Fonny(Alonzo Hunt)Entry 1–3
I saw the world as the malicious place it truly was, but Tish was so optimistic about everything which made her blind to the evilness that it held. As a negro, I had to be cautious and keep my head up. But even though I did, I was still convicted of something I know damn well I ain't do. After hearing about the lady that accused me of rape escaping to Puerto Rico, I began to lose hope. I felt this prison slowly draining my soul and courage. Without Tish and her family's help, I know for sure I would have been stuck in this cage till the angel of death gave me a visit.
My life isn’t the same no more, being in prison and all. When Tish told me, we were having a baby, everything seemed better and I could not explain how excited I was. As a father, my goal is to make sure my child never ends up in my position. This cruel world ain't a place to raise a negro baby, but what else can I do? Lately, I’ve noticed, this fuking lawyer clearly doesn’t give a shit about me. He’s stealing Tish’s money right under her nose and doesn’t even bother to pressure the D.A in any way. Them racist cops and the D.A had it all planned out since the day they arrested me. I knew they just wanted a negro to convict for the crime, no matter if I wasn’t guilty. My life has become a ride-along and I’m just in the passenger seat wondering if we’ll crash or make it through.
I wasn’t surprised when Tish told me about my mom’s reaction to the baby. I believed she meant every word she said, this child might be a sin to her but at the end of the day, it ain’t her kid. My dad was the only one who was happy for us, but he ain’t have to hit my mom, it ain’t right to hit a woman. I’ve lost the support of my family for the second time. First was when I went to prison, and now with my unborn child. It sucks to lose them but right now I’m more worried about how we’re going to take care of this kid, how soon I can get out and start over with Tish. She’s always been the love of my life and us having a family is everything I could ever ask for.
I remember once, my old friend Daniel came over for dinner. He told us he just got out from a two-year sentence for a crime he ain’t commit. Daniel was caught with weed and instead was charged with stealing a car, he even told us that he doesn’t even know how to drive. The pain in his eyes showed the amount of suffering he went through, losing his freedom from a crime he had no part of, took a great toll on him. I wanted to be there for him, I held him and listened for days since he came over every night. All while, I could only think of how unfair everything was for us negros, even when we hoped for change we always expected the least. Our society is controlled by whites, who despise us, so we try to keep our heads down and go about our days. But if I told you that worked, Daniel wouldn’t have been forced to give up two years of his life and I would still be in Tish’s arms.
I know it’s been hard for Tish to handle a job and having our baby, I just wish I could help her or be there so she could just stay home and worry about her health. I’m glad that she stopped working, all she needs to worry about is getting this baby here for us. I couldn’t believe Hayward really found the woman, but I wondered who would go talk to her. I later found out that it would be Mrs.Rivers, which is a fine idea since she’s a mother and a woman. She knows I ain’t do the deed and I hope she’s able to convince the woman to look at me on more time before making a decision. I feel for the lady though because I know she was raped but I know with everything in me that I wasn’t the one who did it. I was just another nigga caught up in the wrong situation.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for that racist ass cop, I wouldn’t be in this position. He was the one who said he saw me running from the crime scene. Bell was his name, he had it out for me since that day at the market with Tish. She was buying some tomatoes at the market, so I went to get a cigarette across the street. But when I came back I saw this white boy harassing my girl, I couldn’t and I wouldn’t let that slide. I ended up beating his ass and Bell came up asking questions. Tish would not stop talking and just stood there between me and the cop. I was mad she was trying to protect me, it was my job to protect her. Bell wanted to take me to the station to charge me for assault and battery even though Tish told him what happened. Before he could, the owner ended up speaking up for us and even said she would be a witness. That day Bell set out for his revenge after being embarrassed by the owner in front of all the customers. He was mad he couldn’t put another negro in jail, but he’s white so he was gonna get his way one way or another.