Probably one of the most contradicting topic in America. I have watched a whole lot of death row documentaries, also I’ve read a good bit about it. The reason I say it’s contradicting, is because I can’t say I support it, but I can’t say I’m against it neither. I’m on the fence about whether it should be used as a method of punishment or not. Murder is wrong, obviously, so I do feel like there should be some extreme punishment for taking another life. But, as a christian, I don’t believe it is the government’s place to play God and decide when someone should die, and then kill them. Yes, I know they murdered someone, but they should have to answer for that. What makes the state any better to kill them just because the law says its okay? Murder is murder, and either way it is wrong. It should be up to God when it’s someone’s time to go, and if an individual made that decision on another person, they will answer to God for that themselves. But at the same time, murderers obviously should not ever be set free, and in the state of Alabama the average cost of housing is $14,780 per inmate per year. Why should tax payers have to pay to house someone that we know should never get out of prison? Of course, if the system didn’t incarcerate non violent offenders for lengthy sentences we might have the extra tax money to house the death row inmates vs killing them. It costs thousands of dollars just to purchase the drugs for lethal injection. Also, on death row inmates get a final meal, did their victims get to request a final meal? And how many people have been executed then later proved they were innocent? All I’m saying is, the death penalty does prevent prisons from over populating, but in order to execute they should have to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that this person is guilty of the crime, DNA, surveillance video, recorded conversation, confession etc. And also, make sure beyond a reasonable doubt that the person was not suffering from a mental illness at the time of the crime. I am not for or against the death penalty, but I am against executing innocent or mentally ill people.
She needs time, like we all do
Time to be ok with being ok
Because sometimes feeling right, after feeling wrong for so long
It’s the hardest thing to get used to– JM Storm
Okay, there’s a lot of reasons why I love football actually. But let’s talk about how much I love when Auburn pulls off something nobody saw coming, and makes football history. The Iron Bowl (Alabama vs Auburn) is one of the biggest college football rivalries in the country. In 2013, we’re down to the last second of the game. Alabama is about to kick a field goal to tie the game sending us in to overtime. Every Alabama and Auburn fan are a nervous wreck. Then the unthinkable happens… Literally with 1 second on the clock, Alabama misses the field goal. Auburn’s Chris Davis catches the ball, runs it 109 yards all the back to score and win the game. IN ONE SECOND. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it myself. Best game winning play in football history, hands down. I still to this day get chills watching this video.
War Damn Eagle
If you don’t know what show to binge next on Netflix, and you’ve never seen this one, I HIGHLY recommend. Probably one of the best shows I have ever watched. I am not very good at explaining plots, but I will try my best. So, 97 years ago a nuclear explosion wiped out the earth’s population, and makes the planet un-survivable for humans, the only survivors left of the human kind are the space stations who were not on earth at the time of the explosion. All of the space stations combine to make “The Arc” to have more resources of surviving in space. So, the show actually takes place way in the future. The Arc is running out of oxygen. So they have to come to a solution, or everyone will die. They decide to send 100 of their juvenile prisoners to earth to see if it is survivable for humans, so everyone on The Arc can come down. The show follows the 100’s arrival to earth and how they survive on their own on a planet that’s been extinct for almost a century. (Atleast they thought it was extinct) I don’t wanna give away too many details, but trust me, it is well worth the watch.
I always thought there was something romantic about fighting for someone
But as I sit here with stones in my chest
I realize there is nothing lovely about having to continuously try to convince someone to love you– S.L
I was a dancer and a cheerleader growing up, so still to this day I love watching dance videos. Hip hop was always my favorite, but I also liked lyrical, jazz, cheer, and tumbling. Just like I have favorite music artists, I have favorite dancers too. One of them, Twitch from So You Think You Can Dance. So I thought I’d share one of my favorite dances with Twitch, hope yall enjoy 🙂
What is Doctor Assisted Suicide?
A doctor assisted suicide is when doctors help patients, who are terminally ill, end their lives on their own time, in a peaceful manner. So this would only apply to people who are already dying of cancer, heart disease, organ failure, etc.
