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Cruel and Unusual

Teenager legs with jeans and sneakers dangling from a wall.

The Supreme Court recently agreed to hear arguments in their next term about a Tennessee law that restricts surgeries for transgender minors as well as other treatments like puberty blockers and hormones.

Am I missing something here? This should be the easiest decision in the history of the high court. A 9-0 slam dunk and an early lunch for the justices.

Tennesseeโ€™s Attorney General said the state wants to โ€œensure that potentially irreversible sex-transition procedures are not provided to young people who may not fully grasp the lifelong consequences and risks.โ€

It speaks volumes about the overall health of our nation that such a thing would require a law. Much less warrant a Supreme Court battle. My only question isโ€”Is eighteen even old enough to grasp the finality and magnitude of such a decision?

As someone who closely follows SCOTUS rulings in cases involving LWOP sentences (life without parole) for young offenders, Iโ€™ll concede that at the moment the legal answer is yes. But a growing amount of neuroscientific research and findings say otherwise. Many of these specialists have written amicus briefs for the court contending that the age at which the adolescent brain reaches maturity is actually closer to 25.

Most conservatives would agree that Justice Sotomayor is the most liberal justice on the court. I like her. Always have. And I usually agree with her. Check out what she has to say about the juvenile brain in her scathing dissent of Jones v. Mississippi, a case where the conservative majority ruled 6โ€“3 in upholding the life sentence of a fifteen-year-old.

โ€œ. . . First, as any parent knows and as scientific and sociological studies have confirmed, juveniles are less mature and less responsible than adults which often results in impetuous and ill-considered actions and decisions. Second, juveniles are more vulnerable and susceptible to negative influences and outside pressures and have less control over their own environment. Finally, the character of a juvenile is more transitory than that of an adult…โ€

These three signature hallmarks of youth are not merely the observations of the courtโ€™s most liberal justice in a fiery dissent. They are stare decisis. Established law. The landmark decision in Roper v. Simmons (2005) uses these same characteristics to outlaw the death penalty for minors. Graham v. Florida (2011) relies on them to ban life sentences for non-homicide juvenile offenders. Miller v. Alabama (2012) held that a mandatory life sentence for any juvenile defendant, regardless of the crime, is unconstitutional. In the courtโ€™s opinion, this violated 8th Amendment protections against cruel and unusual punishment.

I donโ€™t know about you, but itโ€™s hard for me to imagine anything more cruel and unusual than a doctor performing a double mastectomy on a confused teenage girl . . . A girl who may feel strongly about something today, only to have those feelings fade entirely by the next school year.

Againโ€”

  • Less maturity resulting in ill-considered actions and decisions
  • More vulnerability and susceptible to outside pressures
  • Character that is more transitory than that of an adult

A season of Hello Kitty turns to Roblox turns to varsity soccer. Blond hair and braces in middle school become a dyed black pixie cut and a nose ring in the eleventh grade. Kids go through multiple phases on the road to adulthood. They are works in progress constantly falling for the illusion that they are finished products.

Maybe this is an oversimplification of a more complex issue. I wonโ€™t pretend to know what itโ€™s like to be a teenager in 2024, with all the pressures of high school and social media. And I definitely donโ€™t know what it feels like to be convinced that the opposite sex is trapped in my body.

But I know exactly how it feels to be isolated . . . to feel anxious and awkward and dissatisfied with life, to seek an identity other than white boy Chris; be it musician, drug addict, armed robber, or Malcolm Ivey. I know how it feels to hurt. For years. And what it is like to eventually find peace. To reconcile inner with outer. No surgery required.

America has been failing her children for quite some time. Check out the massive carbon footprint weโ€™re leaving. The leaders we elect. The examples we set. I recently read a study that found that over thirty percent of adolescent girls have considered suicide in their short lives, a rate that rivaled that of combat veterans. This should not be. Not in the greatest country in the history of the world. Saving our kids is the most important issue on the docket these days.

