Members of the San Quentin Richmond Project recently sponsored an essay contest at Leadership Public High School in Richmond. Through the contest they hoped to instill in students the importance of being involved in their community and to raise public awareness about the Richmond Project. The essays were read by a panel of Richmond citizens, including someone from the Mayor’s office, a clergy person and a teacher. Students wrote 200-500 word essays, responding to the question:

    If you were the mayor of Richmond, what three things would you change to improve your community?

The panel chose four inspirational essays based on the following criteria: overall effectiveness, overall focus and organization, overall control of writing mechanics, and overall creativity. Checks were awarded to the students with the highest number of points. Mayor Gayle McLaughlin and teacher Kelli Rice, who orchestrated the contest on the outside, presented the awards at Leadership’s Awards Assembly, June 10, 2011.  The winners were: First place, Daniela, second place, Sarah, and a tie for third place went to Edgar and Karina. All other participants were given Staples gift certificates. Following are the top four essays:

Following is a link to an Op-Ed piece by San Quentin students Hector
Oropeza and Stephen Liebb about the recent Supreme Court ruling
related to overcrowding. It was just published on Fox News Latino.

Prison Overcrowding In California

On Saturday, April 30, 2011, Dr. Elaine Leeder, Dean of the School of Social Sciences and Professor of Sociology at Sonoma State University, brought 25 of her students to dialogue with members of the San Quentin TRUST Fellows, a group of prisoners whose goal is to turn their liabilities into assets and to teach other inmates how to do the same. Both men and students told their stories, asked and responded to in-depth questions, resulting in the understanding that together we are trying to make our communities safer and richer in opportunities for all. Following are reflections from the students on what they took away from the experience and in what direction it will take them.

A Reflection by Heather

On April 30th my sociology professor, Elaine Leader, graciously took twenty of her 214 students to a field trip at the San Quentin State Prison located in unincorporated Marin County.  Upon arriving at the prison, I had the conceived notion that all prisoners were serial killers and would continue to murder people upon their parole.  However the inmates that I talked to, the members of the T.R.U.S.T. remolded my view completely.

First, I was shocked how remorseful the inmates were about their crimes, which most had committed before age eighteen.  Most of them were convicted as adults, even though they were teenagers, because of the pre-mediation or sophistication of the crime.  Second, I began to understand how the social construction around them leads them to become criminals.  For instance, one inmate, Charlie, stated that he did not have consequences growing up.  Since his father was out of his life, his mother had to work during the day and did not have the ability to monitor Charlie.  So if Charlie did not go to school or did not complete his homework, there were no repercussions because his mother was not around to instill them.  Third, most of the inmates did not have a father figure in their lives, or if there was one, he was physically abusing the mother of the family.  This was the case with David who said he had no incentive to do well in school or succeed in life.  His mother loved him, but was not an authoritative parent, so David started to hang around the wrong crowd (gang).

Some had histories of aggressive behavior problems that had hostile, inept or neglectful parents and other grew up with a loving mother and had no past delinquencies.    I learned the to main risk factors for these youth (to progress to criminals) are poor parenting and affiliation with anti-social/troubled peers; the second, usually the result of the first.  After my visit I felt so empathetic towards the inmates because I understood the circumstances of their upbringing which lead them to San Quentin.  They were not aware of the consequences, did not think how the violent act would impact their future, and the only role models in their lives were criminals.  How could they not go down that path?  Initially the inmates were socialized to become delinquents (through lack of parental control) and subsequently their brain had not fully matured when the acts of violence were committed.  This is pivotal because in adolescent the prefrontal cortex has not finished developing; this part of the brain is responsible for planning, thinking ahead, weighing risks and impulsive control.

Furthermore, I was most interested in the events that lead up to the imprisonment of these people, whom I would consider my friends.  Peeling the layers of the onion, I understood the various circumstances of their childhood which led to their imprisonment.  I was able to apply sociology definitions such as blaming the victim, self fulfilling prophecy and strain theory.  From visiting San Quentin and talking to the members of the T.R.U.S.T., my perception of prisoners has changed (inmates have rehabilitated themselves) I am motivated to help them reach parole (good luck David 2014!).  Words from Elaine Leader, “Prisoners are People Too.”  Thank you for the experience.