My Personal Opinion
There are so many different views and opinions on this topic. In my opinion, doctor assisted suicides should be legal in the United States for terminally ill patients. These people are already dying, and most of the time these diseases cause slow, painful deaths. With doctor assisted suicides you do not feel any pain, and you get to choose when you’re ready to go. Why let people suffer longer than they have to, if they don’t want to? Only 7 states in the U.S allow doctor’s assistance in choosing to die, but you have to go through so many different steps before it is approved. But, don’t get the two confused. There is a huge difference in doctor assisted suicides and suicides. People taking their own lives is a tragic event that happens way too often these days, mostly because of mental disease, or depression. These are both real issues that can be helped if the warning signs are noticed. But terminally ill people with cancer, or any other terminal disease, these can not be cured. Dying is inevitable, and the individual person should be allowed to legally choose when they do not want to suffer any longer and get to go in peace. I know if I were diagnosed with a terminal disease, I would want the right to decide if I die slow and painful, or quickly on my own terms.
Below is the official trailer of a show I watched about doctor assisted suicides. I have also posted the link to watch the show on Hulu. It is worth the watch, and might make you understand more about what doctor assisted suicide is, and how it can benefit society.
We love, because he first loved us– 1 John 4:19
Happy Valentines Day!
Find what you love and let it kill you– Harley Quinn
My Daddy, Timothy Wayne Seabury
My dad is the kindest, down to earth soul you could ever meet. He loves playing guitar, and racing. He made a career out of welding. But he became an addict starting when I was about 5 years old. He was in and out the system most of my life. But we still remained close and he was still my best friend. This is something personal to me, but also something that made a huge impact on my life, because it involved someone who means so much to me. And someone our Criminal Justice system failed.
I am not here to convince anyone of his innocence, I know he broke the law. And he deserved to be punished. But he was given a sentence he did not deserve and did not fit the crime. This is our story.
It was June 2011, so I was 14 at the time. My dad was in an Alabama state prison serving a sentence for violating drug court. He was due to be Released in August. Until the federal marshals picked him up and told him he was going on trial in federal court for a crack/cocaine possession charge from July 2007. 454 grams of crack cocaine to be exact. Let me tell you, a federal courtroom is pretty scary to a 14 year old. He was offered a plea of 25 years if he named names of other people involved in these sort of crimes. If he did not take the deal, and was found guilty in court, he would receive a mandatory minimum sentence of life in federal prison. He refused to be a snitch, so we went to trial. Trial was scary. I seen my dad in shackles for the first time. 8 years later I still can’t get that out of my head. Long story short, after 3 days of trial, he was found guilty and was held pending sentencing.
We knew if he was found guilty at trial he would be given a mandatory life sentence. But, at the time I honestly did not believe they could give someone life in prison, without parole, for non-violent drug crimes. I remember thinking he was going to go away for a long time, but I couldn’t have even imagined what we were about to go through. November 18, 2019, I’m now 15, but that federal court room is still the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. But I felt confident going in there that everything was going to be okay. Until I walked in and saw my dad, sitting there, the look on his face was something I’d never seen on him before, worry, fear, regret, shame.. He looked at me and just shook his head. The judge said in front of a courtroom full of people that he wished it were different, but the law requires the only sentence he could give was life in prison without parole. While the federal marshals escorted my dad out of the courtroom, I didn’t know if that was the last time I’d ever see him or not. I felt like I had weights tied around my ankles and I was underwater, because I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move.
Accepting Life Sentence
The day after sentencing, we went to the jail my dad was being held at to visit. We didn’t know how much time we had until they shipped him off to federal prison, God knows how far across the country. I was terrified walking in that jail, I had been there to visit a bunch of times, but this time was different. He wasn’t coming home with me, ever. As I walked in the visiting room, I saw the man I expected to see at sentencing, a man smiling, bright faced, eyes shining. And then I got really mad, like really mad. How could he be smiling right now? He was given life in prison just yesterday. He was never coming home, he would never walk me down the isle, my future children would have to visit their grandfather in prison. And just as I started to say everything I was feeling, he looked at me, and said, “No matter what it takes, I will never give up. I will fight to come home to you, I will not let this kill me, I will not die in prison. I smiled, but I didn’t believe him. I knew that it was time to accept this for what it is, and realize he was never coming home. Accepting it was only the start of the hard part.
