Jack L. Morris - C-06409
Address: PO BOX 7500 D7-217
DOB: June 27, 1959
Marital/Family Status: Single, no children
Prison Status: 15 years to Life (2nd degree murder)
Years Incarcerated: Thirty (30) years
Education: High School Graduate; College Educated; Paralegal,; Peer Counseling; G.E.D.; Autodidactic
Hobbies & Interests Reading; Drawing; Music; Chess; Physical Fitness; Writing Poetry, Human and Animal Rights; Environment; Family and Education; P.R.O.T.E.C.T., Roots and Shoots, The Jane Goodall Institute

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Humans For Oil 1st Amendment

Gabriel Reyes
Doug White
Jack Morris
Robert Montenegro
Robert Stockton
Gabriel Ramirez
Martin Villa
William Castro
Robert Amezcua

Personal Statement
At a very young age I fell behind in school. How this happened I can’t exactly recall; nor am I able to determine if I was at fault. What I do know is that I always seemed to be lagging behind everyone else in my class. Understanding the work being taught by my teachers, for me, was hard.

Whenever a test was given I knew beforehand I would fail. As a result my self-esteem suffered. I believed I was simply incapable of learning – I was dumb! Racked with embarrassment for being a simpleton, and void of any self-esteem, I sought affirmation and recognition though disruption.

Could I contribute my entire path in life on my inability to comprehend academically? No, but it was a very large and significant part of it.

I sought attention by acting up in an attempt to cover up my lack of knowledge. This acting up would lead to my first run-in with the law. I broke a car window for no other reason than to get attention from a homie. Over the years I would violate so many laws it would become impossible to count them all. The overwhelming majority of them were committed because I was always trying to impress someone else. The rest were committed because I was too high to know what I was doing.

I took up getting high, drinking, and smoking cigarettes and weed, all to be part of the crowd. I would go in and out of Juvenile Hall until one night, high on beer and weed, I would assault a husband and wife with a tire iron, almost killing the husband…that was it; that sent me to the California Youth Authority at the Youth Training School for two years. I had just turned sixteen (16) and I still couldn’t read, write or do math; and the youth training school wasn’t a place where you learn your ABC’s.

Released two years later and out less then six months, getting high on weed and wine, it would lead to me being charged with murder. Within months I was sentenced to life in prison…life meant forever!

No more freedom of choice. No more parties, girls, cars, parks or anything else I carelessly took for granted; nothing, except a cell so small that I couldn’t stretch my arms out in it.
A cell I would share with other murderers. We would eat, sleep, wash, and use the toilet every day, week, and year together while the others watched. No privacy and no freedom to ever do anything, ever again, without a gun being pointed at me and some one wanting to attack me.
I now live at Pelican Bay State Prison; 25 years in isolation (or the hole) and 30 years later I’m still living in a cell, only now I’m locked down 23 hours a day by myself. I’m stripped of everything; I’m not allowed any contact with other human beings. Many of my family members have died and I’m denied the ability to be there. I haven’t physically touched another person in 20 years! I haven’t seen a star in the sky, the sun shine or stepped on a blade of grass in two decades.

At Pelican Bay we’re denied everything; even the air I breathe is pumped into my cell from a vent cut into the thick concrete and steel walls of the cage I’m forced to exist in.
Now I sit in my cell and study by myself wishing I could be back in school learning.
I ask myself almost every day, in my mind, how could I have so foolishly disregarded the rare and magnificent gift of knowledge being offered to me by someone whose only wish was to teach me so I could have the tools to be a better person.

I consider my false pride and how I was incapable of saying “I don’t understand, please explain again.” And, I tell myself, violence has always been a terrible mistake to compensate for my lack of education.

I’m now smart enough to know that violence is no substitute for education, and I genuinely believe that the future of humanity will be shaped by the compassion, direction and education of our youth.

We have to stop looking for what’s different about us, but instead, what we have in common.

Mission Statement:
P.R.O.T.E.C.T is a group of life prisoners attempting to affect change and make contributions to disadvantaged youth at risk.

The P.R.O.T.E.C.T. group is consisted of members of the Jane Goodall Institute’s Roots & Shoots Program. The P.R.O.T.E.C.T. members are incarcerated at the nations most secure prison, within the security housing unit (S.H.U.). We have generated art which was sold and the proceeds were donated to the JGI Roots & Shoots program to sponsor new groups in disadvantaged areas. We offer our experiences to youth counselors, groups and individuals as a unique tool to reach youth at risk.