‘My paying clients come first’



“The Sixth Amendment, or Amendment VI of the United States Constitution is the section of the Bill of Rights that guarantees a citizen a speedy trial, a fair jury, an attorney if the accused person wants one, and the chance to confront the witnesses who is accusing the defendant of a crime, meaning he or she can see who is making accusations.”

First 100 Days


First and foremost, let us thank the most high God for his countless blessings. In my first 100 days I been on a tour of 4 counties, 4 jails: Durham, Wake, Alamance, Orange. One might say I took my show on the road. Every jail and court system has been eye-opening and challenging, but the most disturbing thing that I see in all of them are the presence of racism. Believe me it is alive and breathing and in some cases it’s hidden very well.

Durham County Jail and court system is really sad, and Wake and Alamance are not far behind. But Orange seems to have a good idea of how things go. Pre-trial release is real over here. They really give you a fair shake. Never have I seen people being released at first appearance and court dates here at OCJ.

Now having been to Alamance County Jail on this tour, it’s really sad also. When you enter the pod there is no hope to look forward to, no court dates, no attorney visit, your people have to come visit you on a TV screen. No wins in the court room, food is like Aramark, dinner is served at 7:00pm cold!!

Wake County Jail is in the capitol city of this great state of NC. There they threaten you with the habitual felony or misdemeanor offenses to make you take a plea, so they get their conviction numbers up. Everything is politics.😦

Orange County Jail is very bearable. It puts you in the mind of the jail. They have on the Andy Griffin Show. You have your regulars to come in and dry out to be right back out the door. I have found it hard to get paper to write letters. You have COs here that care and ones that don’t care. So you have to pick your battles. And the food is real oatmeal with sugar, grits with butter, fried fish, FF with tarter sauce, beef tips and rice, fried chicken every Wednesday. The only down side is on the weekend last meal is 2 cold cut sandwiches, apple, carrots.

So to all my brothers and sisters in the struggle, I request of you to fall on your knees and cry out to God. You will be victorious in all your battles and see how your outlook in all areas of your life will drastically change.

The obstacles that looked so huge can be conquered by the power of God.

Sidebar: Pray, keep hope, exercise your faith, and pray for others.

Shout out to my homegirl in 5-D

  1. Carlton, C. Carlton

This to shall pass!!!

Still in the struggle and solidarity,

Coy AKA Plastic

Keeping It a Ban!


Greetings brothers and sisters in the name most high God. Yes, the struggle is real. As I sit here in what seems to be a glass bowl where you have no privacy, nothing is concealed. There is a device in the top of the ceiling that’s always watching every movement, not to mention that every eye that is closed is not sleeping.

I will be the first to say that what I thought to be my best thinking put me into my present situation, in which I find myself fighting for my freedom again. And that’s freedoms with an ‘s’. I fight a few stumbling blocks and obstacles that have been very present in my life and that I’ve been struggling with. Some days are better than others, I must say. I have taken this time to really take my self-inventory and see what must change, because it starts with me and ends with me. I learn that me can be my biggest problem. When I look back and rewind the film back, it’s like a hurricane that comes through and you don’t know the full extent of the damage until the storm is over. So, 10 felonies and 9 misdemeanors and bond in $81,000 plus $4,000 cash. Some may say that’s not much, but it’s a lot if you don’t have it.

I was sitting in a cell in 3-B (DCJ) all alone fighting the withdrawals of mind-altering chemicals and not only to be spiritually bankrupt also. But God stepped in and sent an angel to minister to me. It was my pastor and we had an informal talk about the one lost sheep and forgiveness of one’s self. I left that visit and got on my knees and cried out to God for help from deep inside of myself. And I confessed my sins to God and asked him to show me the way. At that point I believe the change started in my heart, soul, mind and strength. It was like I was seeing myself through a true heart of repentance for a call for change. That night I was moved to 5-C pod. The brothers was having Bible study and prayer daily. It was something to do positive in a negative situation. Little did I know that the process of change was taking place. I was now getting into the solution on how to rebuild from that storm. Encouragement, repentance, faith, obedience, prayer, studying of God’s word, serving others, thankfulness, worship. The test comes daily in some form, but it is up to me to pass it or fail. And if I fail it, I’ll see the test again. I am learning not to lean toward my own understanding. I truly believe that God has placed people in my life along with the Holy Spirit to lend me and guide in truth and deed. At this point I need all the direction to learn how to live life on life’s terms. I want better for myself as a father, grandfather, brother, neighbor, friend.

My hope and sincerest desire is to be the man that God will have me to be.

Sidebar: Once a cucumber becomes a pickle, it can never be a cucumber again!

