to the prison book groups was: “Are books like I Am Troy Davis useful for challenging/changing the system? Why or why not?” You can read responses to this question from three men incarcerated in Hughes Unit in Gatesville, TX here.

The same group of men also responded to the question:

How was it for you emotionally to read “I Am Troy Davis”?

Here are their answers below:

From David E. Davis:

From an emotional stand-point, reading I Am Troy Davis was polarizing. At times, I was spilling over with inexplicable joy due to the many triumphs of the two courageous main siblings involved in the story, then, at others, I was overwhelmed with extreme remorse, because of the multiple abuses rained down upon them through an apathetic system by an unempathic state bureaucracy designed to exterminate and discourage designated groups in its environment.

I found myself in retrospect longing to be a part of a family as committed to the best-interest of one another as the Davis’s, because once we’re divided, we’re easily conquered. What many families don’t seem to understand is that to someone being unjustly disposed of, what matters is that those who should stand at their side, stand and not fold over. It’s the fight that counts, not that they’ve won or lost or any level. But the manner in which they’re seemingly defeated! If the family doesn’t care, who should? The Davsis’s are winners, despite how things may seem to the lesser-minded individuals. They maintained their dignity!

A movie that moves me emotionally is Brave Heart, starring Mel Gibson. I’m inspired by the scene at its ending where while being eviscerated before being decapitated and with the state’s executioners urging him to renounce his belief in the struggle, he yells the word, “Freedom!” indicating his desire for the people to continue their struggle to be freed from an unjust ruling class. I was as touched by I Am Troy Davis as I was by this classic movie, because of the similarities: both were fighting against unjust government systems designed to oppress the groups they were a part of, both fought and were eventually executed by the state, and, most importantly, their stories lived on long after they were deceased, effecting change for the better.

Martina is the character in the story that I won’t ever forget. She knew the effects her and Troy’s story would have on its readers’ emotions. She has touched my heart deeply. Martina did not have to give into the innate feelings she carried inside her towards her brother and, thereby, stand at his side for all those years. I have a bio-sister who’s my only sibling and the exact opposite of Martina. The last thing she told me and the first was that she did not put me here! Is she totally blind/unaware that “I did not put me here?” Or that I wasn’t born a criminal?

I am a victim of social genocide, imperialism/capitalism. I Am Troy Davis…long live the Davis family and their unique commitment to struggle, and active love for one-another.

From Kenneth Foster Jr.

[Reading I Am Troy Davis] was dreadfully painful. As a prisoner who spent 10 years on death row and came within 6 hours of my execution (which I protested by refusing to walk to the death house) it was a brutal reminder of the grueling death penalty process.

Author Eduardo Galeano said, “Remembering and forgetting are both political acts.” For example, take the Jewish Holocaust. Many people try to propagate that it never happened. Others try to downplay the numbers. That is an attack. It’s suppression. However, the Jews said “NEVER FORGET!” That is a statement of self-determination and resistance. I take the approach the Jews did to anti-death-penalty activism– “NEVER FORGIVE. NEVER FORGET.”  This is not to trap myself into hate. I can, and will, forgive when the death penalty has been ended and programs are in place to instill justice and healing. I can’t forgive someone for something they continually seek to do.

Right now, my memory is my weapon. My memory will save what is worthwhile. My memory knows more about me than I do. It doesn’t lose what deserves to be saved. That’s why I Am Troy Davis  is so important to people like me and people who do this activism. It doesn’t allow us to forget what needs to be saved.

Emotionally, when I think about that memory, I think about something Albert Camus said:

“Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal’s deed, however calculated, can be compared. For there to be an equivalency, the death penalty would have to punsh a criminal who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict horrible death on him and who, from that moment onward, has confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.”

As one who survived death row, reading I Am Troy Davis makes me relive that. I know the author doesn’t seek to instill feelings of pain or depression in the reader, but when we face this reality (the capital punishment one), we face a cold reality of systemic social genocide that targets a certain segment of our society, and throws them into a system that is biased, and that doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why we call it “a modern day legal lynching.”

