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Everyone is a Felon

October 6, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Either in conscience or act. The only line of difference is my color. Every so often that blaring line blemishes into humanity as a whole.

We see who we all really are, bottom lines and quotas, a bunch of living-commodities giving unlimited and unchecked power to our oppressors taking form as corporations, government and public servants sworn to serve US. But in reality, they subject us all pitting classes, colors and cultures against one another. Conditioning our minds of what’s right and what’s deserved with discretionary, mitigating factors, all the while hiding their motivations behind our constitutional, systemical, and institutional ideologies.

And the ad nauseum propagandized hope, equality and justice for all, cloaking racial biases which create caste systems for social control and concentration camps in the deceitful language of law and order- a legal basis to further limit and subjugate poorer proportions of our population- while alleging wrongdoing and color blindness in the pursuit of justice.

Making most believe that black people are just inherently bad, aggressive and lazy therefore, deserving of their abysmal despot and squandering fate because they are given enough handouts as is to be different and to be better. Having many believe blacks are assisted even more than most and should have no excuse but what then of the Spanish Americans and the damn near all but extinct Native Americans or is there just an inherent problem with all people of color- blacks being the worst.

Because through the colonization of this country the heaviest workload was fashioned on the backs of these now suffering and marginalized people, pitting all poor and working class whites against them just to perpetuate the established elite order and safe running of the few at the top.

Maybe my skin is the problem, but to me, all problems are a matter of perception and to this problem, my skin seems to be the answer. An answer that I will never possess being born this way but will always have to ultimately answer for. Labels are a slavery of words. Once color was first announced, then came class. To keep class intact, a constitution was erected. And to police the new terms of society, conditioning was educated. After the indoctrination process then history needed merit. So narratives changed to capitalize and culture was stolen to reinforce tradition over truths cementing continual subjugation, ignoring the humanity of ALL for survival and supremacy, justifying immorality for profit…felon!

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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