Excerpt: Monsters of Our Own Making

Luis J. Rodriguez shares an excerpt from From Our Land to Our Land: Essays, Journeys, and Imaginings from a Native Xicanx Writer.

from our land to our land, essays, journeys, and imaginings from a native xicanx writer, luis j rodriguez
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A lifer stood up to read his writing after 15 weeks of sitting in a creative writing class I facilitated at a classroom in a maximum-security yard of Lancaster State Prison (California State Prison, Los Angeles County). It was our last day of that session. I had just passed out completion certificates and was about to share juice and cake the prison kitchen staff had brought us. The 40-something-year-old man hadn’t said much during the previous weeks. He didn’t seem to be writing either. I had noticed this, but it didn’t bother me. The class was lively with a flow of ideas and expressions; most of the guys were serving life sentences, some without the possibility of parole (LWOP).

I always feel people listen in their own way. Seeds were being planted, and if someone kept coming to class, I kept teaching.

But now this man stood up and read, opened up his heart about how, ever since he could remember, he had been abused; how drugs took his parents away from him; how he bounced around in the foster-care system, juvenile detention centers, and prison; and how being callous, a predator, had given him power, identity, a way of getting back. But he also related how lost he had become—detached, not fully human. His words were not a litany of excuses or complaints. They were recognition of terrible choices he’d made in a world of limited choices, of the fears and paralysis that impelled him to diminish his true callings.

This OG, who was African American, didn’t care how he would be perceived at that moment. Tears began to fall from his eyes, even as his voice remained strong. We were all riveted—crying tears inside if not on the outside. The men’s silence was the best mark of respect he could have received. When he was done, the quiet lingered for a beat, then the applause rushed in. The men were visibly moved as this man stood poised, unwavering, in the whirl of dark and convoluted sentiments. This and similar moments have made my work in prisons some of the most healing and sacred anywhere.•

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FROM OUR LAND TO OUR LAND: ESSAYS, JOURNEYS, AND IMAGININGS FROM A NATIVE XICANX WRITER, BY LUIS J. RODRIGUEZ
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