An Inquisition

• Son, you know that prisons are overcrowded with black young men like yourself, why would you commit a crime? 

• Son, you know that drugs ruin lives and destroys families, why would you take them?

• Son, seeing the devastation of drugs and incarceration, why would you sell them?

• Son, is being poor a sin?

• Son, is the quest for not being poor, worth selling your soul? 

• Son, do you remember what you were proud about? 

• Son, you know that people have fought and died for you to have the things you weren't allowed to have, not that long ago.  Do you not want these things now?

• Son, if I were alive, would you show me the respect I showed my father?

• Son, the gun you possess could be the gun that took my life. 

• Son, the "man" is impotent.  He's afraid to speak, he's given you more than you'd probably give someone else.  He's on the ropes. You gain nothing in dropping him.

• Son, the white man you hate and blame has not the power you think.  He can't help you.  Neither can I.   

• Son, helping yourself will give you all the help you need. You're as free as you live it.   So Live it.      Love you.