Esteban Garcia:
CLASS OF 1970
Anson Jones Junior High SchoolClass of 1970
Bryan, TX
Esteban's Story
When I was at Anson Jones,I wasn't a bad person, I just did bad things. I never liked bullies, so whenever I found one, I'd beat him up. When your young you really don't think about what you do, you just do it. As you get older, your life begins to wind down and if you look back, you'll sometimes remember things you should have left alone.I finished school in Oklahoma, a few years later I attended Princeton University to study law. I became a writer instead, but not before leaving a piece of Texas History. The Courthouse and jail which presently stands on the corner of William J. Bryan and Texas Ave. was compliments of none other than Steve Garcia and the United States Justice Department. It took 27 million dollars to build and five years to complete it.I filed a civil rights claim on inhumane treatment of prisoners. Several years before, an inmate by the name of David Ruiz and myself, filed against the Texas Department of Corrections for torturing and murdering prisoners, for thirteen years I helped prisoners who had been illegally convicted and overturned 118 criminal convictions. I was disliked by our judicial system and government for the work I did that the Texas Department of Corrections banned my books in prisons, but they lost that case too! I was even charged with practicing law without a license, teaching law without a license, but they never won.Eventually, I created the National Writ Writer's Association, a non-profit legal aid organization that assisted prisoner.I have worked for a total of six law firms in the past 35 years. Two of which were from Houston,two in Bryan,one in San Antonio and the rest in Chicago,Missouri.The story is a journey through life, that's why the title is "JOURNEY INTO MY SOUL." Of all the people in my book,the least mentioned was the most remembered. Carol Emshof was that person.It took me 40 years to dig up that memory and as I've mentioned, remembering is not always good. I remember that Summer day as if I had just left her parent's home in North Bryan.Carol was sewing me a shirt, rather making a shirt for me.I had just spent the weekend in Waco with my cousin Rudy ...Expand for more
Manriquez. Carol never knew why I broke up with her and I never told her.Her tears and the last words she spoke have stayed with me, lurking in the deepest part of my heart. "One day, you'll meet someone who you'll love as much as I love you now, and they are going to hurt you just like your hurting me now and on that day your gonna remember today!" Well, that day came on September 30, 1976. My wife and soul mate, was killed by a rocket fired by Israeli Troops. My wife, who was an art major at Tulsa University working on her master's, had gone to visit her parents while I promised to catch up later on another flight. I was trying to close a six million dollar real estate deal with music artist, Leon Russell. I never made that trip, didn't have to, my wife, her mother, and father were all killed at their villa when the bomb her their home. Her father was in the Middle East working on a government project. Once I got over all the pain of losing my wife, all I could think of was how much pain must one feel before they can say they are sorry! And so for the two of you,I left you this message in my book; 'Sometimes I stop and I wonder how our hearts have been so strong, enduring all the things in life when our world went so wrong. And all the tears that we have shed that fell upon the ground, just you and I have felt their pain as they dropped without a sound. Though in their silence and sparkles gleamed, that fell like peaceful rain, they did not fade without the sound as our hearts screamed out the pain. And through the years the ups and downs have come like things unknown,the quiet moments in our lives when our soul felt all alone.But the time in life is here at last which promises betters days, the hopes and dreams we hold still nigh that they won't fade away. And in all that I could say upon your heart to touch, in all the poets in the world could not say near as much. For here within my heart burns a flame against the wind, and if these 4 dreams were to leave me now the flame would surely end. So keep with me as I with you these dreams o close within, until; our hearts can one day be truly together again!
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