July 17th, 2008
It was a touching memorial that was written for Lee. I'm his uncle. He sought me out not long after he had left. Going wild after being restrained in The Meeting he settled down. He'd visit at all hours to ask for advice. We had a personal bond beyond blood ties. His father, my brother Rick, cast a long shadow over both of us during our time there. The oppression made both of us bolt.
We both coped the same way while inside. Alcohol. Although by the grace of God Lee never had to face drug addiction, detox, incarceration etc. Anyway, enough of that. What I wanted to comment on is the "letter" that's mentioned in the memorial. The one from his grandfather Jim Joyce.
First, Lee wants to go back, okay? His new wife want to join him. Great! But while all this is happening the Detroit locality has turned into a drama that Shakespeare would have envied. Alliances were formed and they rose up against Rick. So my nephew was treated like little more than a leper.
