Michael Africa Sr Denied Parole

From Move 9 Parole:

Back in 2014 our brother Michael Africa Sr. went before the Pennsylvania Parole Board and was as expected denied parole. What was even more sinister with this parole denial was the fact that Michael was given a five year hit. One of the reasons cited was that Michael was considered a threat to the safety of the community at large. Back in 2015 Michael had appealed this denial and was granted an appeal hearing that took place in August of 2016. None the less after a six month wait Mike was finally given word that he was again denied parole. We know that Michael was given a one year hit the reasons for this denial hasn’t been cited yet but as usual we know the forces behind his denial.

A couple of weeks ago we brought to people’s attention the background of Mark Koch one of the newest members of the Pennsylvania Parole Board. We exposed in full Mr. Koch’s lifelong career in law enforcement and the special role he has played with the Fraternal Order of Police. We exposed to people the danger in having someone of such a long storied background in law enforcement voting over the potential release of parole for Move political prisoners. Mr Koch was one of the parole board members who recently voted against parole for Michael as was to be expected. The Fraternal Order of Police no longer have to lobby against parole for the Move 9 now that they have one of their members in place on the Pennsylvania Parole Board to do their work.

From 2012-2014 a former board member Randy Feathers voted against parole for the Move 9 stating in their denial’s that they were a risk to the safety of the community. Randy Feathers resigned from his position from the board due to himself being involved in the recent kiddie porn scandal with recently convicted disgraced former Pennsylvania Attorney General Kathleen Kane. A man that’s a risk to the safety of every child in the communities safety stated that our family risks a threat to the communities safety and cannot be paroled.

By the ending of the month our course of action will begin in the meantime we are asking people to sign and share the petition we have aimed at the United States Justice Dept. calling for a civil rights investigation into the case of the Move 9. People can sign the petition at https://www.causes.com/campaigns/92454-free-the-move-9.

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Relentless: An Interview with Coyote Acabo

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This interview was conducted in the winter of 2014, shortly after Coyote had arrived to Olympia, WA to resettle after a 16 year stint in the Nevada prison system. This conversation on his experiences in and out of prison has been brought back to light in lieu of some much needed support that Coyote needs regarding multiple legal cases surrounding his involvement in anti-racist and anti-police struggles in and around Olympia, WA.

Let these words from a relentless and heart-filled warrior not only inspire and motivate you to support him but to heed the call for a culture of prisoner support and solidarity.

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I Was Curious If You Could Describe Your Experience Of Becoming Radicalized While In Prison?

Coyote: Yeah, I didn’t go into prison as an anarchist. I went into prison as a gang member. I was in a street gang, a Chicano street gang and I got into this gang when I was 18 years old because I did a lot of time in juvenile hall and when I was in a juvenile facility in southern California and Colorado there was a lot of gang influence within these facilities and it was like, if you weren’t part of a gang or in the gang structure you were a nobody. And if you were a nobody you were targeted a lot. So I had to fight a lot in juvenile hall, to get my respect and my safety so people wouldn’t fuck with me. I always had the influence of gangs around me, so I wound up being in a gang. I wasn’t in a gang when I went to juvenile hall, but when I got out I got into a gang.

Almost a year after being initiated into the gang, and about 17 days after I got out of jail after doing a 9 month stint in one of the worst jails in this fuckin’ country, I was walking down the street in this other neighborhood that was probably rival territory and 5 guys from an opposing gang tried to jump me and I had a knife and I stabbed one of ‘em. And that’s how I ended up in prison. You could say self-defense, I would say that. Most people I know would do something similar if 5 guys were jumping them. I should have the right to defend myself, right? Yet, in the eyes of the pigs, the courts and all that, they said it was a gang-related felony. Funny, too, because they ended up snitching on me, while I refused to tell the police anything about what happened. So they tried to charge me with attempted murder. The guy didn’t die, he almost did but luckily for me and him he didn’t die.

I plead guilty to battery with a deadly weapon and they dropped the attempted murder charge and they gave me 2-8 years for that, and then they gave me an additional 2-8 years for a gang enhancement. If it’s a gang related crime, you gotta do double. So I went to prison with a minimum of 4 years, and a maximum of 16 years. Most people on that sentence would be out in 6 years. I maxxed out both of my sentences and caught new ones in there. I lost sight of freedom, and just didn’t give a fuck if I ever got out or not. I became institutionalized.

Because in many ways gangs are a part of the counter-culture but they’re not radical counter-culture. There’s so many fucked up aspects about gangs, they’re so destructive, so capitalistic and just fucked up.

