Change has pillars. It can be restructured. We lecture out introverted ways and take credit for emotions poisoned to counteract the pain of suffering. I hear her whisper my name in the wind. She leads my way, but so do I. I led her away. Now i will lead another my way and open up a new way for an oddball. I know of the pilgrimage, it is the Road. -ronin

Posted on behalf of Ronnie –
Most of you know me by Ronnie but my actual legal name is Hung-Linh Hoang. I am your friend, your brother, your cousin, your nephew, your son, and thankfully your grandson.
I’ve made decisions in my life that I find zero pride in but those of you who know my case know the truth. Those who don’t, let me explain. I got charged with Attempted Murder on An unknown victim. There was no gun fired. No one ever injured. Two eyewitnesses testified that I was the actual victim with the gun pointed at me. So how did I get sentenced to a Life term? Well the third eye witness named Sean Scarborough was coerced into testifying in exchange for his gun charges expunged. Officers led him to somehow perjure that he thinks he heard a faint click…like a pen dropping on the floor….as the revolver misfired, from 30 ft. away, behind a sliding glass door, with all windows shut! He then claims he lost sight of the other guy when he went to another room to get a better view.
So I chose not to testify that it was my own “friend” that I had argued with and pointed a gun at me. And that my other friend yanked the gun away and put it into his pocket. Or that I never even touched the gun and that forensics will show just that. Instead my “merited” thief of an attorney threatened my father that if I didn’t admit to guilt of gun possession, that my disobedience will result to life imprisonment. My father PLED with our $20,000 attorney which was our family’s life savings, so I should listen. I did.
Alright so here’s the newfound hope. A few months back, I started writing a radio station director named Pam Benjamin. She introduced me to her fellow comics and station employee friends, and started reading my letters on air and even my poetry. Mutiny Radio has become a huge factor in furthering my life purpose.
Moreover, Pam is opening a fundraising account to legally breaking me out of prison. Her intellect has crossed boundaries beyond these prison walls and gave a new hope to an old wrinkled struggle. This fundraising will help me hire an investigator and lawyer to appeal for a new trial under actual innocence for this wrongful conviction.
The first step is to hire an audio forensics team to test the likelihood of ability to hear any sound decibel from that distance, let alone with all windows shut. Second is to reach five more eyewitnesses to sign affidavits, including the guy that had the gun when police arrived. Lastly, these facts will get admitted and stipulated into new discovery evidence by the legal investigators. Subsequent to these actions, I will be home within a few months. This is the plan so far.
So here I am to ask for your understanding. Times are difficult, I know. As ashamed as I am while pleading for your support, it is absolutely necessary for you all to know my vulnerabilities. Life has dealt me a heavy hand and I no longer fear playing it through. My pride and material attachments lost meaning. If I don’t progress and move forward with my higher purpose, I will inevitably become a product of the system. I am forever grateful for you all reading this far through. I will pay it forward when I stand at your doorstep soon. – Ronnie Hung-Linh Hoang….

If I could believe in something greater than people, I’d believe in movement. The fluidity, the depth, and the speed moves around us. Or is it the air that avoids the objects in its way? We are beautifully designed to never duplicate each other’s soul so that we can always wonder what makes us whole. And what confusion would it be to meet ourselves and judge them improperly, yet not change ourselves? Are we merely the objects judging the air or are the tables reversed in this reflective curiosity of hypocrisy? So I believe in the greater. I believe in the movement we can’t feel physically. The movement that can only be felt as the whole we search & not the hole in the fabric of our souls, but the movement in between. The fluidity, the depth, and the speed that moves around us is actually moving through us.

By: Hung-Linh Hoang
Dedicated to: Mutiny Radio

Dear Christina,

It’s been some time since our lives have taken different paths and luckily we have retouched a surface of acknowledgment. I fully understand how fast life can get in our society, in the schedules, and so forth. With your recent diagnosis of Stargardt’s, your melancholy yet joyful demeanor reverberates a core resilience found in so many successful individuals today.

Amidst the many thoughts that are captured, inspired, acted, and committed upon in my daily life, the events that come alive in my heart that resonate are the ones that overcome absolute desolation. As bad as I want to fit into society, I also recognize my sense of purpose in this existence as a whole. The drive to do something great & unordinary. To reach out when reaching seems impossible & fulfilling hopeless dreams for others as a way of living vicariously.