On April 28, 2011,  John Ely, Professor of Criminology at St. Mary’s University, brought  a Sociology class to San Quentin for a dialogue with members of the T.R.U.S.T. Fellows. The purpose of the visit was to create an honest and rich dialogue between students and prisoners. The students learned about members of the TRUST, men who have been incarcerated for a number of years and consequently taken courses and self-help programs, transforming their liabilities into assets. The students gained an understanding of who these men are and what they have done with and for themselves while they have been incarcerated. The TRUST Fellows gained an understanding of 2011 university students, their views on the incarcerated and on the justice system and questions they have about the prison system and the people within it.  At the end of the day , it was obvious that the students and the ‘men in blue’ have much in common.  Following are some of the students’ reflections on their visit:

Visiting San Quentin was life changing for me. I have never been to a prison, so it was a lot to take in. I thought it was interesting how the prisoners were very open about their experiences, and how they were incarcerated in the first place. I was not expecting them to be as friendly as they were, and it gave me a better perspective on things and how one act can change your life forever. I feel that they have changed since they were incarcerated, just from what they told us. How one guy, started out as level four and now he is a level two. The Trust Program is something that should be offered in every prison, I think that in such a negative environment there needs to be some positive, and the trust program is obviously helping them at San Quentin. The prisoners seemed genuinely happy, but the one pattern that I noticed was that a good handful said that they have been away from home for too long and that is where they want to go if they get paroled. Within that happiness, they do want to go home and make a better life for themselves than they had before they were incarcerated.

One story in particular was a guy who was a straight A student and then had a tragic accident when his brother died. He then he blamed school for everything, he became involved with a gang and sadly, there was a gang murder that he took part in. This goes to show how one event in your life can change who you are, and sometimes not for the better. However, I never knew that not all prisoners are nonchalant about what they have done and that they resent and feel bad since the day they committed the crime. At the same time they seem to have come to terms with the crime they committed; knowing that there is nothing they can do to take back what they did or to erase that crime.

The Trust Program overall, was an eye-opening experience. I thought differently of prisoners and that they are people just like me striving to be the best that they can, given the circumstances. Over time, if the Trust Program spreads to other prisons, I think more prisoners will become like the people I met at San Quentin; nice, sincere people who are paying their dues for something that they had done. They are in prison for a reason, but are now working through their issues they once had and are becoming better people. After my experience at San Quentin, I realized how much I benefited from it. I gained more understanding about how the prison system worked, let alone a prisoner’s day-to-day life. Having insight on someone else’s world is very valuable and being able to converse with the people in the Trust Program was valuable to me. During our group conversation, at one point, I forgot that I was at San Quentin with prisoners; this alone made me feel that I was in a safe environment and with people that were there to give their outlook on life as well as their life now. When I was about to leave, I realized that I could not just walk out to the car and be free, that I was in a prison and my freedom was based on other people’s decisions (the guard’s); I had to wait for someone’s permission to leave San Quentin. I was able to get a glimpse of what it is like to be a prisoner. This learning experience was incredible and being related to someone who is incarcerated, I now believe if someone wants to change and be a better person, even though they were at one time not in a good place, they have the ability to change their habits and tendencies; and having a Trust Program reinforces a positive environment for those who want to do so.