Still in the struggle,

Coy AKA Plastic

[inmate at Orange County Jail]

“they see killing us as just another brother on the street they don’t have to deal with” – notes on the police murder of Frank Clark

Durham, NC – November 22, 2016 – On the night of November 22, several of us went to visit with Ashley Canady, an Inside-Outside Alliance community member who lives in McDougald Terrace, where, earlier that day, the police shot and killed Frank Clark, a father and neighbor in the community.  At the beginning of the meeting, I asked Ashley if I could take notes on our conversation, and she said yes.  At the end of the meeting, I asked if I could share my notes, and if it was alright to use her name, and, again, she said yes.  Here’s what I wrote down, edited only for grammar and syntax.  Where I took down a verbatim quote from Ashley, I have left it exactly as I wrote it, unedited.

Ashley was standing outside at around 12:25 or 12:30 today and heard gunshots and saw cops, who had been on patrol, rushing up the alley, as though “police done shot somebody.”

The three cops involved were officer Charles Barkley, a black male, Officer Clark (whose first name Ashley doesn’t know), a white male, and another officer, a black male, whose name she doesn’t know.  Nobody likes Officer Barkley, even in other communities where he patrols, and lots of people post on Facebook about how bad he is.  Even other officers don’t like him.  Half of the officers don’t want to work on the same shift as him.  “He’s a bully.  He bullies his own officers.”  He’s been on the force since his teens and is a year away from retiring.  He has been harassing people for years, including Frank.  Frank was known known to be anti-cop, and made a lot of anti-cop posts on Facebook.

Witnesses Ashley talked to after the fact say that Frank reached for his waistband because he was trying to run, not because he had a gun.  He did not have a gun, they said.  Officer Barkley does a lot of raids and confiscates guns, many of which he keeps, so the gun the cops say they found could have come from a raid; it didn’t necessarily belong to Frank.  The police fired eight times.  Two shots rang out first, which easily could have killed or at least taken Frank down.  Then all three cops shot six more times.  “I know he was dead after the first two shots,” said Ashley.  “Why eight?  That was an execution.”  They shot Frank in the head and the chest.

The image of the McDougald Terrace community is also important to this: “Because we’re a public community, they see us as ghetto and ignorant.  Anything positive I do out here, there’s no media.   But when he got shot, every news station is out here all the way to Charlotte.”  Also important is a lack of political action: “Y’all can come to these little vigils when people get killed, but you can’t come to a rally to take back your community?”

When the ambulance came after the shooting, it drove around the community like it was lost.  Then, when it got to the scene, they took care of the officer before they tried to help Frank, even though the police admit that the officer was not shot.  The police came out in riot gear and SWAT after the shooting.  “The police were telling the family to leave and go home” with the body still on the ground.  “They don’t care about us out here,” said Ashley, “so they see killing us as just another brother on the street they don’t have to deal with….They love to pull their guns out here….I think they get a thrill out of seeing people scared of them.”

So far, no churches or grief counselors or nonprofits have come to the neighborhood.  I asked Ashley if she could wave a magic wand and make a church appear and do something, what would that something be.  She answered, “Check on these kids.  Check on the families.  Pray with people and ask them what they need.”  Bull City Outreach Ministries usually comes to murder scenes, but they haven’t been out at McDougald Terrace – because they work with the cops.  “My biggest fear is, ‘what if there were kids out there?’  200 kids watched Kevin Bowling get killed, and no grief counselors came out.  They say nobody called them.  Well, sometimes you can’t wait on someone to tell you; sometimes you’ve got to park up here and say ‘are you okay?’”  Ashley’s daughter “has always thought that police just kill black people.  And today doesn’t show her any different.  And I can’t tell her any different.”

Ashley is organizing a community meeting tomorrow at 1:00 to discuss what happened.  “I’ve never seen a community so quiet,” she said.  “We’re trying not to get the community to side with the police or not to side with the police, but to find out what happened.”  Ashley is worried that “it’s about to get bad for us out here with the police.  The police harassment, the racial profiling, it’s about to get real bad.”  “I don’t think we’re ever going to know the truth because it happened in McDougald.”  “Here somebody is wondering how they’re going to bury their child on Thanksgiving.”

Those are my notes on the conversation.  In closing I will highlight, as another comrade reminded me today, that it has been three years and three days since the DPD murdered 17-year-old Chuy Huerta, and three years to the day since the first community march demanding answers about his death.  Here is a link to a memorial post for him and for Matthew McCain, the father of Ashley’s child, who was murdered by the Durham County Sheriff’s Department while he was being detained in the Durham County Jail.  Let us never forget that the police exist for the express purpose of killing and terrorizing people, especially poor black and brown people.  Let us never fool ourselves into believing that “community policing” or “police-community dialogues” will change this.  Lynching is not just something that cops do.  It is what they are there for.  No Justice, No Peace!  Abolish the Police!