Because I have been blessed with strength, vision, and passion, I use such books as guidance materials. It’s a torch in the dark. It reminds me when facing off against such a monster that might does not make right. When right is wrong, change is passed due!

From Mr. Charles McKinley

Reading I Am Troy Davis sent me on an emotional roller coaster. The tumultuous riot of anger, sadness, empathy, frustration, bewilderment, and inspiration had me constantly considering the nature of familial bonds, the court system, and human nature. I can’t begin to imagine how it is having a death warrant issued for your life. And at that, repeatedly!

I’m currently serving an aggravated life sentence for vehicular manslaughter. I was involved in an incidental wreck in which a young white woman passed. I empathize with Troy Davis and his situation in light of mine. Yet there are dynamics in his that are hard to grasp. It was enlightening and very inspirational to read of how positive and endearing Troy Davis remained in the face of such injustice and bigotry.

The so-called justice system failed Troy, his Mama, his sisters, his nephew and the myriad of supporters involved. The court system also miserably failed the MacPhail family. Instead of seeking TRUTH & JUSTICE for that family, the law enforcement officials involved provided no true closure. I am truly angered by this trend which has persisted for at least 2 centuries. Perhaps that’s why [Officer MacPhail’s mother] never truly attained the peace she sought.

Of course, I’m bewildered by how the courts could ignore and discard such critical evidence as the recantation affidavits and testimony that went alongside the flimsy crime scene “evidence.” It’s saddening, because it dims the light of hope for people like me. I could relate to so much of the book and the Davis’ struggle. I was constantly teary-eyed. Reading about his death row experience helped build my understanding and expanded my perspective on guys I’m doing time with. I know guys that have fought their way off the row and are now tacking capital life terms or terms of life without parole.


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Reviews from the Row (#3)

(This is the 3rd review of I Am Troy Davis that I am posting from a prisoner on death row, as part of the I Am Troy Davis Community Book Club. You can read the 1st Review from the Row here and the 2nd one here.)

Review of I Am Troy Davis

by Ker’Sean Ramey, on death row in Texas 

I Am Troy Davis is very well-articulated. It not only opens your eyes to the things that go on in the judicial system, but more importantly, it allows you to relive vicariously all the things the Davis family went through in their struggle to save a loved one and an innocent man. Through it all, they refused to let their personal issues or Troy’s situation tear their family apart. The sacrifice, strength and love that the Davis family showed is a beautiful thing. I enjoyed this book to no end. I appreciated Sister Martina Davis-Correia and Jen Marlowe for having both the courage to tell the story, and the sense to know it’s one that really needs to be told. I recommend all family members and friends of those incarcerated to read this book. It shows just how much of an impact their love and support has on us.

Stay focused, push, and believe!

Sign outside the TX prison where male death row prisoners are held

Sign outside the TX prison where male death row prisoners are held

Ker’Sean Ramey #999519

Polunsky Unit

3872 FM 350 S.

Livingston, TX 77351


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Reviews from the Row (#2)

I Am Troy Davis

Book review by Reggie Clemons, on death row in Missouri

            Reading I Am Troy Davis is an emotional, intellectual journey that should not be ever viewed as a spectacle. Spectacles are like movies and sports events that entertain and distract us, but do not come down to life and death. With every execution by the state, Troy Davis is executed all over again. With every execution of an innocent person, it is as if we are killing all of human kindness and spirit.

In reading I Am Troy Davis as a death row prisoner myself, the question I sought to answer was: is he an innocent man and did the system seek only to find a way to kill him?

Troy Davis comes to life and his bond with his sister Martina solidifies the depth of sorrow, pain, and heart-breaking disappointment these life-and-death decisions bring. There is no such thing as killing one person without affecting a whole family and community throughout the world. It is clear from one page to another that Martina would go to hell and back for Troy. Her fighting back death in the throes of cancer nibbling at her flesh, through pain and mental anguish, her spirit gave evidence that Troy Davis’s life had value, and of the likelihood of his innocence.

