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Veronza’s mandatory release denied by US Parole Commission <br><br>
<b>by Veronza Bowers<br>
</b><a href="http://www.sfbayview.com/082504/releasedenied082504.shtml">http://www.sfbayview.com/082504/releasedenied082504.shtml</a><br><br>
Dear Friends,<br><br>
(photo: Bro VERONZA BOWERS) <br><br>
I send each and every one of you my very warmest greeting from 31 years
deep inside of the Belly of the Beast. <br><br>
As you know, I’m a former member of the original Black Panther Party, and
even though government officials claim that there are no political
prisoners in this country’s prisons and jails, it’s simply not true.
Having already “served” over three decades in continuous custody in
federal prison, I’m one of the longest held political prisoners in the
U.S. of A. There are quite a number of us scattered about … but that’s a
very long story.<br><br>
Picture this in your mind ... if you dare:<br><br>
After 30 years of being denied release on parole, despite the fact that
your conduct has been exemplary for over 20 years and you have long since
met the criteria to be released on parole, finally your mandatory release
date rolls around. April 7, 2004. Everything is set. <br><br>
Your daughter, who was 5 years old when you were taken away to prison and
is now 36, sent you a top-of-the-line fashion suit of clothes so that you
would be properly dressed to “step in the name of freedom with love.” She
along with three of your sisters fly in from across the country to be
there at the prison gate to pick you up. In fact, there will be a whole
entourage of dear friends and well-wishers who will be out in front of
the prison with plans to all gather at the home of a friend about an
hour’s new red Cadillac’s ride away. <br><br>
A grand celebration is planned: a big cook-out at which your godmother
had cooked hot-wings and home-made strawberry cheesecake. Another friend,
from Tonga, in keeping with their cultural traditions, has roasted
underground several baby pigs. Others are bringing all kinds of foods.
<br><br>
There will be a live band playing jazz and blues, a swimming pool, etc.,
etc., etc. In a word, a lot of caring people have gone though a lot of
effort, not to mention expense, to welcome you in their brave new world
far removed from the world of prison walls that had kept you on ice for
so long. They are there to welcome you with unconditional love and
support. <br><br>
On the inside of the prison, there has been a “going home” gathering put
together by friends, replete with food, music, and emotion-filled,
open-hearted, teary-eyed talk and laughter. Everyone came together to
wish you well and a prosperous new life. <br><br>
You’d given away to friends all of your possessions: watch, alarm clock,
sweat clothes, running shorts and tennis shoes, handballs, weightlifting
belt, visiting clothes and shoes, commissary items, rain poncho and
winter coat. The only things you kept were your Taipei Shakuhachi silver
flute and some books. <br><br>
You’d used up all of your 300-for-the-month telephone calling minutes
because after April 6 you wouldn’t be needing any more from the BOP.
You’d made the rounds, shaking hands and hugging so many men you’d
probably never see again. You’d even tried to give words of encouragement
and hope to young and old men alike who you were leaving behind in very
desperate and hopeless situations. <br><br>
Yes, the time was growing near you to leave the world of concrete and
steel and razor wire and gun towers - the land of the living dead - and
you were very happy and at the same time very sad. <br><br>
The last “official thing” that you were required to do, you did. All
prisoners, on the day before their actual release date, are required to
“go on the merry-go-round,” i.e., you must take a check-out form around
to each department head for their signature, which means that you are
cleared of all obligations to that department. Everything is all set to
and good to go. <br><br>
After doing all of that, you’re sitting outside in the Sweat Lodge area
with your two closest friends just enjoying each other’s company in
SILENCE. A loud announcement over the loudspeaker ordering you to “report
to your unit-team immediately” breaks your peace. You know that something
is not right. Your sixth sense - maybe even a seventh - lets you know the
“hidden” right away. <br><br>
As you walk into your counselor’s office, you know what he’s about to
say, even before he says it. So you focus upon that one thing that has
sustained you and always pulled you though the roughest of times - even
pulled you though those time when knife blades were slashing at flesh,
when bullets were flying through the air trying to find your body, when
you learned of the passing of your Dear Mama and the officials wouldn’t
allow you to attend her funeral even though you had only seven months
left until your Mandatory Release date – yeah … one breath at a
time.<br><br>
“You won’t be leaving tomorrow.”<br><br>
You already knew that, but you didn’t know why … so you breathe deeply,
one full breath, two full breaths. A strange silence fills the room, and
since it’s quite obvious that some reaction is expected of/from/by you,
you just continue focusing upon the Breath. “Why?”<br><br>
“Well, all we know is that the National Parole Commission called the
institution and ordered that you not be released tomorrow. The warden is
very upset and he’s been on the phone with them all day trying to get
some clarity.”<br><br>
Just like that! A simple phone call from a National Commissioner in Chevy
Chase, Maryland, and all of the plans for you to be “steppin’ in the name
of freedom, with love” are cancelled, wiped out, voided until further
notice.<br><br>
How do you feel? Me, too!<br><br>
Since that terrible day, with the help of some friends here, I put
together a very good draft of an Emergency Petition Unlawful Detention
Beyond April 7, 2004, His Statutory/Mandatory Release Date Under 18
U.S.C. 4206 (d.).<br><br>
I tried to get the prestigious law firm of Willie E. Gary to take my
case. To date, I don’t know whether his firm will get involved.<br><br>
On May 2, I met in the visiting room with attorney Gilda Sherrod-Ali of
Washington, D.C., and presented her with the draft of my 2241 motion. We
discussed it at length and it was agreed that she would file it in the
U.S. District Court in Ocala, Florida. It will go before Judge Hodges,
the same judge who denied and dismissed my last action against the Parole
Commission. My situation now is that I am being held in prison UNLAWFULLY
since my Mandatory Release date of April 7, 2004.<br><br>
So that’s about it from this side of hell, my friends. I want to thank
you with all of my heart, all of the love, concern and support you’ve
given me. <br><br>
I know that in the past whenever the call went out for financial
contributions to cover attorney fees, you didn’t hesitate. I have to ask
again. There will be one more round and unfortunately there are not many
lawyers around like it was in the ‘60s. So please, any contribution you
can spare for my legal defense fund will be greatly
appreciated.<br><br>
I remain steadfast and looking toward a better future for us
all.<br><br>
<i>- Veronza Bowers Jr.<br><br>
Learn more about Veronza at
<a href="http://www.veronza.org/" eudora="autourl">www.veronza.org</a>.
And he would love to hear from you. Write to: Veronza Bowers, Jr.,
#35316-136, FCC, Medium C-1, P.O. Box 1032, Coleman FL 33521-1032 or
email veronzab@yahoo.com and include your return address.<br><br>
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