When I look in the mirror today,

I see a justice and education scholar
at Columbia University,

a youth mentor, an activist

and a future New York state senator.

(Cheering)

I see all of that

and a man who spent
a quarter of his life in state prison --

six years, to be exact,

starting as a teenager on Rikers Island

for an act that nearly cost
a man his life.

But what got me from there to here

wasn't the punishment I faced
as a teenager in adult prison

or the harshness of our legal system.

Instead, it was a learning
environment of a classroom

that introduced me to something
I didn't think was possible for me

or our justice system as a whole.

A few weeks before my release on parole,

a counselor encouraged me to enroll
in a new college course

being offered in the prison.

It was called Inside Criminal Justice.

That seems pretty
straightforward, though, right?

Well, it turns out,

the class would be made up
of eight incarcerated men

and eight assistant district attorneys.

Columbia University psychology
professor Geraldine Downey

and Manhattan Assistant DA Lucy Lang

co-taught the course,

and it was the first of its kind.

I can honestly say

this wasn't how I imagined
starting college.

My mind was blown from day one.

I assumed all the prosecutors
in the room would be white.

But I remember walking into the room
on the first day of class

and seeing three black prosecutors

and thinking to myself,

"Wow, being a black prosecutor --

that's a thing!"

(Laughter)

By the end of the first session,

I was all in.

In fact, a few weeks after my release,

I found myself doing something
I prayed I wouldn't.

I walked right back into prison.

But thankfully, this time
it was just as a student,

to join my fellow classmates.

And this time,

I got to go home when class was over.

In the next session, we talked
about what had brought each of us

to this point of our lives

and into the classroom together.

I eventually got comfortable enough

to reveal my truth to everyone in the room

about where I came from.

I talked about how my sisters and I
watched our mother suffer years of abuse

at the hands of our stepfather,

escaping, only to find ourselves
living in a shelter.

I talked about how I swore
an oath to my family

to keep them safe.

I even explained how I didn't feel
like a teenager at 13,

but more like a soldier on a mission.

And like any soldier,

this meant carrying an emotional
burden on my shoulders,

and I hate to say it,

but a gun on my waist.

And just a few days
after my 17th birthday,

that mission completely failed.

As my sister and I were walking
to the laundromat,

a crowd stopped in front of us.

Two girls out of nowhere
attacked my sister.

Still confused about what was happening,
I tried to pull one girl away,

and just as I did, I felt something
brush across my face.

With my adrenaline rushing,

I didn't realize a man
had leaped out of the crowd and cut me.

As I felt warm blood ooze down my face,

and watching him raise
his knife toward me again,

I turned to defend myself
and pulled that gun from my waistband

and squeezed the trigger.

Thankfully, he didn't lose
his life that day.

My hands shaking and heart racing,
I was paralyzed in fear.

From that moment,

I felt regret that would never leave me.

I learned later on they attacked my sister
in a case of mistaken identity,

thinking she was someone else.

It was terrifying,

but clear that I wasn't trained,
nor was I qualified,

to be the soldier
that I thought I needed to be.

But in my neighborhood,

I only felt safe carrying a weapon.

Now, back in the classroom,
after hearing my story,

the prosecutors could tell
I never wanted to hurt anyone.

I just wanted us to make it home.

I could literally see the gradual change
in each of their faces

as they heard story after story

from the other incarcerated
men in the room.

Stories that have trapped many of us

within the vicious cycle of incarceration,

that most haven't been able
to break free of.

And sure -- there are people
who commit terrible crimes.

But the stories
of these individuals' lives

before they commit those acts

were the kinds of stories
these prosecutors had never heard.

And when it was their turn
to speak -- the prosecutors --

I was surprised, too.

They weren't emotionless
drones or robocops,

preprogrammed to send people to prison.

They were sons and daughters,

brothers and sisters.

But most of all, they were good students.

They were ambitious and motivated.

And they believed that they could use
the power of law to protect people.

They were on a mission
that I could definitely understand.