I won’t say that the Georgia Fraternal Order of Police and prosecuting attorneys or Attorney General’s Office were more focused on passion than the law. What I will say is that it would not be the first time police and prosecutors tampered with or misrepresented facts to the public or courts. Lawyers’ jobs on both sides are to win and police cannot help but feel passionate about the death of such a young fellow officer, as Officer Mark MacPhail. My heartfelt gratitude goes out to the family of fallen Officer MacPhail for their sacrifice, in offering their flesh and blood to keep society civilized.

It is an unfortunate part of a District Attorney prosecutor’s job and strategy to turn the passions of society against each other, and to make sure that the victim and the victim’s family focuses all their hurt, hate, and sorrow onto the defendant before trial and during appeals. In this way, no matter how innocent or regretful of a crime the defendant might be, the prosecution can secure and execute the harshest possible punishment on the poor and least educated.

The MacPhail family had every right to hurt, feel loss, sadness, hate the inner pain and to find the healing piece of forgiveness as justice rings out the truth.

There is the justice system of man and the universal justice of truth written upon the winds of change. Both the Davis family and the MacPhail family deserved a sincere attempt at truth as the winds of change turn for and against us according to our system of justice for all.

How does the MacPhail family feel about the possibility that Sylvester Red Coles killed Officer Mark and got away with it? Now that Troy Davis has been executed, Red Coles is free and clear of a closed case. After intimidating witnesses into not telling on him, he used the police investigators’ passions to divert attention from himself. It is understandable that Mr. Coles’ survival instincts made him take the path of least resistance, but all good investigative officers know a man’s conscience will reveal the truth of his misdeeds.

That’s the edge which allows all officers to get to the bottom of the truth when emotions are not involved. Here, though, they were misled by a parade of witnesses that lead Troy Davis to his execution in the death chamber. Witnesses tried to right their human mistakes, tried to use the force of breathing the truth into the air, only to find a system hardened and fixed on the finality of justice, a system that wanted to reap a soul for the fallen Officer MacPhail. With hardened hearts and closed ranks, the Fraternal Order of the Police pulled and stretched at the strings of justice, demanding satisfaction for their service.

In any normal process, this case would have received a new trial based upon Benjamin Gordon’s affidavit and testimony. The District Court of Savannah based its denial of Troy Davis on his failure to secure a confession or get Sylvester Red Coles to testify. Now death is riding on the winds of wrongful executions, regardless of how many people speak out for change. Without the confession of Sylvester Red Coles, the system will feel justified and continue to execute those who may be innocent.

While the whole word was watching, the lack of ironclad evidence was not enough to stop an execution. Especially in a case where the smoking gun—the gun that killed Officer Mark MacPhail—was never found. That gun is still out there, and might kill again.

The only mercy I see is that Virginia Davis did not have to bury her own children, that the MacPhail family no longer have to look at the man they have grown to hate, and that Troy Davis’s nephew De’Jaun Davis-Correia has turned out to be an amazing man with a resounding voice.

Jen Marlowe visiting Reggie on MO's death row in Dec 2013

Jen Marlowe visiting Reggie Clemons on MO’s death row in Dec 2013



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The Hour of Sunlight: Book Review by Reggie Clemons, on Missouri’s death row

Dear friends,

A few months ago, I sent a copy of my book “The Hour of Sunlight: One Palestinian’s Journey from Prisoner to Peacemaker” to my friend Reggie Clemons. Reggie is on death row in Missouri, awaiting the outcome of arguments that took place in front of the Missouri Supreme Court–a decision that will determine whether he gets a new trial, has his sentence commuted, or if Missouri gets the green light to proceed with Reggie’s execution. (Reggie was convicted in connection to the 1991 murder of two sisters, Julie and Robin Kerry.) Through my friendship with Reggie, I have come to admire his intelligence and thoughtfulness. I was interested in how Reggie, having spent 20+ years on Missouri’s death row, would relate to ‘The Hour of Sunlight’ which details my dear friend Sami Al Jundi’s 10 years in Israeli prison for having been involved in militant anti-occupation activities as a youth.

