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Redefining Resilience: The Greg Brown Story



By Greg Brown



Good morning, America! I have been asked to tell everybody out there who this Greg Brown is. I'm not really sure where I should start, so I guess I'll just start right here ...





I was born and mostly grew-up in Phoenix, Arizona, in a family-owned and operated business, with both parents. I went to a public school from the 1st grade to the 3rd grade, then to a private (catholic) school from the 3rd to the 6th grade, then back to public schools again from the 7th grade on into college.


Our public grade schools were 99.9% black, with all black teachers. High school was between 80% and 90% black. There was NOBODY going around telling us we'll never amount to anything.


I grew-up in a Baptist church family. I didn't like people telling me what to read and what not to read and then not being able to answer my questions. My biggest question was always, why can't we live a thousand years like people used to live in the old days? I ended up leaving church in search of answers, and I found some. Now, I don't age quite the same way as other people. Chronologically, I am over 50. But physically and functionally I'm about 35. Yea, yea, I already know, everybody will have a problem with this. Oh well, I say get over it. Please do not come at me like I'm some old man! I hate that! You might find I'm younger than you!


I consider myself to be a decent human being. I always wanted to help people and "do the right thing." Growing up, my friends and I wanted to find a good woman, get married, have children, and raise them well, and to provide for our family. Me and all of my friends believed women should not have to work, but only work if they really wanted to because they're bored, want to get out the house, feel ambitious about life, or whatever.


I was a jet mechanic in the U.S. Air Force. Married and divorced. Worked as an Electronics Technician. I was an Employment Counselor. I studied Electronics Engineering.


During my mid-juvenile and early adult years I lived in the Oakland, California Bay Area. I never did any hard drugs, never sold drugs, and was never into gangs or into human trafficking.


I became spiritually awakened when I was 21. No, I am not religious. I'm into life. I like studying and learning new things, always into growth and development. I once picked up a hitchhiker and drove him all the way to his house. The next day I found his wallet in my back seat (full of money), and I took it to him. He said he thought I was an angel.


I told him, "I am normal. People who run away with your money are the ones who are not normal." I just thought it was odd and kinda sad that, in this day and time, if you do something decent then that means you must be an angel. When I came to prison (the circumstances of my coming to prison are described in some of my other writings) I encountered sick prison guards, and I wondered what the hell is wrong with these people? It took me a while, but I figured it out. A small percentage of them are decent people who hate working here. The most decent guards get passed over with promotions. The worst and most corrupt guards get promoted and end up running the prison system!


People who grew up going around torturing dogs or other animals, setting cats on fire, feeding Alka-Seltzer to birds, and watching them explode, people who got bullied every day in school, when they get a prison job, it's like their life's calling! It's becoming their dream job because now they get paid to go around doing sick and depraved things to prisoners, thinking they're getting back at the people who took their school lunch money. They get away with harassing it because they lie and cover up for each other, the same way they do out there in free society. Only it's worse in prison because we can't have our own cameras and recorders here.


They are mostly racist at Walla Walla. This is where I first started doing my time. They saw me as a smart nigger who needs to be put in his place. We have been fighting ever since.


I figured out what is wrong with the prison system, and I figured out how to fix it, just like I had to figure out what was wrong with jet fighters in the Air Force and how to fix them. The tax-paying citizens allow way too much money to go to the prison system just to pay these sick and depraved guards to live out their sick fantasies! Hundreds of billions of dollars are being wasted! This is a large part of the reason why there are so many people living on the streets out there! We have to take this money back from the prison system and start putting it back into helping people and improving society.


I know exactly how to do this, and I can fully explain it step-by-step to anyone who will listen. So far, I have not gotten the help that I've needed. So, ... anyways, .. that is who this Greg Brown is:


Greg Brown #281829

Washington State Penitentiary

1313 North 13th Avenue Walla Walla, WA 99362