This site is dedicated to youth incarcerated, beaten, abused and made to suffer long term 24/7 solitary confinement, inside a system of injustice that has failed, not them alone; but, all members of society.
Sonny asked me to post his Thanksgiving wishes here for any who stop in. Hope your have a safe and happy holiday weekend.
Hello visitors, glad you stopped in. Feel free to explore the site and, if you are so inclined, become a member, sign the guestbook and leave comments or questions (I am in daily contact with Sonny, so will relay everything to him and then get back to you with his answers/response), or share your own story in the blog area.
Sonny was moved to the medical facility in Stockton on Tuesday, Aug. 12, 2014. Let's hope that the care there is better for him and all other inmates who need medical attention.
His address (at least for now - with CDCR it is subject to change) is:
Dwight Abbott T88033
C 3 A Rm 150
PO Box 32200
Stockton CA 95213
Feel free to write any time, he'd love to hear from people. (And if you would like to help by sending typing paper, envelopes or stamps they would be greatly appreciated).
Prison of heartaches, anguish and tears,
where there is no hope, only fear,
This graveyard for many,
this shame on all,
where I exist,
back unbent, standing tall,
Fortress of madness and frustration,
bastions filled with untold pain,
I challenge again, again, again!
I dispute your authority
over my life, my soul,
hidden behind fungus covered granite walls,
smelling of spattered blood and mold.
Your foundation of rock and steel were laid
by sadists long gone;
your torch kept burning
by Devil's spawn.
Fuck you, your threats,
oppression, solitary cells and greed,
enough of my blood you have let.
I promise, a day will dawn,
upon which alarms will toll,
The Reaper has come to collect
for the senseless destruction of souls.
As sure as the Eagle takes flight,
vengeance will resound,
taken by men
whose lives and souls you bound.
I'll savor my moment,
you sadistic whore!
Knowing a “moment” is all I'll have,
before a bullet takes me to the floor.
Ah, what the hell, San Quentin,
I'm too old, far too much blood has flowed,
I'll give you what you would not,
mercy instead of a show . . .
Dwight Abbott, 2009
A constant work in progress, this site is about truth, exposing an abusive, dysfunctional system that has, since its conception, failed not only those children intrusted to it, but a society that believes that the Corrections Department administrators are good stewards.
Undoubtedly there will be the many who question. Please do not hesitate to do so. Who but Dwight Abbott, after 52 years in a cell smaller than a studio apartment bathroom, now serving 4 consecutive life sentences leaving him without hope of ever again breathing on this side of the high barriers behind which he languishes, could know the prison system more personally?
Webmaster, Karren Kilian, will collect all questions left here for Sonny, or other Abbott family members, and as quickly as it is possible get answers, if any there are, and publish them here.