And so, because I was in a gang in the streets, I was automatically inducted into the prison gangs and I had to earn my status and reputation within the ranks of the gangs, before I tell you about that, I want to tell you about how I got into a gang. I was influenced partly by my juvenile hall experience but also joining a gang for me was like my way to rebel against society, the social order. I didn’t know about anarchism and stuff like that but I’ve always been an anarchist, I just didn’t know what it was. To me that was my only available outlet at the time to defy society and the social order and just to be a part of the counter-culture. Because in many ways gangs are a part of the counter-culture but they’re not radical counter-culture. There’s so many fucked up aspects about gangs, they’re so destructive, so capitalistic and just fucked up. It’s about domination, power, it’s fucked up. At the time it was my only available outlet. I didn’t wanna work and just be a normal citizen and conform to society, that just wasn’t me. I couldn’t do it.

So I got into the gangs, I went to prison, I got inducted into the prison gangs and there was a lot of gang wars and shit going on between different gang factions and a different gang faction tried to come in and take over and won out the gang faction that I was in. So the prison gang I was in actually died out. It actually ceased to exist, which was fortunate for me because shortly before it ended I was starting to read about anarchism. I was starting to get involved in activism within the prison system. I met this guy in there, his name was Ikemba, he was from San Francisco. He was pulling me up, he was pulling my coat to a lot of things, letting me read books, read articles, and just opening my eyes to real shit. And just my experience of being in prison, just seeing what was really going on, was radicalizing in itself in so many ways.

You’re in a state of constant oppression and so much abuse of power, by the pigs and just the way the prison system is designed I started to become aware and conscious of what was really going on and I wanted to make changes within the system. I wanted to do things to help all the prisoners out, to make it more of a viable situation for us. I wouldn’t say it was reformist, but in some aspects it might have been initially reformist; to make conditions better for prisoners. It was later that I started thinking more from an abolitionist perspective.

In Nevada we didn’t have no solid support from the outside. If you look at all the other prison systems in all the other states, they have advocacy groups, books for prisoners, they had so much support from the communities and we didn’t have any of that in Nevada. It was a graveyard, pigs coming in and killing prisoners, prisoners were dying, just from lack of medical treatment and there was just so much shit going on, prisoners were killing each other, and committing suicide. It was fucked up, it was a graveyard. So we wanted to make changes, build a solid support network for Nevada prisoners, we wanted to start up a prisoner-newsletter, we wanted to bring oversight to the prison, to hold these killer pigs and the warden accountable. So we started doing that, and me and this comrade, Ikemba, we were working together, but eventually it came to a point where we didn’t see eye to eye on a certain issue, so we decided that we would each do our own thing, staying active and in solidarity the whole time. My thing turned into anarchism, and the founding of the first ever prison chapter of Anarchist Black Cross.

So he started doing his thing, and I started doing mine, and we wrote up this form letter together called “Greetings From The Graveyard” and I had someone type it up, we had typewriters in there. But they took the typewriters out because somebody took a metal bar out of the typewriter, sharpened it up, made a shank. This person was celled up with a child molester, and he used this shank that he took from the typewriter and killed his child molester cellie. After that they took all the typewriters out of every prison in Nevada. It was fucked up too because right before they took ‘em, the canteen that was selling ‘em put em on sale, they were originally $200. The canteen lady knew they were gonna take ‘em, so she said “Here’s a sale, we’re gonna start selling em for $100” and people started buying ‘em, then the pigs came in and confiscated everyone’s typewriters. It was fucked up.

I still had a friend in there who had a typewriter, cuz at this time, this was before the guy killed his cellie, so they haven’t taken our typewriters away from us yet, so I had my friend a few cells down type up this form letter. Then I sent the original copy of the form letter to a comrade on the outs, in San Francisco, and she was awesome to make 100 copies of the form letter for me and Ikemba, mailing them back in to us. I got these form letters, called Greetings from the Graveyard, and I got a resource guide which is basically resources for prisoners and different advocacy groups and places that try to help out prisoners, and I’m sending these letters and I’m like “Look, help us out, we’re trying to set up a support network for prisoners in Nevada, we don’t have nothin.”

We didn’t have any medical care. We didn’t have any books. There were so many bookstores for Books For Prisoners for all states but didn’t really send books to Nevada prisons. And we needed books, and we needed all the resources we could get. I wanted to radicalize prisoners, I wanted to bring books in there, start study groups, not just radicalize but educate prisoners. So I started sending this form letter out and I came across this address, this resource in south Chicago called Southside Chicago Anarchist Black Cross. There was this guy named Anthony, he was doing a zine distro and I wrote him and I asked him “What is Anarchist Black Cross? What are zines? Can you help me out with what I’m doin’?” And he sent me a letter back, and he sent me some zines on anarchism and once I started reading it, and really understanding what anarchism was, I was like “fuck yeah this is me, I’m a fucking anarchist!”

