Until Now, I Never Knew What Peace Felt Like

Until Now, I Never Knew What Peace Felt Like

I’ve been home a month now, after nearly three decades in prison. And at this moment, it feels like I will never complain about anything again. Freedom is the most amazing, enjoyable, ecstatic state of being I’ve ever experienced. But these last 30 days or so...
Kobi and Mamma Mia: a Friendship that Defies Bars and Borders

Kobi and Mamma Mia: a Friendship that Defies Bars and Borders

Note from Pam Bailey, co-founder of More Than Our Crimes: The two essays below are written by individuals from two different sides of the world, each connecting from one of my nonprofits – Kobi Mowatt, an incarcerated member of the MTOC network, and Maram Faraj, a...
The Taste of Freedom

The Taste of Freedom

I woke up this morning and immediately dashed to my mother’s room and jumped into bed with her. It’s been 29 years, six months and five days since I’ve been home. When I was arrested, I was only 16. And through all those years behind the wall, one of my best memories...
The Invisible Weight Tied to My Ankle

The Invisible Weight Tied to My Ankle

Freedom…the thing I’ve yearned for…prayed for…and that has consumed my being for the past 30-something years of incarceration…was briefly within my grasp. No longer was it just a yearning – an elusive prayer. Rather than a faint hope, it was so close, so possible it...
A Love Story in Black and White

A Love Story in Black and White

“The most revolutionary act Black men can make is to deal psychoanalytically with their childhoods.” Scholar/writer, Bell Hooks I have this recurring fantasy in which I am happily married to my teenage love, a brilliant, funny and gorgeous African American...