It’s a sad world we live in, where being a teenage prisoner means you got lucky. It means the arresting officer didn’t murder you. It means you can go on to become more than a two minute news segment and a hashtag. It’s a confused world we live in, where being a teenage prisoner is the bright side. People will say that he can now “get his life together,” and he can finally “get his high school diploma,” and he’ll “be able to get a trade,” ignoring the fact that he should’ve been directed to do these things long before he landed in prison.
I’m sorry you’re going through this, that the world doesn’t see your worth. But, know this, you’re not an animal, though they call you one, in segregated conversation and whispers. What you are is a child in prison. And eventually, you’ll realize that the system wasn’t designed in your favor. It was designed for you to lose, and justice is a commodity purchased by those who can afford it. In our world, justice has nothing to do with right and wrong. I know, it’s a jarring revelation, but one that’ll help you make sense of it all.
So, when you get out and you’re walking down the street at night, and she clutches her purse with that fearful look in her eyes, or he changes his path a bit and regards you suspiciously, it isn’t because they worry about what you might do to them, it’s because they are fully aware of what they have done to you. They’re scared of the revenge that they believe is in your heart. They’re scared of having to pay for the sins of their fathers. They’re scared of karma. They don’t know that Jesus visited you in prison. They don’t know that you’re saved. They don’t know salvation.