I asked about confrontations with other prisoners once I converted. He convinced me that luck and the Black Muslims offering protection kept him safe. Despite refusing to join their g**g, they gave him pamphlets and urged him to embrace their version of Islam promoting Black Nationalism. “One day on the basketball court, this brother approached me. He didn’t look like he was going to attack. I was suspicious because he was looking around to see if anyone was watching. He told me that my father was in that same prison, but never joined the Black Muslims.”
Pausing to take a deep breath, he apologized for burdening me with his prison confessions. Fretfully, he cracked a smile and explained how his father’s journey to prison started. A police car stopped him in a white neighborhood of Minneap