This is the book report that Reggie wrote:

“The Hour of [shining’ Sunlight” reads like most all well written tails and true stories, that can only be gleaned and reaped from real life. Where the multi layers of truth and parallels, line up to track the course of reality, in ways all fiction writers envy.

The foundation of Sami Al Jundi’s life and lessons were laid long before he was born, with the curse upon his mother’s eyes, striking her with blindness. This intentional or unintentional curse from a neighboring woman living next door, saying “Look at this precious little girl with such gorgeous green eyes!” laid waste to any illusion that life is or ever will be easy in the struggle for sanctity or survival. By Sami having parents that were both to be obeyed and looked after, it laid the foundation for Sami to be a born and well-groomed leader by circumstances of birth right. In this family tragedy of living and seeking a place to call home on a never-ending battle-field, it is this blindness that reflects our own refusal to see the way through to peace and compromise, where the abundance of land and food, the world over, is enough.

Unfortunately, in the course of life’s grooming of Sami, his apprehension over choices continued to haunt his life’s journey. Starting with his quest to train to be a soldier for the struggle by violence in Lebanon. His determination for self sacrifice and when to lead or be lead, was critically wounded with substantial indecisivie doubt, in his own confidence to make the right decisions. This apprehension and doubt would later damage and hamstring Sami in the face of adversity, planting a damaging seed in his heart of aversion to seeing the way through the crucible of conflict and confusion.

Sami had gained and known the hero’s courage and determination it took to put his life on the line to care for others when he, along with his neighbor and brother, returned to the house to save his neighbor’s daughter. Pushing back fear thorugh the perils of bombs, bullets and bloodshed, Sami was able to save the little girl from under the bed and help feed the frightened and worried people in the shelter. This heroic moment added to Sami Al Jundi’s desire and thirst to be there for the sake of helping others on the edge of losing hope in the face of danger.

The internal conflict between a person’s heroic desire to make the world a better place and the human instinct of self preservation would play out during Sami’s time in prison. Prison is historically designed to weaken a person’s sense of dignity and self-respect, for the purpose of making one submit to unnatural ideals and logic of what is a civilized human being. For however strong Sami’s desire to heal humanity, he was not immune to this scraping and hollowing out of the soul, which leads to making a person more selfish and submissive to the status quo rather than th risk of giving one’s self to sacrifice and extreme criticism.

In the corners, corridors, and hollow halls of the geo-political ‘think tanks,’ there is an unseen, unwavering constant effort of determination, to mark, label, identify and filter out natural leaders seeking to establish equality amongs humanity, such as Sami. This effort uses social control tools for the purpose of disruption and defanging of natrual leaders, from becoming strong, well-honed leaders. By discouragment from the possibility of success and deprivation of adequate resources, leaders for the greater cause of developing the human spirit are either broken through frustration or isolation in chambers of fear until they reach the point of discouragement and abandon the true purpose or meaning of the human cause. Meanwhile, those trained leaders that the geo-political ‘think tanks’ have selected for the preservation of the status quo are strengthened and well-provided for from the labor class coffers maintained by the higher echelon, so that the people of the world will never know what it’s like to be ruled by egalitarian humane leadership of equality and truth, even by any example of such leadership anywhere.

Sami studied hard while in prison to strengthen his mind and gird himself against ignorance; to understand the world and get a better, stronger grasp of what he was up against. You cannot change or shift circumstances, conditions or the factors at play, without understanding the essential elements that maintain their existance.

Grasping the depth of understanding is what Sami missed out on when he did not confront the aggressive, violent prisoners, when the other more aggressive power-hungry prisoners were sent in by ‘think tanks’ to create chaos. If he had confronted the ignorant aggression with full confidence and courage in his intellectual dominance and assuredness of greater purpose, Sami Al Jundi would have learned how to apply his knowledge and understanding to engage the conditions, circumstances, and individuals involved. As well as converting the illogical conclusions of aggressors into allies for humanity, or leave their senseless efforts in a state of frustration, Sami would have learned from this experience to look beyond the ponds in play and the wall in front of you, and to see the plan and people who laid the first stones of corruption, greed and egomania. He would have been able to build a window in that wall for everyone to see each other more clearly. Where the truth, for clearer understanding, still remains hidden behind walls of division that must crumble, these global fortifications of fear require that everyone on both sides are first divided and afraid of the truth.

