Tracy Lee Kendall

Contributing Writer

This is Tracy Lee Kendall’s bio, in his own words:

Tracy Lee Kendall

Tracy Lee Kendall was born in Torrance, CA, but grew up all over Oklahoma and Texas. He comes from a varied background, both situationally (from Gifted and Talented student to the streets to criminal to the music and entertainment industry to prison — and everything in between) and culturally (raised by various people growing up (Anglo, Jewish, Native American, Italian, Hispanic) and close relations with about every culture and race in the U.S. as well as some outside.

Tracy’s current incarnation is as a writer (which has been an interest from early in his life) of various types and as a social activist — working to encourage charitable causes as well as prison reform, with the goal of transforming the Texas prison system into one of rehabilitation, producing compassionate and useful members of society, rather than the tremendous waste of tax payer’s resources it is today operating in a manner which encourages corruption and deceit. Exposing the truth from prison life to administrative practices and offering rational alternatives is his current tool.

His other activities include volunteering with a group of prisoners with chronic and terminal illnesses, facilitating an Eastern religions class, and teaching classes for other prisoners regarding staying healthy in prison, avoiding predators, and what to do in the event that a sexual assault occurs.

 


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Tracy Lee Kendall #875004

Coffield Unit (TDCJ)

2661 FM 2054

Tennessee Colony

TX 75884

 

Posts by Tracy Lee Kendall:

2020-04-03T11:52:55-04:00Fellow Inmates|

The Aliens Within Us

Here, "normal," i.e. civil, is as alien to prisoners as criminal activity is to decent people. Therefore, it is difficult to embrace change when it could result in being attacked or harmed in other ways.
2020-04-03T11:54:57-04:00Hope & Change|

Dying Inside, Living Outside

Each time I look outside, I die further. Through the steel of my cage, I see into the distance--the cars flowing on the daylight highway, and the flames above it at night.  I look up at the sky, the only physical [...]