We started working together, and he started helping me, radicalizing me, helping me start up my own prison chapter of Anarchist Black Cross, and the rest is history.

Were there any writings, authors specifically or individuals, who played a key role in this process for you?

C: Before I started reading about anarchism, I was reading about the Black Panthers. And I was inspired by their example in many respects but they were Maoist-based, and I wasn’t really into Maoism per se, it was just something I couldn’t really relate to. But when I started reading about anarchism, I could totally identify with that. One of the first books I ever read was Alexander Berkman’s “Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist”, that was good for me. Durruti’s “Anarchists in the Spanish Revolution”, that was fucking awesome. Just all the zines, “What is Anarchism?” “The ABCs of Anarchism,” “The Principles of Anarchism,” Emma Goldman, Voltarine de Cleyre, started reading about the Haymarket anarchists, Lucy Parsons, she’s fucking awesome.

What were some of the hurdles you had to jump to get anarchist literature into prison?

C: Yeah, hurdles is a good word to describe what I had to go through. I felt that the pigs, the administration of Ely State Prison, where I was at, purposefully made it hard for us to obtain the literature that we wanted to obtain. It’s like they knew, they understood better than we did that knowledge is power. And they didn’t want us having that knowledge ‘cause they didn’t want us having that power. You know, it’s just like back in slavery times here in this country. It was illegal for a slave to learn to read and write. Because they wanted to keep slaves ignorant, because they knew that if they kept them ignorant, they kept them docile and obedient and slavish. So it’s kinda like the same thing in prison, they wanted us to stay ignorant. They want us to stay stuck on stupid, to stay with that gang-bangin’ mentality, stay addicted to drugs, stay hating each other. They didn’t want us to gain that knowledge that we needed to empower ourselves. Because once we empower ourselves, we take the power away from them. And they wanted to maintain that power over us, you know. So they put all kinds of obstacles and limitations and rules and regulations 9 to make it difficult and expensive for people to send in reading materials, books, literature. Like for example, just to get a book, it had to be paper-back, it had to be from a publisher, and it had to be approved by the warden before you could send it. People couldn’t just send a book, you had to get approval. And if the pigs felt it was a threat to the security and safety for the institution it would go up for review and they could deny it.

Another reason they use to deny literature is that it may depict guns, because they feel like we could use these guns as an example to make homemade weapons that look like actual guns, that “simulate” I think they call it. They fucking overdo that rule because there’s people that send in cartoonish looking guns that no way depict a real gun and they try to deny it just because it has a picture of even a cartoonish gun. They use their power to do whatever the fuck they want. There’s rules, and then there’s their rules, their interpretation of the rules. And to really challenge that you gotta take ‘em to court, as a prisoner, to win a lawsuit. And that’s so frustrating, and stressful, and overwhelming, because they fuckin’ make you jump through so many damn hoops and shit and so many people give up. They don’t always go through with their lawsuit. As it is, for a prisoner the odds are already stacked against you, society hates you and has already discarded you, and these courts are their courts, not ours. These laws our their laws, not ours. No prisoner, no poor person has had their hand in writing any of these laws, nor have we had a real chance to consent to living by these laws, yet we are imprisoned, caged up, locked down, and banished from society, etc. if we don’t follow the laws that they essentially made against us, not with us, and definitely not for us. So imagine, being a chained prisoner, trying to stand in their courts, to use their laws against them. It is hard, overwhelming, and at times even futile, so yes, many things go unchallenged, not because we don’t want to, but because we don’t know how to challenge them and win.

So they got all these different rules and regulations. Just to get in a zine, which they consider a pamphlet, it had to be one pamphlet per envelope, you couldn’t just put 2 or 3 pamphlets in an envelope, 10 so now you have to separate them into different envelopes which is more expensive. And to get xeroxed copies in, it had to be 10 pieces of paper per envelope. It could be 10 pieces of paper front and back, which is 20 pages. If you wanted to send 100 pages, you had to send it in 10 envelopes. And that’s so expensive for people on the streets to be making all these copies and then send them in 10 envelopes at at time. It was just so overwhelming for my people on the streets that were supporting me, it was just so frustrating and so many times they just wanted to give up. But they didn’t ‘cause they understood how important it was to get these materials and this literature in to the prisoners because I was really trying to flood the prison out with radical literature, empowering literature, educational materials. To really raise consciousness within the gulag, to radicalize the prisoners, to plant the seeds, you know?

