

The title is slightly ironic, since not only am I not in any kind of prison (especially not a California state prison, considering I have never been to the state of California), but I am actually on vacation this week.
Yesterday (Tuesday) I rode my scooter to Port Royal and walked around. I eventually went to the library at Port Royal and decided to see what books they had. I had looked around, leafed through a book on four-stroke motorcycle engines, and was about to stop browsing and head back to the scooter, when I saw a small book with the title "Soul on Ice - Eldridge Cleaver" on the front cover.
I decided I would read even a small part of this legendary book and so I picked it up and began reading. After a paragraph or two of the introduction (by someone else), I flipped forward to the first chapter to read what Cleaver had to say. It was titled "On Beginnings", and what a beginning it was. It described his imprisonment for marijuana possession, it described the events leading to his decision to become a rapist, and it described his decision, following his rape conviction, to start writing.
The chapter ended with a single sentence in its own paragraph. It was one of the most profound statements I had read in a long time, and I shall end this entry with it:
"The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less." - from Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver
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