The Randomness...
So... I finished my first letter to Mr. Allen Robertson, Jr., prisoner number 168025 on death row in Louisiana's State Prison in Angola, Louisiana. I'll be sending it out as soon as possible.
Now, I'm sure some of you are wondering why I am writing to some random death row inmate from Louisiana. Well, it all started with this damn play. I have these minor parts, but I'm there for most of the rehearsal. We're getting inside these people's heads, we're seeing both sides of the story. We're also reading the books by Sister Helen Prejean that tell her story with these kinds of men. It's left me torn about how I feel towards the death penalty and those on Death Row. It's just really odd, but a couple people from the cast have been inspired to write to these "dead" men. I'm one of them. Allen's been on the row for almost half of his life, 23 hours a day for the past 11 years in isolation. He doesn't get letters from anyone, and his family has abandoned him. I guess the message of the play has gotten to me a little... I dunno.
I know, random.
Now, I'm sure some of you are wondering why I am writing to some random death row inmate from Louisiana. Well, it all started with this damn play. I have these minor parts, but I'm there for most of the rehearsal. We're getting inside these people's heads, we're seeing both sides of the story. We're also reading the books by Sister Helen Prejean that tell her story with these kinds of men. It's left me torn about how I feel towards the death penalty and those on Death Row. It's just really odd, but a couple people from the cast have been inspired to write to these "dead" men. I'm one of them. Allen's been on the row for almost half of his life, 23 hours a day for the past 11 years in isolation. He doesn't get letters from anyone, and his family has abandoned him. I guess the message of the play has gotten to me a little... I dunno.
I know, random.