But they didn’t ‘cause they understood how important it was to get these materials and this literature in to the prisoners because I was really trying to flood the prison out with radical literature, empowering literature, educational materials. To really raise consciousness within the gulag, to radicalize the prisoners, to plant the seeds, you know?

Once the pigs caught on to what I was trying to do, they really started with their suppression tactics. Losing my mail, stealing my mail, throwing my mail away, ingoing, outgoing. They’re not supposed to read your outgoing mail without notifying you, but they did. They had ways to do it where you didn’t know they were doing it. Where they could just scan an envelope with your writing, they could copy that and transfer that to another envelope so they could take it, open it, scan it, xerox it, and put it in another envelope so that it looks like you wrote and put the address and all that other shit on there. And that’s how they tried to get intelligence on us if they thought we were planning shit, organizing shit, whatever.

So yeah we had to be real careful. Because they did it illegally, they couldn’t use that as evidence in a court of law if they tried to indict you or whatever, it wouldn’t be admissible as evidence. But it helped them gain intelligence on our activities. And from there, they could probably use that intelligence to find other ways to get you!

Another tactic they did, somehow they did something where they could make your outgoing mail get “returned-to-sender” and anything that comes back returned, they can read, they can open it up and legally read. So that’s how they got away with reading your outgoing mail, making it come back “return-to-sender.” They open it and now they’re reading your shit. They’re so fucking tricky, and they’re so despicable, you had to watch out for ‘em. You really had to stay on your toes, and devise codes and communication skills to where you always had to be careful and even when the pigs weren’t watching, you’re always acting like they were. You always assumed they were reading your shit, just as a safety precaution, as security culture. So many obstacles and so many things they do to really try to make it hard and difficult to obtain literature and especially making it difficult to acquire knowledge. That’s why I started a project to build up the prison library. You had no problems checking out books from the library if they were sci-fi, romance novels, westerns, etc. But try to check out a history book, or any type of book that had knowledge in it; you would never see those books, ever!

So, I started up a campaign and had comrades all across the world donating books to the Ely State Prison library. That was going really well until the pigs caught on, and then of course they fired the teacher in charge of the library, took the prisoners who had library jobs for years, and took that job away from all prisoners, and over 20 boxes of books that people sent in to the library were reportedly taken to the back of the prison and burnt. And then that was the end of that. From there it went back to the underground education of having your people order books and send them in to you so you could read them and pass them on. They found ways to try to crush that too; making it against the rules to share books and personal property, and if you were in the hole then your people weren’t allowed to send you books. We rioted and fought that shit though. We always found ways to fight back.

What kind of organizing did you do while you were in prison and how was this received by the other prisoners?

C: I had a lot of respect from the majority of the prisoners, all the different races and all the different gangs. They all knew who I was and they all listened to what I had to say and my word carried weight. My word was pretty much golden in there because I always made it a duty to make sure my word was good. If I said something, I kept my word and my credibility was also pretty good. So like if I said to somebody “Hey that motherfucker over there, that motherfucker ain’t no good. You don’t wanna associate with that person.” That was enough to get people to listen to me. Most of the time you had to provide paperwork and prove what you’re saying about somebody, but if you had a good reputation, credibility, that was enough, a lot of the time. And people knew I wouldn’t slander people out of personal dislike or anything. If I said somebody was no-good, it’s because he was no good. It was because he was a rat (snitch), a child molester, or a rapist, something despicable that we didn’t want to deal with, or his character was fucked up. That’s what we meant by “no-good.” Mostly, though, I would always try to back up my word with paperwork, or proof, so that people could see what I was saying was truth.

So people listened to me and I learned respect from the many sacrifices I made. I shed blood in there, I shed the pigs’ blood. In situations that was because the pigs were fucking with other prisoners, and we had enough of it and I felt like I needed to take it in my own hands. I’ve cut pigs, I’ve broken pigs’ noses, I’ve sent pigs to the hospital three times. So I felt like every day was like warfare to me. I felt that was the situation I was in, a war zone. I went to war, and other prisoners saw that and recognized what I was doing. I was going to bat for motherfuckers in there of all different races, even different gang factions, I was standing up for them. And the pigs were at war with me. I have been brutalized and beaten down, assaulted and abused in all kinds of ways by those hateful, vindictive prison guards. I have been set up, tormented, and terrorized in there. Man, it was so fucked up, horrible. And so yeah, other prisoners; they respected me, the younger prisoners especially looked up to me. They said “Yeah this motherfucker, he’s down. He’s a rider. He’s really about his shit, he’s about the business.” And they liked that.