Midway through the course,
Nick, a fellow incarcerated student,

poured out his concern

that the prosecutors were tiptoeing
around the racial bias and discrimination

within our criminal justice system.

Now, if you've ever been to prison,

you would know it's impossible
to talk about justice reform

without talking about race.

So we silently cheered for Nick

and were eager to hear
the prosecutors' response.

And no, I don't remember who spoke first,

but when Chauncey Parker,
a senior prosecutor, agreed with Nick

and said he was committed to ending
the mass incarceration of people of color,

I believed him.

And I knew we were headed
in the right direction.

We now started to move as a team.

We started exploring new possibilities

and uncovering truths
about our justice system

and how real change

happens for us.

For me, it wasn't the mandatory
programs inside of the prison.

Instead, it was listening
to the advice of elders --

men who have been sentenced to spend
the rest of their lives in prison.

These men helped me reframe
my mindset around manhood.

And they instilled in me
all of their aspirations and goals,

in the hopes that I would never
return to prison,

and that I would serve
as their ambassador to the free world.

As I talked, I could see the lights
turning on for one prosecutor,

who said something I thought was obvious:

that I had transformed
despite my incarceration

and not because of it.

It was clear these prosecutors
hadn't thought much about

what happens to us
after they win a conviction.

But through the simple process
of sitting in a classroom,

these lawyers started to see
that keeping us locked up

didn't benefit our community

or us.

Toward the end of the course,
the prosecutors were excited,

as we talked about our plans
for life after being released.

But they hadn't realized
how rough it was actually going to be.

I can literally still see the shock

on one of the junior
ADA's face when it hit her:

the temporary ID given to us
with our freedom

displayed that we were
just released from prison.

She hadn't imagined how many barriers
this would create for us

as we reenter society.

But I could also see her genuine empathy
for the choice we had to make

between coming home to a bed in a shelter

or a couch in a relative's
overcrowded apartment.

What we learned in the class

worked its way into concrete
policy recommendations.

We presented our proposals

to the state Department
of Corrections commissioner

and to the Manhattan DA,

at our graduation in a packed
Columbia auditorium.

As a team,

I couldn't have imagined
a more memorable way

to conclude our eight weeks together.

And just 10 months
after coming home from prison,

I again found myself in a strange room,

invited by the commissioner of NYPD
to share my perspective

at a policing summit.

And while speaking,

I recognized a familiar face
in the audience.

It was the attorney
who prosecuted my case.

Seeing him,

I thought about our days in the courtroom

seven years earlier,

as I listened to him recommend
a long prison sentence,

as if my young life was meaningless

and had no potential.

But this time,

the circumstances were different.

I shook off my thoughts

and walked over to shake his hand.

He looked happy to see me.

Surprised, but happy.

He acknowledged how proud he was
about being in that room with me,

and we began a conversation
about working together

to improve the conditions
of our community.

And so today,

I carry all of these experiences with me,

as I develop the Justice Ambassadors
Youth Council at Columbia University,

bringing young New Yorkers -- some
who have already spent time locked up

and others who are still
enrolled in high school --

together with city officials.

And in this classroom,

everyone will brainstorm ideas

about improving the lives
of our city's most vulnerable youth

before they get tried
within the criminal justice system.

This is possible if we do the work.

Our society and justice system
has convinced us

that we can lock up our problems

and punish our way
out of social challenges.

But that's not real.

Imagine with me for a second

a future where no one can become

a prosecutor,

a judge,

a cop

or even a parole officer

without first sitting in a classroom

to learn from and connect with

the very people whose lives
will be in their hands.

I'm doing my part to promote
the power of conversations

and the need for collaborations.

It is through education

that we will arrive at a truth
that is inclusive and unites us all

in the pursuit of justice.

For me, it was a brand-new conversation

and a new kind of classroom

that showed me how both my mindset

and our criminal justice system

could be transformed.

They say the truth shall set you free.

But I believe

it's education

and communication.

Thank you.

(Applause)