PRISONER EXPRESS

My European culture is my passion. I am culturally aware of my identity in all of its spiritual, mental, and physical manifestations. I honor my people wholeheartedly.

From the creative genius of Michelangelo, poetic skills of Shakespeare, god-like talent of Beethoven, to the courage of my Viking ancestors, American Revolutionary soldiers and British sailors who pioneered the seven seas, I praise the outstanding virtues and legacies of my people whose accomplishments in science, technology, agriculture, sports, architecture, engineering and medicine, arts and music fill so many volumes of books and literature worldwide. Only a minute amount can be mentioned within this article. I honor all classes of my folk, from the blue-collar to the white-collar.

I honor all our nations that serve as beacons to the path development and civilization even though, on an international scale, we are and always will be a minority.

Modern civilization was developed through much of my people's blood, brains, sweat and tears. My race is owed credit for the many creative ages, from the medieval, middle, and renaissance ages to the industrial and contemporary technological ages. We have our faults, yet the good out weighs the bad.

From Cajuns to Canadians, Icelanders to Serbians, Spaniards, Italians and my very own Scots-Irish, my European people are culturally diverse. We are a rich make-up of Slavic, Latin, Celtic, and Germanic bloodlines, languages, cuisine, arts, music, literature, and customs.

America, in particular, was founded and built primarily by British people. British folk are the English, Scottish, Scots-Irish and Welsh that originate from British Isles. American language, law, customs, culture, and heritage stems almost entirely from Britain. Most, if not all white prisoners in TDCJ are of British heritage, yet not enough are aware of their own profile.

Sadly, too few are brave enough to exhibit pride in this dynamic lineage, and society in general discourages such expressions.

I especially honor the women of my race, their near-divine beauty, talents and virtues. I salute the mothers, grandmothers, sisters, aunts and daughters who give men life inspiration, love and compassion.

Foremost, however, are our children. My daughter is an extension of myself. Through her I live again. Her every actions brings absolute joy to me and every action is made with her future and our people in mind.

The characteristics of a race, in every race, reside in it heredity and culture. This is the diversity of man kind that must not be disrupted through state-sponsored "multiculturalism." Their intentions are good, but the methods are all wrong.

My pride in my race is benevolent. I have love for my folk and nation. I am connected by blood, language, customs, opinion, tradition, and spirit. If this division, then it is only so by natures hand.

Many conflicts have occurred between my race and other races. This is only natural. Yet I am sure others have benefited for more from my people than they have suffered and that bond should be sufficient to earn their respect, recognition and gratitude.

Each day I look into the mirror and see one man, yet a product of two -- my mother and father. Their physical, mental, and spiritual traits whisper to me as do my grandparents traits and countless generations of Europeans -- Americans and ancient Europeans that make up my lineage and genealogy.

At that instant of awareness, a surge of pride, love, and passion is manifested in my heart, mind, and soul.