On December 16, 2010, twenty-five men graduated from the 2010 TRUST Program. Having participated in weekly workshops for seven months, the men were honored for their commitment, dedication, and willingness to make positive changes in their attitudes and consequently their lives. Graduates, TRUST Fellows, sponsors and guests from the outside came together to share their belief that “Change is inevitable; growth is optional,” the theme for this year’s program. Music set a celebratory tone for the event, with Cold Blue Steel, a San Quentin band, opening the program and guest musicians Annie and Doug Zesiger, Charlie Hildeburn, and Janet Daijogo leading the audience in song. James Cavitt, one of the graduates, read a story from the Bembe tribe of South Africa which stresses the importance of community and of knowing our individual songs. Certificates were presented to the graduates for completion of the curriculum requirements, to TRUST Fellows for their participation in all aspects of The TRUST, and to outside sponsors and volunteers for their support. Christopher Petrella, PhD candidate at UC Berkeley, gave the keynote address. Excerpts follow: TRUST not only holds us accountable to ourselves, but to others incarcerated at San Quentin, to our communities, and, therefore, to the world. TRUST provides us with the tools to stare unflinchingly into the abyss, even when it’s staring back at us and helps us to see that the possible is often more important than the actual and that “life,” in the words of Jean-Paul Sartre, “begins on the other side of despair.” And in some form or another, regardless of the contours of our individual life experiences, despair, to a greater or lesser degree, brings us all to education. And education, in the deepest sense of the word, isn’t preparation for life, but is life itself. Of course, education comes in variety of forms, but I’m convinced that what’s special and particularly effective about TRUST’s conception of learning is the implied recognition that growth is optional, not guaranteed. Change alone is eternal, growth, however, is intentional. The question, then, is not whether or not the world will change – we know it will- but whether we have chosen growth or decay, progression or oppression, emancipation or domestication?  Education, therefore, is never neutral.  Our relationships with one another and with the world are always moving, always in flux, always subject to instability and, most importantly, always governed by a question of ethics. That is, what exactly does it mean to be human? To put it crudely: We’re all gonna die some day, but what kind of person will we choose to be in the meantime, in the in-between time? To lead an ethical life means recognizing, in part, in the words of Elie Wiesel that, “you can’t stand still on a moving train.” Or…as I like to say, “you can’t simply get swept away in the river’s current if it’s leading to a waterfall.” If you wanna make it out alive- with your body, soul, your dignity- you gotta turn your boat around and start paddling like your life depends on it. Because, well, it does. The water represents life. TRUST provides you with the boat, the paddles and a compass to anticipate dangers but the choice to paddle is yours and yours alone. Thankfully, TRUST always encourages us to help one another paddle during the difficult moments. And in paddling together we’re called to recognize that for growth to be meaningful and enduring it must occur together in concert with others. And although we must begin internally first, we should always remind ourselves, in the words of Desmund Tutu, that “our humanity is bound up in the humanity of others, for we can only be human together.” Pause on that for a second- we can only be human together… We’re living through difficult times, dear friends, but I’m far from hopeless. As the saying goes, “I’ll always be broke but I’ll never be broken!” So why am I here? The answer is simple: I’m here because you’re here. My humanity is bound up in yours because I believe that we can only be human together. So as you graduate from the TRUST program today and enjoy the rest of the lovely festivities please remember that words like success, achievement, and accomplishment carry very little weight unless they’re harnessed to the ideals of growth, love, justice, and community. Growing can be painful, but no one ever said that the road to progress is straight. Surround yourself with those who sustain you and challenge you. For I have long believed that we find comfort in those with whom we agree, but growth in the presence of those with whom we do not. Growth, though messy, is worthwhile and as Frederick Douglass once said, “There is no progress without struggle, there never has been and there never will be.” Learn from one another, grow with one another, and take care of one another. For if we take care of ourselves, one another, and our communities, well, then, of course, we’ll be taking care of the world. I wish you the best of beauty, peace, and justice and thank you for allowing me, a fellow traveler, to partake in your human journey. Congratulations on your very impressive accomplishments. And in the words of Fred Hampton, “All Power To The People!” Following the formal program, all attending enjoyed a banquet and lively conversation.

On December 4, 2010, Dr. Elaine Leeder, Dean of Social Sciences and Sociology Professor at Sonoma State University, brought 25 of her students to San Quentin for a dialogue with members of the T.R.U.S.T. Fellows. The purpose was to educate Dr. Leeder’s students about life inside and about the prisoners’ transformation through programming. The students gained an understanding of who these men are and what they have done with and for themselves while they have been incarcerated. The TRUST Fellows gained an understanding of 2010 university students and the commonalities between students and ‘men in blue’. Following are some of the students’ reflections on their visit:

Visiting San Quentin and meeting these guys was a life changing experience that I will forever be grateful for. More people need to have this opportunity– once their voices are heard, we will all see positive changes in our communities. Allison Liebig, Sociology 201, Section 5
My trip to San Quentin was the most amazing experiece. I did not understand before I went in there and met the guys such as Red, Charlie, both Mikes, and every one of the other men there, that I was holding so many judgements against prisoners. The trip to S.Q. taught me that I can seperate the person from the crime and that they are not bad people. I cannot make judgements on people based on a mistake they once made in their life. They were the nicest guys, and I really liked that they trusted enough to tell us their story with the hope that sharing their story will influence others in some way. Our trip to S.Q. was very lifechanging and I now want to search for some way that I can one day help prisoners and give back like they help the community as well. And I want to thank S.Q. for having us.