So I had their attention, their respect, their admiration, so now I could sit there and tell them about anarchism, about the struggle, about “fuck the police” and why. Why it’s “fuck the police,” why we need to start taking control of our own lives and organizing ourselves so that we can have our own shit and we don’t have to look to the system, so that we don’t have to turn to the pigs to help us with our conflicts. It’s on us to take care of our shit. And they understood these basic concepts. And I tried to radicalize the gang members, I tried to bring gang members together, opposing gang members, to bring them together against our true enemy, which was the pigs. We’re all under the same gun, we’re all under the same pigs, and the same system. We’re all going through the same shit, we’re all under lockdown, we’re all wearing the same handcuffs, and we’re all in the same situation, eating the same fucked up food. It don’t matter what gang you’re from, it’s all the same for everybody, so I try to show these prisoners that we’re up against a real enemy, we don’t need to be fighting each other, we need to come together and fight the pigs. And there were situations where we had to do that, and I brought different races together. I brought enemy gang factions together, and we fought the pigs. We started riots and demonstrations against the pigs.

There was so much tension building up at some times, it took just one little thing to really jump shit off. If they didn’t feed a prisoner, they would do that, they were very vindictive, and that’s how they tried to get prisoners to obey their bullshit petty rules. “Oh you’re going to be an asshole? We’re not going to feed you today.” And we’d say “Okay, you’re not going to feed him today? You’re not going to feed us today? We’re going to get you. There’s gonna be war, there’s gonna be hell to pay. You’re gonna feed that man, you’re gonna feed that motherfucker, or you’re gonna deal with all of us.” And that’s what they had to do. They put their hands on somebody once, that shit fucking….I had to yell, out on the tier; “Can we get some solidarity up in this motherfucker?!” And everybody was like “Hell yeah you got that” and it just went off. It was my neighbor, the kid in the cell next to my cell, they tried to break his arm, and he was trying to help me out. He was looking out for me cuz he knew the pigs were coming in to tear my cell up. So he tried to help me and have my back and they went and nearly broke his arm. So we started a riot over that, all I had to do was shout “can we get some solidarity up in here?” and it went off! So many different instances where me and my comrades, cuz I’ve radicalized many prisoners in there, and gotten them out of gangs, and now they’re anarchists, and we set that shit on fire up in that motherfucker. I’m telling you man, we set that shit on fire, we fucking flooded that shit out, we started riots, it was us, me and my comrades. We were getting blamed by the pigs for startin’ the riots, so then they started separating us. They started isolating us, but that wasn’t enough, that didn’t even stop us. We were still turning the tables, and we were still doing what we had to do. We were relentless.

Could you speak about how you and your comrades started up a lot of different projects and agitation in prison?

C: We started collectives, I’ve trained and educated other anarchists that weren’t anarchists before, a lot of them were gang-members, and I’ve helped them get out of the gangs, and I’ve radicalized them, and once they started learning and reading and studying up about anarchism, they realized just like I have that they were anarchists all this time. They just didn’t know what it was and they didn’t know what it meant to be an anarchist in a world of oppression and confinement. So I’ve personally trained them, in survival tactics, in everything. How to survive that situation in prison, anarchist thought and principles, how to be a guerrilla, how to be a militant anarchist, cuz you had to be militant in that situation. It definitely felt that way. We were combatants, in the midst of a muthafuckin warzone. The Nevada prison system was so violent, now that I look back on it I am really starting to see how violent it was in ways I don’t think I wholly understood then. One thing that’s kind of ironic, I guess, is the pressure there was to be hard, to be violent. Like prisoners would always minimize it and discredit it, comparing it to the California prison system, saying things like Nevada was soft, or weak, and “this prison system wasn’t shit,” or comparing it to what it used to be like back in the day, which I feel set some type of precedent to be hard, harder, more violent. Which is fuckin’ crazy! So yeah there was a lot of training, a lot of every day dialogue, amongst me and my comrades in there, we had to do it on paper, we had to write in code, and we had to return each other’s notes to each other. Not because we didn’t trust each other, but it was a way to watch each other’s back, to cover your tracks, to know, to be able to sleep at night knowing there’s nothing out there that can get you. It’s kinda like deleting a text out here, just being secure, safe. We also would communicate using sign language when we could.

Other than the collectives, and the training, there was a newsletter, a website about Nevada prisons, the library project I mentioned before, the everyday mission to raise consciousness in there, we wrote zines, we organized, and we learned and relearned ways to stick together, fight together, rise together, stand together and stay together, even though there was so much and so many trying to tear us apart!