There is no them. Only us.

โ€”July 10, 2024

Help Is on the Way

Image of Senator John Fetterman, rooftop with an Israeli flag.
John Fetterman, rooftop with an Israeli flag.

Iโ€™ll admit it. Iโ€™ve been having a slight existential crisis these last few months. Part of it is due to the fact that I spend most of my days locked in a cell listening to Fox News Radio. Not exactly easy listening for moderate Democrats. Of course, I flip over to NPR occasionally but hearing Terry Gross politely interview some lesbian poet just lacks the apocalyptic pyrotechnics of Jesse Kelly raving about the โ€œDemonic Left.โ€

Another contributing factor is the growing fatigue from arguing with my fellow prisoners that despite Trumpโ€™s First Step Act, despite his endless bemoaning the Justice Department and court system, despite his pardoning of Kodak and Weezy, and despite his own recent criminal convictions; a meandering and geriatric Biden is still the better choice for President, if only for the District, Appellate, and Supreme Court judges he will appoint.

If this sounds like a hard sell, you have no idea.

Recently I wrote about mental maps and how often we ignore incoming information simply because it runs counter to the story we are telling ourselves in our heads. For years, I have rejected the narrative that modern American conservatism has the market cornered when it comes to strength and masculinity. In the face of almost every other song on country music radio, every Clay Travis and Buck Sexton mention of โ€œliberal wimpiness,โ€ every cringe-inducing progressive squad soundbite from Capitol Hillโ€”I have stood firm.

But a few weeks ago, a couple back-to-back news stories forced me to pull my bald head from the proverbial sand. The first was about Trump getting a standing ovation at a Jersey UFC fight. The second was about an LGBTQ parade. These diametrically opposed headlines illustrate and underscore the gravitational force of the Republican Party on the American everyman, regardless of race.

In reality, true strength transcends party affiliation. Picture a soldier carrying a fallen comrade off the battlefield, a cop wading into danger to protect innocent lives, a dad pulling sixty-hour work weeks to support his family, a grandmother taking in the children of incarcerated and addicted parents . . . As I read back over these examples, it occurs to me that there is a parallel through-line running side by side with my understanding of strengthโ€”selflessness.

If you are one of the few remaining American male Democrats, and youโ€™re reading this, itโ€™s what drew us to the party, right? Human rights, civil rights, workersโ€™ rights, the elderly, the poor, the marginalized, the mentally ill, and for me at least, the prisoner. Stalwart souls who dedicate their lives to championing the rights of fellow struggling citizens are unbelievably strong. They are unsung American heroes. Badasses.

But again, perception trumps reality. And the current perception is that real men make their political home on the right. The party of God, guns, and country. The party of hard work and cold beer. While on the emasculated left, we have what? Transgender bathroom rights and Palestinian protests.

Recent polls show Trump leading in every battleground state and making significant inroads into long-held Democratic strongholds. Pundits will claim this is due to Bidenโ€™s incoherent debate performance, and the party appears to be on the verge of a palace coup to unseat him as the 2024 presidential nominee. But while a quarterback change this late in the fourth might be enough to pull off a thrilling came-from-behind victory in Novemberโ€™s electoral Super Bowl, long-term there are other problems that can no longer be ignored. Not just messaging problems. Core, fundamental, philosophical problems. One of which is that in their burning desire to appear all-inclusive, the DNC has effectively excluded the American male.

Although my access to the free world is limited, I doubt I am the first to have grappled with this. In this nation of 330 million, Iโ€™m sure there are other centrists, moderates, independents, and never-Trumpers feeling this way. If so, take heart. A six-foot-eight, pro-Israel, criminal-justice-reforming, glimmer of hope has arrived . . . in a hoodie and shorts.

John Fetterman might just save the Democratic Party.

โ€”July 4, 2024

Maps

Person in a field holding a globe at their side.