Shyla Brown

Upon reaching the gates of SanQuentin I was excited and curious yet somewhat nervous for what I was about to experience. I knew that I was about to sit in a room full of prisoners but I certainly had no idea what was really in store for me. I had my preconcieved ideas of what prisoners look like torn apart once entering the classroom. The men did not look like criminals but normal men of everyday society. They all greeted us quite politely and handed us a newspaper once we walked in and sat down. Once we started talking I realized that these men are just like any other person, they as well as you or I are everyday U.S. citizens. Yes these men have made mistakes, but what I respect is that they are willing to admit their faults and work to make them better. The men understand that they can not change what they did but even from prison walls they can still make  a difference in society. I highly respect that these men are working with the at risk youth to prevent them from ending up in their shoes. I appreciate everyone sharing their stories and being completely honest with us. I appreciate everyones time, understanding and for sharing their knowledge with us. I felt a changed person when I left SanQuentin that day, knowing that I too would like to help make a difference in society. Sincerely, Kaitlin Nicolls

Building Bridges
Taylor Dickinson

I literally do not have the words to describe the experience. Explaining what happened is like trying to describe to someone a person they have never met. You can’t convey the things you feel to someone else from a simple description; it’s impossible to tell them everything that you have gone through to develop the way you know that person. But I’m going to try my best.

It started with fear – fear that turned my stomach in nervous knots every time I thought about what I had been selected for. 217 students in Elaine Leeder’s Sociology 201 class, 25 chosen to go. How was I chosen? I had my name drawn out of my friend’s hat. That was when the fear started.

San Quentin State Prison is the oldest prison in California, as well as the only prison in the state with Death Row. It is a mix of maximum and minimum security and houses over a thousand men– all convicted criminals. Keeping that information in mind, this was the game plan: go into San Quentin, walk through the yard while the prisoners are out, get put up in a room with prisoners and have no guards or security with you the entire time and just talk. Not exactly an ideal Saturday for a college student. But my curiosity was so overwhelming and the idea that I would get to meet someone who maybe had the ability to kill another human being was scary yet completely intriguing to me. There was no way I could say no.

“Just for your information – you can turn back now, but this prison has a ‘no hostage’ policy,” Professor Elaine Leeder called out to the group dressed mostly in all black, huddled in the cold weather beneath a guard tower where a man with a very visible gun stared down at us.

“What does that mean?” another student asked.

“If you are taken hostage by a prisoner, they won’t negotiate to get you back.”  Comforting words to think about as we entered the second gate to get into the actual prison, where actual prisoners would be.

The dehumanization started the instant we walked into the first building for the second security check of the day. It was a small, bleak area with metal bars acting as dividing walls. We signed in, were scanned with a handheld metal detector, and stamped with an invisible ink. If you didn’t have that stamp on the way out, you weren’t leaving. I made sure to roll my sweatshirt sleeve back. The next step was to crowd all 24 of us into a small area meant only for 10 – a cage, if you will – that had doors controlled by a guard behind a thick wall of glass in an area that set them higher than us. We all had to hold up our ID’s before they would push the button to open the second door, filing us out into the courtyard of the prison.

Death Row and the adjustment center was what we could see on our left, there was a hospital ahead of us and a building labeled Catholic Church on our right. We walked to another guard station where Professor Leeder stopped to talk to another guard, and two men in all denim were standing waiting to greet us. It took a moment to realize these men were prisoners, and there was a reason we weren’t allowed to wear denim on this trip. The first man, the only one of the two who addressed us at first, introduced himself as Red, and he would be escorting us to the room where the other men were waiting. While he spoke, we were all huddled fairly close together, Elaine still getting her card and talking to another man she knew – it seemed like she knew everyone there.

“Hey! Stay away from drugs!” someone cackled out of a small window that was opened, right above the words ‘Adjustment Center’ painted onto the building. Those that heard him giggled with nervousness; the Adjustment Center was where the more “troublesome” prisoners were kept. Yes sir, if that was where drugs get you, I have even more motive to stay away from them.

