A great, hidden sage has died. My sorrow, coupled with bitterness that the life, majesty and gift of Monta's beautiful soul were catastrophically fettered by the trauma of racialization; the legacy of centuries of abuse, injustice, captivity and poverty, unrelenting to this day.
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Copy of tweet: Nick Routledge Nick_routledge Thank you. A poor friend returns from the store, downcast. I press for deets. He’d been swindled out of $20 change. “Didn’t you say something?” I ask. “No point,” he replies, “Nobody believes the Black man.” Me, White. Monta, a giant, inside and out; the two of us, eye-to-eye.
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Photo of Monta Kevin Tindall as a small boy.
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Photo of Monta Kevin on the porch of the home we shared together in East Oakland. A big guy and snappy dresser!
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A photo at the California State Capitol of a large group of us who made the trip there to plead the cause of formerly-incarcerated folk. Kevin and I sit next to one another.
@jbralston 1/ I once anchored the establishment of a home for formerly incarcerated men. Soon, the project pivoted toward supporting pillars of the San Quentin NVC-restorative justice network. Peacemakers of supernal refinement, souls shaped in the fires of prison realpolitik. My teachers.
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