USP Pollock, Louisiana
It wasn’t very long before he was put on a plane and sent to Pollock, Louisiana, 8 hours away from home. USP Pollock is a maximum security federal prison, it is the 2nd most violent prison in the United States. I started making that 8 hour trip every 3 months to visit. I needed him to know I was still there for him, and they he wasn’t alone. Through the years more and more people stopped asking about him, he received less and less letters, he wasn’t mentioned at family events. Almost like he never existed. But he did exist, he was still my dad. It was hard. The prison went into lockdown all the time, because inmates were killing other inmates and guards, so I wouldn’t get to talk to him for weeks, sometimes months. I was scared each and everyday he was in that place. What if he gets killed? What if he’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Visiting became harder each time I went. I always kept myself together and reminded myself to stay strong for him, “Don’t let him see you cry, he needs you to be strong so he can be” and the hardest thing to do is fight back tears while hugging your father goodbye not knowing if that would be the last time or not. But I kept my composure, until they closed that steel metal door behind him. I would be depressed for days after visits. I started having nightmares. I didn’t want to be strong anymore, I was only 15, I just wanted to end it all.
Finally, one day I realized I feeling sorry for myself wasn’t helping or getting us anywhere. I had to do somethings, I had to atleast try, I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he spent the rest of his life in prison while I didn’t even try to do anything about it. But what could I do? I was only 16. I didn’t even know where to start. But, I started doing research, on anything and everything to do with the federal system. Mandatory minimum sentencing, War on Drugs law, federal drug laws, I researched for hours at a time looking for any kind of loop hole in the system. Nothing. I was hopeless, but I didn’t give up. For years I spent all the free time I had researching, waiting for new laws to be passed, but still nothing. I was starting to think, again, that he would never come home again, and there wasn’t anything that I could do about it.
We still weren’t giving up. We were never going to stop looking for a way to reduce his sentence, we would take anything but life. We just needed to find someway somehow to get the life sentence off of him, then we could figure out the rest later. But, we had no options. Until, one day I get a phone call from my dad, just like every other day he wasn’t on lock down, he told me President Barack Obama was starting The Clemency Project, a program for non-violent drug offenders in federal prison serving lengthy sentences. At the time, we did not know much about it, but he wanted me to look into it and do some research. My dad was a perfect candidate, no violent history, no disciplinary on his report, serving an unfair sentence for a non-violent drug crime. So we started the process, he filled out the application, wrote his statement, collected all of his certificates he earned by completing programs while in prison, and he mailed it to me. I got together his closest family members to write character witness letters on his behalf. Once I had all of this together, I then mailed it in. It was a lengthy process, first the application had to go to the United States Department of Justice office for review, to see if he met the guidelines for The Clemency Project. Then, it had to go to the White House, for Obama to make the final decision. Our problem, Obama only had a few months left in his final term as president, so we didn’t have any time to waste, this was what he waited for, prayed for, this was the only chance we had. So I met with a federal attorney in Mobile, and had her also mail in the application from her office, and then the Federal Defenders of the Southern District of Alabama also sent the application in electronically. I started petitions on sites like change.org and got hundreds of signatures supporting my dad to be released, I was doing anything I could to bring attention to his case, I would’ve done anything to bring him home. But at that time, all we really could do was wait. Every month the president would sign a few hundred petitions at a time, every month I would wait and wait for the new list of clemency recipients to be published. And, month after month, his name was not on those lists. We were running out of time.
