I was born in 1972. That was the year that Herman Wallace entered solitary confinement.
A judge over turned his sentence this month and after 41 years in solitary confinement, he was freed. He died three days later from liver cancer.
I found myself flashing back through the moments of my life to date, each breath, each boring moment or exciting moment.
Every single one of those moments in each of those 41 years of my life, Mr. Wallace served in “the hole”.
This is what came out of me as I sat with those thoughts.