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Once I was lost

A former Native prison gang member finds true freedom


Last updated 5/12/2017 at 3:23pm

Francis Sundown Chualna

My anger led me to commit crimes which sent me to jail. This only increased my level of anger and violence. I soon joined a prison gang.

I once dreamt that I was standing on cold concrete surrounded by men with nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. I was scared.

In my dream I could fly away and hover in midair. I could see the stars I was so high! The sky was pitch black and the ocean was purple. With the wind blowing on my face, I could hear the ocean roar as I soared over the ocean at night.

I woke up to find myself still in prison in British Columbia. But there was a sense of freedom in that dream. I felt that though I was surrounded by my fellow inmates, I was free. Little did I know that a few short years later, m...

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