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Basic Info: Dorian "Twig" Killgood is a physically handicapped man, born with a malformed leg and nerve damage that was never properly corrected for with surgery, who hasn't been seen on the streets of Chicago for almost 14 years. As a teenager in the late 80's through early 90's he was known as a small time crook, and junkie, dabbling mostly in small illegal gambling operations, drugs and a number of minor illicit operations. Never a big league player, the cripple with the leg brace knew his place in the criminal hierarchy. Near the bottom. When he was 18 his life on these streets came to a close ended in an incident which ended with charges of manslaughter 1, first degree robbery, possession of a controlled substance with intent to sell. He was sentenced to 20 years (of which he spent 7 at Joliet and 6 at Stateville Correctional Center after joliet was closed in 2002) but was recently paroled almost 7 years early because of positive therapy audits and good behavior. Now he is on the streets once more, no longer a child and trying to make a new and better life for himself. He walks around Chicago with a cheap camera and a sketchpad, taking or drawing rather good portraits to supplement his meager disability check.
Background: Dorian "Twig" Killgood, Inmate #92073 at the Stateville Correctional Center (transferred from Joliet Correctional Center in 2002) was released on Parole in September 2008 after serving neary 14 years of a 20 year sentence on charges of Manslaughter 1, First Degree Robbert, Aggravated assault and possession of a controlled substance with intent.
That's the official report for Dorian, now out on the streets after almost a decade and a half. He entered the correctional system as a teenager and has exited it a man.
But how did Dorian end up in prison? The story of what led him to incarceration begins, sadly, even before his birth. His mother was a junkie living in Chicago's South. Her continued chemical abuse during her pregnancy, after getting knocked up by a gang member, harmed the growing fetus. Thus Dorian was born a cripple. His left leg twisted, the bone warped and muscles and nerves damaged, would curse him to a lifetime of pain.
His mother only cared (if that is the word for her neglect) for Dorian less then a year before she was arrested for for Neglect, abuse of a infant, and for selling his medications to pay for her drug problem. From that point on his life was a string of foster homes and hospitals.
Growing up a cripple in the foster system which wasn't as heavily regulated as it is today, and with the constant operations to try and rebuild his leg never giving him relief from the pain and hindrance the disability brought, warped Dorian and made him bitter. Children teased him, calling him names, that drve him deeper into himsef. He would hide behind books and even that would bring more jeering and taunting.
It wasn't until he turned twelve that Dorian was fostered by Mrs Petunia Wallace. The nice black widowed woman was thought of as a saint by HRS, a woman who worked with problem children across a diverse ethnic background. Dorian was transferred to her care after living with an especially abusive couple which had ended up with him in the hospital and while he was suspicious of the older woman at first Dorian quickly discovered just how special she was.
Mrs Wallace, granny petunia, never pushed him. She never yelled at him or talked down to him. She encouraged his pursuits. She sat at his side in the night when the medications weren't working and the pain was burning in him, holding his hand and singing lullabies. She gave him unconditional love and asked nothing in return.
He wasn't the only boy in her house either. Four others, Two black, one Hispanic and one Vietnamese, also lived with her. And she had the same effect on them. Instead of being bullies or enemies like so many children in Dorians past, they became friends and protective of him after a short time of suspicion. One of the black boys was even crippled, having suffered a stroke after being beaten and the left side of his body almost paralyzed.
They were a family. A strange, mismatched family to be sure, but a family nonetheless. Their closeness kept the boys off the streets and out of harms way.
Until the fateful day the Five boys returned home from school to find the police around the house. Granny Petunia had been killed in a home invasion, some gangmembers looking for money and jewlery so they could get a fix. They had escaped but not until after they had raped and murdered the lovely old woman.
Their family was shattered and the five boys were to be separated and sent to new foster homes. But Dorian would have none of it. None and all. And neither would the others. The system had taken so long to get them to someone as special as Granny and now they would be shuffled around again.
