I saw Matt arrive a few months ago from another prison. He’s
a vet – Post 9/11 – and served two tours in Afghanistan on the Hindu-Kush
Range, the mountainous region dividing Afghanistan from Pakistan. I recognized
Matt when he walked in; he and I had been at the jail together. He sat there
awaiting sentencing – and DOC transfer – for bank robbery. He used a shotgun
and robbed two banks in the greater Richmond area of a little over $50,000.
“When I mustered out, I couldn’t find a decent job,” he told me back then. For
those two robberies Matt received 9 years each – two sentences to be run
“consecutively,” i.e. one after the other. Eighteen years, a PTSD rating, a
purple heart (shrapnel wound to the leg) … “Thank you for your service to your
country.”
When I
first met Matt he was very angry and bitter. He had enlisted after 9/11 to
defend his country. Then, he climbed to the ranks of Sargent and did multiple
deployments while people at home waved flags, put bumper stickers on new cars
that said “we support our troops” – yet less than 1% of the population had
anyone in uniform – and the country knew nothing of the places their sons and
daughters were sent to fight and die. They cared even less about the
ramifications of America’s political decisions being made which effected lives
of those troops. Benjamin Franklin said, “Patriotism is the last refuge to
which a scoundrel flees.” Old Ben understood modern America.
This
generation of vets – the post 9/11 young men and women – are no different than
the Vietnam vets. America talks a good game about service, but the political
consensus, the political will is “fuck them.” Harsh? Yes. But 9/11 vets have
higher PTSD rates, higher homelessness, unemployment, suicides, and
incarceration rates than other returning vets … and still no one seems to care.
Matt’s not
the bitter, angry young man he was when I met him in 2009. And he’s here to
take advantage of his VA education benefits, earn his degree and move on with
his life. Matt mellowed – prison will do that to you. You see how screwed up
this place is; you realize how much worse off others have it; and you find your
faith. For Matt, that was converting to Islam. For me, it was believing that
Sunday school song “Jesus loves me, yes I know …”
In the weeks
to come I’m going to profile Matt and the other vets. I want people to see
there is more to some of the felons in here than we might assume. There are
fourteen young men in here who served their country after 9/11. For eight of
them, they were in harm’s way, saw combat multiple times. Does that excuse
their crimes? No. But, there is more to the men in here than just their
criminal records.
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