We walked along the buildings, going down a slight hill and stopping to look at what they called ‘the dungeon’. It was dank, dreary, and looked like something a horror movie would take place in – and that was just the outside. We didn’t go through the rusty metal door, we just peered through the bars into the complete darkness that held an unbearable stench, even though it hadn’t been used in years. San Quentin was renovated a couple of years ago and the dungeon was preserved to keep a historical aspect because it is believed to be the oldest building constructed in the state. I couldn’t imagine people actually having to be in there, chained up and alone; that rusted, iron-latticed door held behind it overpowering human suffering and pain. And even though it seems hard to believe, as much as the media tells us otherwise, those inmates are human.

We continued walking around the corner until the pavement opened up into ‘The Yard’ and despite the dreary day, men in all blue were out and conversing. Even though those of us that are in the free world would prefer to stay inside in the comfort of home on such a day, I imagine the gray sky outside was a much better environment than the small prison cell those men are used to. It felt as if every single person on that yard was staring at us, and I don’t blame them. We were an unusual sight, all decked out in black and sticking close together as we followed Red all the way to the other side of the yard. A few men called out to us, but I couldn’t process what they were saying, I was too uneasy. Red turned to face us as he walked backwards, an easy smile on his face as he asked, “Are you guys nervous?”  We giggled and looked around to see each other’s reactions. “You guys can answer him,” Professor Leeder piped up from the back.

“The nervous laughing was my answer,” Red retorted and laughed himself, turning forward again and leading us to the small building where our meeting was to be held. It was a portable room like you would see outside school buildings, with a chain link fence surrounding it. Another prisoner was leaning against the fence and he opened the gate for us. We stepped up two metal steps and went up a ramp into the portable, greeted by two men handing out the San Quentin News and gesturing for us to sit anywhere in the inviting circle of chairs. Two or three men were already sitting while most gathered near the front, dressed in white t-shirts and jeans, one wearing a white baseball cap waving at us. He introduced himself as Charlie as we took our seats, most of us sticking together. I noticed a probably subconscious avoidance at first of the three men already seated, but eventually all the seats filled up. Most of the guys in blue stayed on one side of the circle, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were nervous too, or just trying to not make us feel uncomfortable. I assume it was the latter; what reason would they have to be nervous around a group of college students when all they were here to do was let us get to see the person behind the label ‘criminal’?

Red was the man in charge for the day, getting us all settled and starting the introduction around the circle. He told us his name, his real name, and a little about himself. The rest of us said just our names and the big circle was cleared in about thirty seconds. “That was the fastest circle I’ve ever seen!” Red declared, and we chuckled again, still nervous. But these men were described as the “pillars” in the prison community, the good ones to look up to, and there had to be a reason for that. The nerves quickly began to fade away, and by the time Professor Leeder stopped the discussion and made the men mix in with us in the circle, it wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.

The oldest member in the room, a man they called Doc, switched seats with Vinny and sat down next to me. He introduced himself as Larry, “but the boys here call me Doc,” he told me as I shook his soft hand. I smiled and told him my name – I wasn’t afraid at all to be in his grasp. From then on, the men sitting between us all suddenly began to seem more and more like real people. They were educated, understanding, funny, and all had their own defined personalities. It’s impossible to truly know someone in a few hours, but they did their best.

I didn’t ask any questions. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because I wanted to absorb what everyone else in the room was saying and watch their reactions as the walls between us all slowly began breaking down. Personal stories were shared, both from the incarcerated and the free, and I found that I was able to relate to some of the stories or emotions that were described. Prison life isn’t like ‘Lock Up’ or those other prison shows. The way the media warps these ideas is disturbing because it’s all just playing into the stereotypes that they (the media) already created in our heads and showing us what we “want” to see.

One of the biggest ideas I took away from this experience was separating the crime from the person. These men regret what they did and there is no doubt about it. Most of them were very young, most were in for murder; some gang-related, some under the influence, and one has been in the system since he was 16 for being with someone else as they shot someone. Yes, these are bad things. But you realize quickly from the stories that these guys aren’t much different from anyone else, they just happened to take one or two more wrong turns in their lives and that landed them in prison – most already in for half of their life or more. The crimes committed don’t only affect the victim or the victim’s families; they can equally affect the person who committed the crime and their families for even longer. I’m not saying this to justify the crime, but as one man described, “it was just one instant that ruined the rest of my life.”

