Learning the results of my criminal appeal, and that my conviction was affirmed, during the third week of November wasn’t going to make it a great Thanksgiving Day for me. I was so disappointed over losing it all that I still wasn’t even sure if I would file any United States Constitution Annotated 1983 civil lawsuits over the lack of proper Jewish services at Riverview, or due to having my journal confiscated at Oneida, or even my being denied my low-cholesterol special diet while in the Marcy box—or if I would just spend the rest of my time learning the computer, working out more, and keep writing up Pete Wolf, if necessary, while I was still at the facility as well.
I was sure of several other things, though.
For one, I knew that I regretted ever getting out of bed on Saturday morning, June 13, 1998, and traveling by subway into Manhattan to commit three robberies.
I also knew that I would continue to miss my hero—my beloved late father, Irving Goldstein—as much now and forever as I did when he suddenly and unexpectedly passed away from the effects of lung cancer and emphysema on January 23, 1999.
This book, and the rest of my life, will always remain dedicated to the way that my father wanted to see me live, and spent his own life raising me as well, and, in fact, will be used as the impetus to ensure that I keep my focus and maintain my discipline on my way to a successful reintegration back into society, including a career in journalism, and also starting my own family eventually.
Finally, I also know, in a nutshell, that I will take this time in my life, and go from a Jew in jail to a Jew who refuses to fail, to a Jew who will ultimately prevail!
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