Beating a Life Sentence
Now, we were officially out of time. It was Monday, January 16, 2017. The last week of President Obama’s term, and he was due to release the names of clemency recipients for his last and final month. All day long, I refreshed and refreshed, and refreshed, waiting on the list… nothing. Same thing for Tuesday, nothing. The past couple months leading to that was hell, I could barely eat, the nightmares got worse. I had the same nightmare over and over again, I was visiting my dad, like I did every 3 months, except in my dream, when I walked into the prison visiting room I couldn’t find him. I looked all over the room and did not see him anywhere. Then, I hear my name, and when I look it’s an old man sitting down smiling, grey haired, wrinkled skin, I don’t recognize this man so I walk closer to see how he knows my name, and I see he has my dad’s smile, my dad’s eyes, this old man is my dad. I would wake up sweating, gasping for breath, because that was my biggest fear all along, was that my dad would grow old, and then someday die, behind bars. So Obama’s final week of office was a nervous meltdown for me. Finally, Wednesday, January 18, the clemency list is released. I scrolled through what seemed like thousands of names, no Timothy Seabury. I felt so defeated, it was over, my dad was going to die in prison. That moment was the only time I’d ever been relieved that the prison was in lock down, because I didn’t think I could bare having to tell my dad it was over, I failed him, I let him down. I spent the rest of the day just like I had the day he was sentenced. Sad, confused, scared. But for some reason I decided to check the internet for updates on The Clemency Project. The White House had released a statement that Obama was doing one more round of clemencies the next day. All of a sudden, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time, hope. It was strange, but for some reason I was no longer nervous, or worried, I slept fine that night. The next day, Thursday, January 19, 2017, Obama’s final day as President of the United States, I woke up like any other day and went on about my day. My aunt was actually at my house visiting for a few days so and I went to Walmart to get groceries and other stuff we needed. I didn’t sit at home on my computer refreshing every five minutes waiting on that list, I actually didn’t think about it at all. It really was strange. So my aunt and I had just gotten back home and were in the kitchen putting up groceries when I heard my phone ringing, when I grabbed it out of my purse I saw it was one of my dad’s lawyers calling, my stomach dropped to my knees. I walked outside and answered the call. I was shaking so bad I could barely hold the phone. She told me she had just gotten off the phone with the pardon of attorney’s office, President signed and approved my dad’s petition for clemency that morning. It’s like I lost all feeling in my body because I immediately fell to the ground in tears, I couldn’t even speak to her other than to thank her. I have never felt joy like that in my life. I ran inside and just hollered out “He Got It!” and my aunt and grandmother already knew what I was talking about. They both ran to me and hugged me and we all sat in the hallway floor for a good 10 minutes just crying, in tears of joy, accomplishment, and relief. The strongest person I ever knew is my daddy. I had finally heard the words I was waiting on for so long, and I could finally say them out loud, my daddy’s coming home.
Conclusion: Release Date – July 9, 2026.
January 19, 2017 was the best day of my entire life. The only thing that could’ve made that day any better was if I could have talked to my dad. The prison was still on lockdown so I know he couldn’t call, so his lawyer told me she would call to inform him. A few weeks later, he was transferred out of that maximum security prison to a low security in Yazoo City, Mississippi. Which makes him now only 4 hours from home. Once he got there, he was finally able to call, and he was just as excited and jolly as I was. That’s all we could talk about was how all the hard work and stress payed off. It took him some time to adjust to living in a low security after living in a maximum for so many years, but once he did he’s been happy ever since. Now it is February 2019, he is still in Yazoo City. But, he is happy. He in in a band, and the prison holds family days for Christmas and Father’s Day where the bands get to play their music at visitation. I got to hear my daddy play guitar for the first time in 8 years, and I’ve now seen him play twice. We are still working to get his time reduced so he can come home sooner, they just passed The First Step Act through congress, so it’s looking like that will help his case a good bit, his lawyers are working on it and we are patiently waiting. But either way, I will not complain. After what we have been through how could I? Even though he still has 7 years left, I am okay with that. I have to be, because I know now, my daddy will not die in prison. We beat a life sentence. He’s almost home. I know now that he was right all along, he did not let this kill him, and I did not let it kill me.
I get asked a lot how I was able to stay so strong through it all. Truth is, I wasn’t, I was falling apart. I just hid it very fell. I had to, I was the reason he was fighting was so hard, I had to put on a brave face for him. I couldn’t tell him about the nightmares, about crying my eyes out after every visitation, or how I spent hours and months stressing on the internet researching studying his case. If he knew, he would’ve been sad, he would’ve been hurt. He had to stay strong. He needed to think I was okay, so he wouldn’t get discouraged. He’s the one that had to live in that awful place, and fight for his life every single day. I did what I had to do, and fought back my own emotions so that he would keep his head held high. That’s the truth. He was the strong one, the brave one, I just kept him motivated. He fought for me, so I had to fight for him the only way I knew how.