I wish I could remember every single thing that was said, and the entire time I was desperate for a pen and paper so I could write down what I was feeling, thinking, or hearing. Like I said, it isn’t an easy thing to describe what I and surely the other students were experiencing through this process. At one point, Charlie described how he was shackled for hours – days, while the court decided whether or not he could be housed in an adult institution at the age of 16. The pain and loneliness he described was heartbreaking; the need for someone, something, anything to be there for him. “I didn’t care if it was a person or a cockroach running across the floor, I needed something.” The pain was visible in the way he he explained it to us, and the idea that such a carefree, amusing guy could be put through something so horrible made me sick.

But these men didn’t bring us there to make us feel sorry for them, and Professor Leeder wasn’t giving us this opportunity just so we would walk away feeling sad. We found that these men were indeed human – quite good humans, in fact. I learned that like the schools losing money in California, the prisons were losing money as well; money from programs that supported at rehabilitation rather than punishment. Rehabilitation is what needs to be in place in prisons if we want to have a better society in the future, we can’t simply send people away for mistakes (big or small) and dismiss them from society – they need to be rehabilitated or resocialized whenever possible.

San Quentin is a prison unlike any other for many reasons. Yes it has Death Row, but it also has a completely volunteer-based college program. I believe most of the men in the T.R.U.S.T. were working on or already had a college degree. San Quentin offers many rehabilitation programs including ones for drug rehab, a huge problem today, and to have them cut would be a great loss. The state is looking to release 40,000 inmates in the near future and that idea might seem scary to a lot of people, but with the programs like T.R.U.S.T. among many others that focus on positive actions and rehabilitating, it should be easy to choose which inmates could to be released. Cutting the programs won’t do any good for anyone.

The simple thing that anyone can do that I find extremely important is to pay attention to propositions having to do with prisons and not voting for the ones that take even more money away. California is in a horrible budget crisis, we all know that. But taking away money from schools and prisons, which seem to be to most targeted, is not going to help the state. I believe every person who gets the chance to meet the men of T.R.U.S.T. will have a new perspective on things, whether it be on the prison system or our entire society. Social change is what the world could use right about now, and we’ve seen from the past that it isn’t a very easy thing to make happen. But we are the next generation, about to take over the world whether we like it or not. We need to be educated on what is wrong in society and make the effort to change it. If we don’t, who will?

I’m not trying to preach to anyone, just like the men weren’t trying to preach to us, I just want those who didn’t have the experience to be informed to the best of my ability. All in all, I wish I could place into you all the experience I had with the men of the San Quentin T.R.U.S.T. so you could see exactly what it’s like to have stereotypes broken and see someone transform right before your eyes simply by listening to what they had to say.  T.R.U.S.T.’s motto is “building a bridge from the inside out,” and that is exactly what happened that cold Saturday morning.

We all shook the men’s hands as we left, and I thanked them sincerely, wishing I could express just how much they affected me that day. Our group walked out, mingling with a few of the men as we made our way back across the yard. This time when someone in the yard called out, we responded easily, suddenly excited to wave and smile at them. Our transformation was obvious, even to us, and it was a good feeling. Just before leaving the yard area, a guard in green stopped us and asked one of the men walking with us who was leading this group. Professor Leeder charged up to the front and assured him she was the brown card holder. The guard’s resolve was not going to break, I could see that. He gave us all a hard stare, but I knew that was his job. “He has to make sure we don’t keep any of you here,”  our T.R.U.S.T. friend joked as the guard called in to make sure we were supposed to be there, counting us a few times as the other men we were with separated from us. Finally he signaled up to the guard in the tower, who was once again staring down at us with rifle in hand, that we were clear to go.

Red walked us back to the courtyard where he had met us and soon we had to say goodbye. We went back through the cage, this time 10 at a time like we were supposed to, and then got out invisible stamps checked. Everyone made it out with no problems and suddenly, the surreal experience was over. No one was mugged, no one was hurt, no one was even looked at in the wrong way. We were never going to have the chance to be in San Quentin again – at least not in the same way. We were back to civilization where, unlike the men inside, we were free to go.

Kathleen Jackson, executive sponsor for the San Quentin TRUST, is featured in the November 2010 issue of Marin Magazine. It is her hope that the article will raise public awareness about a population that is too often ignored and maligned. To read the article click here.