In what ways were you able to turn the tables on the prison guards?

C: Okay. After I started like 2-3 riots in 2-3 months, they were moving me from tier to tier cuz I was on high-risk potential, HRP, there were over 1,000 prisoners in that prison, but there were only 33 of us that were on HRP. So if you were on HRP that meant you were a real threat to them. That label meant that you were dangerous in their eyes. So they had you under tighter restrictions. Being on HRP meant you were in Super Max, in a maximum security prison, so there was more tighter restrictions on you. Just to walk, if I wanted to go to the shower, and if the shower was 5 feet from my cell, they had to get 3 pigs in full riot gear, with the shields on their helmets and the stab-proof vest on, they cuff me behind my back, made me get on my knees and put shackles on my legs and they put a leash on me attached to my handcuffs that were behind my back and made me walk, 3 pigs just to walk 5 feet to the shower and back. They would shake my cell down once a week, sometimes even 3 times a week. If I was in a visit, I had to be behind glass while shackled and chained, even though it was a non-contact visit I’m still chained and shackled behind glass which to me is not even necessary, just like making you get on your knees, it’s not necessary, it’s more like a “I’m showing you who’s the boss” type of situation, it’s a control thing. It’s a power move. It’s degrading in so many ways, just to come out of your cell you had to take all your clothes off, lift up your nuts, lift up your penis, lift up the bottom of your feet, bend over and spread your cheeks, cough, they look up your ass, just to come out your cell. Which was more degrading than anything. Even if I wanted to stuff contraband up my ass, which I have before, bending over and coughing isn’t gonna make it come out, it doesn’t work. The only way they can really find contraband is if they take you to the X-ray.

I could tell you an example of me turning the tables in a situation… after I started this riot on August 5th, they were tired of me, tired of my shit. And they knew I started this riot, the one where I say “Can we get some solidarity in here?” And they came in and they took me to the infirmary and they put me in this cell all the way on the end by myself and they wouldn’t put any other prisoners in the cell next to mine, they wanted to keep me alone. To fuckin isolate me, man. The warden came and said, “You know you gotta knock this shit off, Coyote, you gotta knock off all your Abbey Hoffman stunts, no more Abbey Hoffman stunts! We’re gonna keep you here until you go home. We feel you have too much influence over the other prisoners and you’re gonna stay right here in the infirmary until you go home!” There was an officer that worked there, she fell in love with me. We had a romantic relationship going on. She started doing stuff for me, she’s bringing stuff in for me, she’s passing out my zines to other prisoners in the infirmary for me. I’m radicalizing prisoners through this pig, this pig who’s helping me now. You know what I’m saying? And I can talk about all of this now, because the guard doesn’t work there anymore, and everyone else related to this story has been transferred out of state…

I had a relative, he’s not really blood but he was like a relative to me cuz me and my family adopted him and he was in prison for stabbing a child molester on the streets. He worked in the law library, so he was like a legal-beagle, but because I was in the infirmary I was allowed to see a law-clerk. Now he’s doing stuff for me, through the law library he’s making free copies of all my literature for me, he’s passing ‘em unit to unit for me, he’s passing messages to my comrades in the other units for me, so it was like the best place for me to be. Here they are tryin to isolate me, yet I’m in a really good position here now! You know what I’m saying?

We started collectives, I’ve trained and educated other anarchists that weren’t anarchists before, a lot of them were gang-members, and I’ve helped them get out of the gangs, and I’ve radicalized them, and once they started learning and reading and studying up about anarchism, they realized just like I have that they were anarchists all this time.

I had porters that came through, they were campers, they didn’t live inside the prison, their camp was outside the prison, so they were like minimum custody, I’d have them passing notes and zines and stuff for me to other people in the infirmary when they’d come by to sweep. I’d just throw it out there and they’d sweep it up, they’d put it under the broom and put it where it needed to go. There was this guy there in the prison, a friend of mine that I’ve known for 10 years, and he was an extreme escape risk. He tried to crawl through the light, allegedly, twice and got on the roof and was almost gone. He’s the adopted son of a millionaire golfer, and this dude was in there for armed robbery, robbing jewelry stores and shit. He was badass. And this dude was really dangerous, I loved him. We were gonna go on some shit together, that didn’t happen cuz someone snitched on us when they thought they heard us cutting through something, and so they raided us, they raided our cells and separated us. But anyways, he was on HRP because, allegedly, he climbed through the light and got on the roof. They put him on HRP for that. And while he was on HRP he did it again! He needed two more days and he would have been gone on Halloween. They went in on a random cell search just to see what he was doing, and they got him. And so they put him up in the infirmary in this special cell behind double-doors and he didn’t have shoes, socks, they wouldn’t let him have anything in his cell, the pigs weren’t even allowed to talk to him. The nurses weren’t allowed to talk to him. Anytime they gave him his tray, or his medication, he took tylenol every day, he had it set up with the nurse, and he did that not because he wanted the tylenol, but that was his way to be able to tell what time it was because he knew the nurse would come at a certain time of the day. He had no windows in his cell, nothing, you can’t see any sunlight, no daylight, he’s completely isolated. No one can talk to him, he has no communications with anybody, so he doesn’t even know what time of day it is, no way to keep track of time. And just be able to keep track of time was kind of a way to keep track of your sanity. I penetrated through their security and was able to talk to him every night, because of that officer I was having a relationship with, and another pig I had compromised. They call it “compromising staff.”

