This is an alternative historical account of the only man convicted in Buford Pusser's murder. It is the story of a period of time that although recent, seems distant in our memory. In many ways, it is as relevant now as it was then. Leonard Stephens is a young man born into the caste system of the agrarian South who volunteers for the United States Army almost as soon as Pearl Harbor is bombed. His bravery and exemplary service results in quick promotion through the army's ranks and he becomes heavily decorated for his actions. For a brief time he is recognized nationally for his heroic...

New 4th Edition, black and white, with Christmas Bonus Pac: actual Escape Stories; Inside Prison Pictures & Inmate Artwork

""I CRIED, YOU DIDN'T LISTEN" IS THE MOST POWERFUL TALE OF HORROR WITHIN THE WALLS OF PENAL INSTITUTIONS SINCE "'PAPILLON.'" THE TERRIFYING ASPECT IS THAT IT DESCRIBES AMERICA'S JUVENILE SYSTEM" - Alden Mills, "ARETE" MAGAZINE

"THE AUTHOR'S WELL-WRITTEN STORY COMES AT THE READER FAST AND FURIOUSLY; SHOCKING READERS INTO AN AWARENESS OF THE INHUMANITY OF AMERICA'S JUVENILE PENAL INSTITUTIONS."- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY

""I CRIED, YOU DIDN'T LISTEN" IS A POWERFUL...

"I CRIED, YOU DIDN'T LISTEN IS THE MOST POWERFUL TALE OF HORROR WITHIN THE WALLS OF PENAL INSTITUTIONS SINCE 'PAPILLON.' THE TERRIFYING ASPECT IS THAT IT DESCRIBES AMERICA'S JUVENILE SYSTEM" - Alden Mills, ARETE MAGAZINE "THE AUTHOR'S WELL-WRITTEN STORY COMES AT THE READER FAST AND FURIOUSLY; SHOCKING READERS INTO AN AWARENESS OF THE INHUMANITY OF AMERICA'S JUVENILE PENAL INSTITUTIONS."- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY "I CRIED, YOU DIDN'T LISTEN IS A POWERFUL INDICTMENT OF A SYSTEM THAT MAY HAVE LOST TRACK OF ITS PURPOSE."- Don Davis, THE SAN DIEGO UNION An early Winner of the "Project Censored" Award of...

This book is a collection of experiences remembered; both in and out of Prison. By Project Censored Award Winning Author: Dwight Abbott. About the cover; he writes: "This morning, I sat to draw for you, a place I often went to - near you; yet, just outside of Redding - when I was being hunted; a place I knew well enough I felt safe there; where I could be alone; a place I was convinced I would be allowed to lick my wounds, to die if necessary: Silverthorn Resort; Jones Valley. Imagine me there, Skippy, straddling the fallen log, looking out over my domain, rifle ready propped nearby. Where I...