Most criminologists today will acknowledge that crime rates and incarceration rates in the United States have had relatively little to do with each other.

The nature of the criminal justice system has changed. It is no longer primarily concerned with the prevention and punishment of crime, but rather with the management and control of the dispossessed.

We have not ended racial caste in America, we have merely redesigned it.

Many offenders are tracked for prison at early ages, labeled as criminals in their teen years, and then shuttled from their decrepit, underfunded inner city schools to brand-new, high-tech prisons.

There are more African Americans under correctional control, in prison or jail, on probation or parole, than were enslaved in 1850 a decade before the civil war began.

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness.

Nothing has contributed more to the systematic mass incarceration of people of color in the United States than the War on Drugs

Sociologists have frequently observed that governments use punishment primarily as a tool of social control, and thus the extent or severity of punishment is often unrelated to actual crime patterns.

Mass incarceration is the most pressing racial justice issue of our time.

Once you have been branded a criminal or felon, you are typically trapped for life.

The rules and reasons the political system employs to enforce status relations of any kind, including racial hierarchy, evolve and change as they are challenged.

A bad friend secretly plots your downfall

The love of independence and dislike of unjust treatment is the source of a thousand virtues.

One thing you have got to do politically is to identify the ties that bind society together and try to strengthen them.

When I tour, I stuff fridges full of organic food and stick to that.

Mature love has a bliss not even imagined by newlyweds.

Self-realization is great.

Loving words and deeds are the best alms.

There aren't enough cookies in the world to make you feel loved and whole.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, and life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.