Writes this morning:
As part of Second Chance Month, we wanted to share some of our most inspiring second chance stories with you.
Up first is John Koufos, the national director of reentry efforts for Right on Crime. He was once a high-powered New Jersey attorney, but then in 2012, he was convicted of a crime and sentenced to 6 years in prison.
While incarcerated, John used his legal experience to help former offenders restore their driver’s licenses and get identification.
Through these efforts, John was able to identify a new purpose for his life and career:helping offenders prepare for their re-entry into society after imprisonment.
Today, John directs Safe Streets and Second Chances, where he works to develop comprehensive reentry activities to ensure offenders have a successful return home to their communities.
John’s experience on both sides of the criminal justice system makes him a prime example of how instrumental a second chance can be for those formerly incarcerated.
Liberty and Justice for All,
David and the Nolan Center team
A WORD OR TWO FROM THE PUBLISHER- B.B. WOLFE BOOKS
Amen to that, David. My Kola, Michael Standing Bear, was doing time when I met him in Arkansas Valley CF in Pueblo, Colorado. I got out not long before he gave his case back to the state by proving who did it and he was reinstated to the bar immediately from what an honorable source related to me. He had our warden so hemmed up in litigation for messing with Native American civil rights the man could do nothing but sit at his desk and stare at the walls all day but he could not give a single order to anyone. That gentleman is someone I am so proud to call my friend that my heart soars like an eagle when I remember him and know he’s free.
There was another one there at the facility that liked to mess with Native American packages and items coming in through property.He was the intake Sargent too and property master and a major prick. He gave me a hard time over every religious item I ordered and some non-religious items as well. He just had a stick up his butt for everyone and he loved using his position to beat you with it.
I decided to pull it out and use it on him the morning I was released and I went down to intake with the sole intent to fuck with him as much as possible. You know how some people have a talent all their own?
He told me I was going to go back to my unit until I found all the property on my list I didn’t have with me. I gave that stuff away to the Kolas or sold it to the homies. All I had was my TV and my typewriter. I told that Sargent, “I’m sure that’s what you think is going to happen but let me assure you’ve lost your fucking mind because that ain’t happening,” He didn’t say a word he went back to filling out paperwork. He told me he was writing me up, I said, who gives a damn toss it on top of the other 56 I already have. He told me; your PO is going to violate you for it. I told him he won’t give a fuck about it either. He even tried to convince me but I wasn’t buying it. It turned out I was right too I told my PO he said he didn’t give a fuck. I was the only prisoner being released that day and I had a ball fucking with the dude after all the crap I had been put through for the last 13 years by him and his ilk..
He thought I’d get hemmed up because I had no laundry to speak of either and I needed a release from the laundry officer. A brother in laundry slid me right on through he knew what’s up it’s not like the towels and underwear are leaving the facility. I got the laundry Officer’s signature went to medical got cleared lickety-split and I was right back in intake fucking with him in no time at all.
Short version; I got him so mad that he lost his position because he cussed out a Major on the phone about the time I was still fucking with him. Pardon my language but it’s pertinent because messing with someone on that level is a Fucking art form. From the moment I walked in, all the way to gate.
I not only made him give me some decent fitting dress out clothes when he tried to give me a pair of Shaq’s pants and shirt I finally got in the closet and got my own shit. I instructed him on how to size a persons waist for pants. Whenever he put me in a holding cell I’d start singing. I gave him a big fat dose of his own Karma and I know he was glad to get rid of me.
My little gift to my brothers behind the walls in Colorado and elsewhere. From #112819. Keep your head high always. – Charles Ramos, Jr., Publisher bbwolfebooks.wordpress.com and staff writer at vegasvalleynews.com
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