I don’t know much of anything, but I know that each one of us have colors we secretly hide from others beyond the black and white we show. Maybe it’s the fear of speaking publicly. Maybe it’s selfishness. Maybe it’s simply laziness. But if we neglect the opportunities given to us each day, then we are merely giving ourselves a handicap; converting the very essence of our soul into human habit. We are more than this body and all its functions. The flaws we have are the strengths we so often neglect. In the good deeds we do and actions that come forth as a result of every rock bottom we hit, dictates the capacity of the happiness we receive not only here but in the hereafter as well. This is thinking alive.

Every now & then, life asks us to do a task we think is impossible, but as soon as it’s accomplished we have a choice to celebrate or seek of these impossibilities. By having large goals, we succeed by default. By having simple and ordinary ones, we restart at another rock bottom in search of a new action, just hoping that it doesn’t become the same repetitive force that drove us there.

I can only do so much within my realm of knowledge. My objective is to point you in a positive direction to help others as well. There is never enough good in this world to stop giving. Our ego is famished but if we think as if we were truly alive, our sight will return through the insight we release.

Please believe in the things we don’t yet see. I sure do and wanted you to know that it’s beautiful either way. Just like you.

Your Old Friend From Catholic School,
Ronnie

It’s widely believed in my own narrow heart that each compartment I’m given chooses it’s own trajectory through my subconscious patterns & how I react to the truth. It could never be just me and you. For my own fairy tales rage this image of my nation by creating great wealth in my imagination. The image of my nation is my imagination. My imagination is the image of my nation.

If I reach further into the compartment of your beauty my hands would lose its grasp. So I fall into the apathy of reality and this slight hindrance becomes this daydream’s formality. Then suddenly I’m awoken by your unspoken thoughts and reminded of your fingertips slithering away from the gloves I still hold today. It’s difficult to shelf these residual souvenirs at the end of each year. That old soft graze became this newborn maze, still holding precedence when illusions disappear. Time doesn’t stand still forever, but it can’t sprint any faster right now.

I think of you often. Not at the strength of the relationship but at the alignment of energy colliding. In every word is a speck of dust we breathe without knowing, entering our soul with no means of escape.

It has always been timing with us. An event. A place in our lives. A growth to share. Yet without this growth, without these coincidences, our words wouldn’t have committed action, our actions wouldn’t have created habits, habits wouldn’t have etched our character, and our character wouldn’t have created this coincidence of destiny. There’s never going to be a living soul in this universe to convince The Creator that we are merely dice & probabilities.

You once said to me that you weren’t aware I was that passionate…and for all my years, neither was I. The turning of events take place when we no longer look to this love for our possessions and fears; it’s when we set aside our human love and understand Divine Love. All our ups and all our downs intermingle with those specks of dust in our words. And because I’ve learned to act in accordance and happen to things…things no longer happen to me.

Thank you for unknowingly being a part of my ‘coincidental’ path to this day. We all play a role in each others’ escape, and it’s only right to show gratitude. This is for you.

Poker. I can see it makes my family happy. There’s a higher level of consciousness at the table at times when emotions aren’t tangling with ego. A playful way to digest a meal. An event the kids look forward to “growing up” for. Ironically, adults feel younger when playing.

Yet as a kid myself watching the generations float by, I still see myself a part of the games. I imagine myself seated next to you & you let me take your seat as you did when I was “a kid.” I see the empty chair of my uncle, my aunt, my grandma, my grandpa, and most often, my father. Temporarily reserving this seat for my happiness.

You see, they were never afraid to show their eagerness to make me happy and neither was I, I just didn’t know how.

I was always told I had potential and being imprisoned made this task rather difficult, but it only became difficult because I feared to listen to my Inner Voice. How do I show my family and the world a picture they haven’t seen in anyone they come across daily? A picture without the ‘prison blues?’ What is the reason for this intrusion of privacy and how does it play a role in this grander plan? Is it taking risks & going all in on pure faith of my imagination given to me by God? Eternal life is power, I suppose. We take bets on life’s coincidences by seizing opportunities to be happier in spirit. In every game, in every moment, in each and every memory I am no longer imprisoned because He saved me a seat at this table with you all, Eternally of course.

My love & respect to the Hoang family.

In a land where squatting is prohibited, WE walk so very tall, not daring to buckle. Yet as the years strolled by, WE began walking on all fours so we could sneak in a squat. At first every now & then. Now very often. I guess we’re addicted. Why is this a law again? Because squatting’s forbidden. You squat here. You squat there.

But you must beware.

The Squat Police is everywhere.