What they try to do in there, they try to condition you to be a bootlicker, to be a slave, to be a snitch, to be an obedient, conformist, boot-lickin’ pig-lovin’ snitchin-ass inmate. That’s their job to condition us, and so it was kinda our job to try to condition them, to try to get them to relate to our situation, to sympathize with what we were going through, to try to bring shit in for us, to try to do shit for us, to try to turn a blind eye to shit when we’re doing shit.

So they try to condition us, and we try to condition them. And if you are successful, they call that “compromising staff,” it’s a write-up. They could take you to court if you get caught and they’re bringing in serious stuff for you. I must mention that it wasn’t always the aim of every prisoner to try to compromise the pigs, some prisoners didn’t want nothing to do with pigs at all, they didn’t want to talk to pigs at all, or pretend to be friendly with them in any kind of way. And that’s respectable. I spent many, many years with that “fuck the pigs” attitude, don’t talk to me pig, I ain’t got no words for you. Honestly though, even when I have compromised staff it was still fuck them. I just looked at it as exploiting my enemies weaknesses, but I held strongly to my code, never gave pigs information, never snitched on anyone, ever! So yeah, I compromised a few pigs.

So they were able to turn his speaker on and my speaker on at the same time, and we could talk to each other. The pigs couldn’t even hear us, no one could hear us. And we’d talk every night. I’d talk to him, and help him keep his sanity. I had people on the streets, activists, by this time I had whole support networks for Nevada prisoners, we had a website, we had a newsletter, and the website brings oversight to the prison system and now they can’t abuse us and fuck with us and get away with it ‘cause they got people watching. I got at people out here, activist people out here, and I’m letting ‘em know “Look, they got this guy in here isolated, torturing him. They can’t do this, legally they can’t do this. We gotta do something, we gotta get him out of this cell.” And once they found out, that I had my people…

I don’t know if they knew about the relationship I had with that officer, but I think somehow they found out about that, I think some jealous prisoner peeped what was going on and snitched on me or something, they got me out of that infirmary quick and they put me right back in the hole. Right in with all the other prisoners, all that shit the warden was talking “You’re gonna be here until you go home!” Nah, nope. I turned the tables on ‘em, and they fucked up. They didn’t realize that by putting me in the infirmary, that that was the best place for me. Because I could do so much shit, and I could get messages and literature through all the different units, to the law-clerk, who was like my relative, and they had no way of stopping that. If it’s a letter through the mail, they could read that. But this was an underground communication network, and they can’t read it. So it’s like the best place for me to really be able to organize and reach out to all my comrades on all the different units, so that’s how I turned the tables. And once 20 they caught on to what was going on, boom! They hurried up and got me out of there. And all that shit that motherfucking warden was talkin’ about, unh-uh. I made him eat his words.

Did you maintain a workout regimen while you were inside? How and why was this important to you?

C: Absolutely. You maintain a workout regiment in there because it was important and necessary to stay combat-ready. Physically and mentally, you have to stay combat ready, even if you’re locked down in a cell all day, even in times of peace you are ready for war because you’re in a war zone. Even if you’re locked down in a cell all by yourself. You feel it, it’s a war zone. Cause you’re under a fucking gun, they have a gun on you to keep you in check. They’ll shoot you with that motherfucking gun. They had a shotgun. They had a Mini-14, and they used forced to try to get you to obey. Until you had 8 men suiting up in riot gear, running in your cell with shields, coming in and beating you up. So you had to be ready and able to fight pigs, to take their shield away from them and fight as much as you can and last as long as you can. If you can last 30 seconds before they get you and take you down, then you did good. So you had to stay ready for that. And it’s just a violent, unpredictable, unstable environment. So you had to be combat ready at all times. You had to be physically in shape and it was also a desire cuz you see pigs every day, and those pigs aren’t always in shape. So you wanted to make sure you were in better shape and condition than your enemy, even the pigs that were in shape you wanted to make sure you were stronger, faster and more agile than them.