Inmates Pack 7th Annual Health Fair

San Quentin’s seventh annual Health Fair brought out approximately 80 health care  professionals from throughout the Bay Area, according to Laura Bowman Salzsieder, San Quentin’s Community Partnership Manager. On April 30, 2010, inmates, event sponsors and staff packed San Quentin’s lower yard to attend the event, which was sponsored by San Quentin T.R.U.S.T., National Trust for the Development of African Americans, Center Force, Black Nurses Association and UCSF and Alameda County Public Health Department Urban Male Health Initiative. (See Fair on Page 4)

Seventh Annual Health Fair Attracts Large, Thankful Crowd Continued from Page 1

T.R.US.T. is an acronym for Teaching Responsibilities Utilizing Sociological Training. The noon presentation speakers were Warden (A) Vincent Cullen; Noel Valdivia, President of T.R.U.S.T.; Deacon Earl Jacobs of Healthy Oakland Urban Male Health Center and Mike Gibson, a juvenile justice specialist. The crowd was also given insightful information by spoken word artist Timothy Reeves.

BUILDING BRIDGES

“The mission of San Quentin Trust is to motivate, educate, prepare and assist men in prison for release to their communities,” said Valdivia, “This program actively and responsibly builds bridges from inside San Quentin to the outside communities, which is crucial to facilitate successful re-socialization of our graduates back into their communities. Michael Shaw and Doctor Arnold Chavez of the Urban Male Health Initiative sponsored and provided technical support for the program. Shaw said that he has family incarcerated in Flint, Michigan and that California is woefully lacking in any efficient form of true rehabilitation. He said this state should want to do a better job of training incarcerated men and women with viable trades to ensure public safety. “A large portion of the men who go to prison and return to our communities don’t need police,” Shaw said. “We need our black men to be released into our communities to take care of their families to be role models”.

ESSENTIAL ELEMENT

This fair brought with it many wellness providers including chiropractors, hearing and eye test- ing nurses, anger management specialists, yoga teachers, counselors in parenting and fatherhood, and dental educators. “Trust is an essential element for rebuild- ing our communities,” said Darnell Hill, the Vice Chairman of T.R.U.S.T. “Because we’re doing the time, we are the individuals who possess the tools our communities are in dire need of. We were the problems but now we’re the solutions,” a beneficiary of the Health Fair said. “While we are living here we have no control of our basic meals,” said Malik Harris, but the doctors and the nurses taught me that I could have control over my own health even in this environment. They gave me information on how to keep my cholesterol balanced and how to keep my blood pressure in check. I really appreciated all of their advice.”

Throughout the day individuals that were interviewed said repeatedly that they were amazed at the large turnout and the concerned interest and care of the outside professionals that came in to San Quentin to do all of this for the inmates.

IMPRESSIVE TURNOUT

Michael Harris, outside coordinator and member of the executive body of T.R.U.S.T. offered these thoughts: “We’re all excited about how many people came out and supported and participated in this Health Fair, from the out- side community volunteers to the administration and most importantly San Quentin’s general population, both North Block and H-Unit. This was a great opportunity for us to share and network by engaging the community in this manner based on our sociological training.”

GETTING CONNECTED

Asked how re-socialization affects successful re-entry, Harris replied, “Good question. Based on my experience of being incarcerated for over 22 years I have observed a certain type of detachment that takes place when a person does not have an opportunity to engage the outside community for large spaces of time. In some cases people become more disconnected and display even greater anti-social behavior. Any time the two worlds can meet, where the outside community and the prison community come together for a mutual celebration of human concern, the odds of public safety are elevated.”

As the event came to a close men kept lining up to get their eyes checked or their spines adjusted. “Most men who come to prison have never gone to a chiropractor on the streets or had their blood pressure checked before their incarceration,” said Dr. Chavez. “I like knowing that I can be a part of something bigger than I am and help people feel a little better at least for a day.”

Christopher Petrella, doctoral student in African American Studies at UC Berkeley, recently spoke with TRUST Fellows and graduates to deepen their understanding of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s history and importance. In speaking about Dr. King, he underscores the manifold ways in which Dr. King’s image has been both explored and exploited in our national psyche. In so doing, he calls attention to the purposes for which his memory has been used and abused over the last 40 years. Above all, Christopher highlights the reality of Dr. King’s radical message and calls into question the ways in which it has (since his death) taken on a problematic new life to serve contemporary political ends often contrary to his core message. Read the full essay below.