They made a pact that they would not stay in the cycle. So each bid their time until they were each 'safely' ensconced in a new home. And then They ran away.
It didn't take long for them to group together and fade into the underground with so many other runaways. The strongest of the five protected the weakest. They moved from group to group of kids, from squat to squat, living off what they could find.
But the streets have a way of tempting even the youngest and it wasn't long before the group slowly began to separate. One of them, the crippled black boy, left the streets. The other black boy and the Hispanic boy gravitated towards gangs and the Vietnamese boy just vanished.
And Dorian? Dorian had discovered that the drugs available on the streets killed the pain in his body (and his heart) much better then any prescription. He made money running small street hustles and picking pockets and panhandling. He would gamble or run as a courier for one gang or another since no one even thought of hurting him because there was not much point. He was a cripple, after all, though most thought of him as a good gopher and sent a little bit of work his way.
He was caught by the police a few times and ultimately released, usually bailed by a 'friend' whom owed him a favor or whom would use the bail as a favor for them.
After years of running the streets, making a small name for himself as an unalligned little crook but one who never messed with anyone enough to be a problem, his lifetook a bad turn. During a drug deal he saw one of his buyers sporting a watch. A watch that looked like one that had been missing from granny's home. From her dead husband. he asked, carefully, where the buyer had gotten it and he told Dorian the entire story of what he had done to get it.
Enraged, Dorian pulled a gun that he had never used before and shot wildly at the man. A Gunfight ensuded, erupting down the entire street and when it was all done the guy was dead and Dorian was wounded.
After a month in the hospital Dorian was able to attend his own trial. Appointed an attorney who actually tried to help him, Dorian's new his life was going to change drastically. After much deliberation the Judge, who spent much time weighing the facts of the crime and past crime versus the boys age (almost 18), background and other circumstances in his favor the Charges of Murder were commuted to manslaughter 1, though the aggravated assault, first degree robbery and Possession with intent stayed as they were. He was convicted to 20 years with the option of parole.
On the inside, Dorian found life harsher then even on the streets. Every problem, gang or race related, was amplified within the walls of the prison. It was a zoo. Quiet most of the time with an underlying simmering rage.
Not being affiliated with a gang or organization meant that he had little protection. He knew a few people in prison, and they tried to help him out or get a little protection for the cripple. But it is probably easy to say that Dorian succumbed to many of the injustices the weak find in prison.
But that is not to say the entire time was dark. Dorian did try to better himself and sometimes his position after a few years. Spending time in the library reading and learning. Working in the laundry. Taking books to inmates. Helping inmates for favors or to pay off a favor. He went into the kitchens after 5 years and under the tuteledge of a few others he began to make a name for himself as not a bad cook. Not a chef, mind you, but not terrible either.
When he wasn't cooking or cleaning, he was drawing. Something that had started as doodling and tuned into full fledged artworks. Many inmates were impressed and they had him make pictures for their women on the outside or even design tattoo, though they would never let him put the tattoos on because of his shaky hand. This encouraged his artwork since it seemed to have a positive outlook and was therapeutic.
The prison's counselor's and therapists, working with Dorian, saw a slow change in the young man. He wasn't a terrible human being. He had done bad things in his past but they saw a glimmer of potential within him.
Even after Joliet closed and he was transferred to Stateville, which was much more crowded and violent, he continued to show his potential. Sure, he particpated in prison society with their secret ways (hooch but strangely never drugs, he had been clean since his second year in prison), but many of the inmates realized he was not a snitch type and most let him exist as he did.
During his third parole hearing it had become to administration and the mental health staff that Dorian had accumulated enough "points" and positive reviews that he was eligible for parole. After a few months serving out the remainder of his shortened sentence, full of preparation such as new Id's and parole officer information and such, Dorian Killgood was released into the free world in early 2009.
|Ink And Sketch of DeeDee|
|A Sketch of Honey, then smudged for effect and finally inked.|
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|A Sketch and Charcoal of Eternal Silence|