Peace to my folks behind the wall who support my every move through prayer and sacrifice. I love you all unconditionally especially my brothers who are lifers and the ones that are on Death Row. Watts up homies! First of all long lives my homeboy.
Tony Bogard from the P.J’S in Watts. This brother believed in the redeemable factors that people possess deep inside, only because he was a brother who walked both sides of the fence in regards to living in this world of many changes.
My point is that when you are blessed with a certain gift that is given to you to help the people, you have to always know that it doesn’t belong to you for one moment.
Most people think that they are doing us a favor by allowing us to share in their gift from god. But I am here to say to you that I feel totally different than the norm.
The gift that I personally have from god is still being opened at this time. It seems like layers of wrapping paper is wrapped around the gift. So I find myself always opening it constantly. I wish that there were something inside of this box that would allow me to really help the poor people who I love so much. With my gift I would free the worthy captives who are held in confinement in some of the worst conditions since Guantanamo Bay.
Then give them back to their children who also in my humble heart have also been sentenced to death and life behind bars. What animal thought of incarceration? Why do we catch and kill people? What’s in our moral terpetude did we interrupt that allowed the killing of another person to be so readily available? At what point can I use my gift to disarm the police for a day on a global tip.
You know I want to continue flying air craft with my son so we can use our gift to fly some of the needed goods to Somalia for the starving homies and families that are dying on their feet. What would Jesus do if you had millions of dollars in supplies going through the corridors of countries where people are starving.
I know that we can’t save the world but when we go through other people’s towns and countries with a boat of supplies I think we should also use the blessings that we have to help the poor. And maybe we should bring an extra boat of food for the people whose waters we pollute daily. What a way to use your gift. I want to use mine to fly some of the body parts of my people, both black and brown, killed in the streets, to the poor children of torn countries a chance to live.
Since we don’t want to live the gift of life that god gave us, there are no simple solutions only intelligent choices when it comes to what we should be doing with our gift from god. Each person know right from wrong when they are born therefore, not one soul on the earth is better than the next.
I think that we need to save ourselves from ourselves by using this chance to forgive and forget while we still have a chance. Because no matter what worldly power you have your destiny is with heaven or hell–a place you know in your mind whether or not you are going. So don’t waste your gift and never take good friendship for granted. Free Kevin Cooper, a brother who also was framed for a crime he did not commit.
Brother Kevin Cooper, We Blacks do not forget you people out here who are awake. FREE KEVIN COOPER. ‘NOW” Anyone who wants to write a book can go to publishers.com They will do all the store placement and advertisement for five hundred to twenty five hundred dollars. Also it is a great way to raise legal money. I think that Howard Publishing is the best one to connect to homies behind the wall. Also don’t put anything in the book that will come back to haunt you.