Imagine itโ€™s the year 1624 and you and I are kicked back drinking ale in our powdered wigs when suddenly I take my feathered quill, dip it in ink, and draw you a detailed map of what is now the state of Florida. With one glaring exception… You lean over the flickering candle and frown at the southernmost tip of the peninsula. โ€œBravo, Malcolm. Well done. However, you appear to have forgotten the tiny string of islands at the bottom.โ€

I could do one of two things with this new informationโ€”investigate and eventually expand my map to include the Florida Keys, or slam down my map, cry โ€œbalderdash!โ€ and deny their existence. But I could only deny for so long. At some point it would become absurd to continue to exclude these surveyed, documented, inhabited little geographical facts from my map.

Fifty years ago, psychologist M. Scott Peck was working on a groundbreaking book titled The Road Less Traveled . . . a book that, if released today, college kids would probably call โ€œcringy.โ€ There are admittedly some awkward passages that do not stand the test of time. But again, it was written in the 1970s. โ€œThe past is a foreign country. They do things differently there . . .โ€ However, there is one concept that has stuck with me ever since I closed the book and put it back on the library shelf. Itโ€™s the idea that our belief systems are a kind of mental mapping and that we are the ultimate cartographers.

How often do we reject incoming informationโ€”even decline to give it a fair hearingโ€”because it confuses our brains? I catch myself doing this all the time. Especially in the sphere of politics.

Pop quiz: Who has done more for criminal justice reform? Joe Biden or Donald Trump? I can almost hear the collective yawn from the other side of your computer screens, but humor me a minute. Who do you think? If your familiar with my essays or the Miranda Rights series, then you know it pains me to admit that the answer to this question isโ€”

The Donald . . . by a country mile.

In 2018, Trump signed into law a bill called the First Step Act. I remember hearing about it at the time, but I still had five years left to serve on a twenty-year state sentence and the law only applied to federal inmates. I just assumed it was some toothless piece of legislation that only applied to a handful of white-collar criminals.

Upon my arrival in Federal Prison six months ago, I was shocked to learn that many people have been going home early due to this law. A couple days ago, I watched an old lifer reduced to tears when granted compassionate release as a result of the First Step Act.

Maps.

Donโ€™t get me wrong, the FSA is far from perfect. Eligible inmates must take classes to earn credits that will reduce their sentences. Unfortunately, federal prisons are so woefully understaffed that out of a 12-week program, youโ€™d be lucky to attend a couple classes. But the framework is there. Itโ€™s something to improve upon. Something that might actually benefit society one day by turning out educated and reformed men and women back into their communities. Not yet, but someday.

A lot of my fellow inmates are convinced that if Trump is re-elected, there will be a Second Step Act that will extend beyond the current nonviolent drug offender demographic. I have doubts. Despite the fact that violent crime is down 40% on average from this time last year, the 24-hour news cycle is pumping a different reality. It would be difficult for any president to get criminal justice reform passed in the current political climate.

In addition to the First Step Act, Trump has promised to pardon all the โ€œJ. Sixersโ€ if elected. Think those dudes werenโ€™t happy to see Biden mumbling and stumbling over his words on the debate stage the other night?

And finally, thereโ€™s the optics of the mugshot, the 34-count indictment and subsequent guilty verdict, the upcoming sentencing hearing . . . the growing consensus is โ€œTrump feels our pain.โ€ And while I strongly disagreeโ€”to feel someoneโ€™s pain requires empathy, and the former President has never demonstrated anything remotely closeโ€”sometimes perception outweighs reality.

I think Biden understands this better than anyone right now.  Perception outweighing reality could be the theme of this election season. If Joe had been thinking clearly on the debate stage last week, he would have told America about his historic infrastructure bill, he would have touted his brazen CHIPS Act, record unemployment, the successful tightrope act of dodging a recession while taming inflation, the booming stock market, plummeting crime rates . . .

And it wouldnโ€™t have made a lick of difference.

Why?

You already know the answer.

Maps.

โ€”July 2, 2024