Sami never gave himself the chance to see that the strength of what he lived by and believed in his heart and soul is self-sufficiently sustaining. That anyone, thing, condition or circumstance based on falsehood would fade and desolve in the face of the truth, along with the status quo ‘think thanks.’

If Sami had stayed around and took the chance on being wounded again and faced the fear of pain and the imperfect decision, he would have seen that people who use fear, confusion, and lies to manipulate others and circustances are only reflecting to the world their own doubts and loss of faith in humanity. Their aggression is more of a fear of facing themselves and some aspect of their false philosophy than their goal of forcing people to see things their way. The hard part is learning how to navigate through the analysis of wayward character logic, with the patience to see their awakening conversion through. Their aggression is nothing more than a glass shield that can be shattered with the right tone of courage and determination.

The learning circle of knowledge and understanding is ancient, human, universal, tribal, and has always historically brought both unity and cooperation. The system of social interaction that Sami learned about in prison is what always remained with him, until his return from the protective prison. That circle of knowledge and understanding for unity was something that would lay the ground work and base foundation for his life after release from prison.

When Sami Al Jundi got out of prison, his work witht he peace initiative was based on this circle of learning and understanding. With the Palestinian and Israeli children coming together for the central purpose of learning about one another and understanding the role they all  played in the future, these children were truly the seeds of peace and had the potential to become so much more than seeds. Some seeds don’t have enough soil to grow, some sprout but wither away under the heat of the sun, while others in fertile soil grow to bear the fruit of generations. The learning circle is most definitely and assuredly fertile ground for the souls of humanity.

Unfortunately, outside forces of the ‘status quo think tanks’ showed up in secret silence and sent in instruments of aggression and disruptive conditions.  To make sure the seeds of peace would fail, they came offering to increase the capabilities and reach of the movement, in exchange for control of the necessary resources.  With the ‘think tank’ controling the coffers from afar, like any hostile financial take-over, the think tank decided what the greater and lesser resources would contribute to or be utilized for. The death blow had been dealt long before the confusing arguments over internal power struggles and separation of the children into separate groups. The death of one of the children was inevitable and they were blindsided by not being prepared to face death. The circle of unity was broken when the conversations and discussions became choreographed by the desires of adults to control freedom. One the ancient circle of learning and understanding was broken, the roots for the Seeds of Peace lost their fertile field.

Life had offered a warning and lesson ahead of this intellectual strike from the higher echelons, when the peace activists encountered the old man whose family orchard was uprooted and destroyed. Gone were generations of family names and work, and love of nurturing plants to bear the fruit of olive branches, for the next generation the branches of peace were cut to shreds.

When the Seeds of Peace were at the conference in Israel/Al Quds, and the lady told them that this won’t last, you just don’t know it yet–that was a warning shot across the bow to the Seeds of Peace that an aggressive campaign had already been mounted and launched against the peace initiative. In the game of chess, most players will announce their intentions three moves ahead of check-mate. It all can seem overwhelming when considering all the factors and elements involved, but the mistake is always focusing too much on the opposition.

The core of the Seeds of Peace has not died, nor been weakened. Only lost to the cause and purpose of its name-sake and its essential means of creating fertile land for the human spirit. There was never any need for outside resources and all the outside resources offered could have been returned at any moment of pause. Whenever you feel frantic, lost or confused and indecisivie, just take pause and pray for spiritual insight.

The only thing the Seeds of Peace will ever need to maintain is the unifying circle of learning and understanding. There never was any real need for a building, when the real seeds are being planted in the souls of children. So the seeds of peace will always live on for the gathering of souls. As long as the Earth circles the Sun in learning and understanding the universal way of life and the balance of harmony.


Reginald Clemons

Seeking Harmony & Balance


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