“Halim Flowers Was Given Two Life Sentences At 17. Decades Later, His Art Is Shown In Galleries Worldwide.”
“There’s a grainy, ‘90s-era video on YouTube that shows a 16-year-old Black kid in an oversized white T-shirt, prisoner No. 272-113 at the D.C. Jail. A dark-suited reporter asks him whether anyone he knew growing up in his neighborhood “made it out.” One person, he responds. Just one.
The kid fidgets with his pants while shirtless men play basketball behind him, and the reporter peppers him with questions about his future. He responds to her with a depressing calculation: if he were to end up serving a 30-year sentence, his mother would likely be dead by the time he was released.
“I keep appealing my case. I can’t win,” he says, looking away from the reporter and the camera. “Ain’t nothing to live for.”
That teenager, Halim Flowers, now a 41-year-old author, poet, and visual artist based out of D.C. and Maryland, has plenty to live for.”