Everybody had different regiments, whatever suited you. I did a lot of cardio and burpees. I felt that I wanted strength and stamina. I felt that those were necessary, and that was the training I did. A lot of people would do shit, prisoners are some of the most ingenuitive people you’ll ever know. When you got nothing but time on your hands, you find ways to become creative and ingenuitive. You find ways to take whatever you’ve got in front of you and to make something out of that shit. Make it into something else so that you could use it in your every day existence. We made weight-bags, we stole the big old garbage bags, we had to do some techniques to try to fish it in through the door and shit. We’d fill em up with water and we’d make weight-bags out of that, we’d do curls, you could do back-arm curls, you could do shoulders with em. Or you could get a pillowcase or laundry bag and fill it up with a bunch of books or a bunch of paper work and make weight out of it, and you made weights like that. That was one way to get bulky, to get big.

But you had to eat a lot, you had to eat a lot of protein. The food wasn’t good there, it wasn’t very nutritious, it always helped if you had someone on the outside supporting you, putting money into your commissary, so you could buy your own food, peanut butter and fish and other things that had lots of protein if you really wanted to bulk up. But mostly not everybody had money. More practical was cardio and push ups and stuff that you could do in your cell every day without weights cause even if you did have your own weights they could come in and take them from you anytime. So it was better to learn how to use your bunk, use your sink, use your desk, and just do push ups off of that, do back-arms off of that, do shoulders off that. So that you could still work out even if they stripped your cell and took out everything you had in your cell. Basic cardio, do jumping-jacks, running in place, mountain climbers, burpees, shadowboxing.

Also, it’s good for your overall mental health, to stay in shape, and to stay exercising, it helps your well being in so many ways, and in a situation like that where you’re constantly locked down, constantly oppressed, you need to take care of yourself. You need to stay busy, active, healthy, strong, not just physically but strong in every way. Cuz if you didn’t, that shit will take you under. That was kinda like, a part of resistance, just staying strong, staying healthy, staying in shape. That’s a way that we resisted the things that were trying to oppress us, trying to kill us. Ruin us, destroy us. Working out had a lot to do with that.

Now that you are out, it seems that you have been welcomed with open arms into a community of anarchists. Could you talk about this experience?

C: I feel like I got the best friends ever. I was locked up in Nevada, and I was reading zines about Olympia, I was reading about shit that was going on with the anarchists here and I knew that this was where I had to come. Somehow I got in contact with some people out here, and we started writing while I was in prison. And when I got out, they introduced me to everybody here, and they welcomed me with open arms, like you said, and I felt so welcomed by everybody. My first day here, one of the comrades who I had been writing to here, they had never met me, we wrote a couple letters to each other, we talked on the phone a couple of times, but other than that they didn’t really know me. And they said “You know what, I’m not gonna be there tonight and my roommates are gonna be gone, but you can stay at our house tonight, it’s open. Come on in.” And that, who does that? That was so awesome to let me stay in their house and they don’t even know me. That’ s love, that’s real. And I’m homeless right now, I still haven’t been able to get a permanent place of residency for myself. Still struggling to get on my feet. Still waiting for income and stuff like that to really be able to get my own place and pay my own rent. I’m homeless but every night I have a place to stay because of my friends here. They make sure I’m taken care of.

I went to jail on New Year’s Eve, we went to a noise demo in Seattle and I got nabbed by the pigs for whatever reason. And my friends bailed me out, they paid $1,500 to bail me out, to make sure I got out of jail. They didn’t have to do that, I would have been out in a couple of days and I could do a couple of days. That’s nothing to me, I did 16 years. But they went and made sure that they had that, they raised $1,500 and bailed me out. That’s love. I really feel that everybody here has my back, and I’ve got theirs, and they’ve made me feel so welcome. And it’s awesome.

What are some of the things you struggle with in transitioning to life on-the-outside after 16 years in prison?

C: I don’t really know, this is all new to me. Sometimes I feel like I have adapted very, very well. People that know me from before I went to prison, they even say it’s like I never been gone, I never been to prison. I feel like I’m a coyote, and that’s real. You can take a coyote out of the desert, out of a Nevada desert and throw that motherfucker out in Africa somewhere, and that motherfucker’s gonna survive. That motherfucker’s gonna adapt and survive in any environment, in any situation, it’s gonna adapt and survive. And that’s me. Whatever, wherever, whenever, I’m going to adapt and I’m going to survive. So the transition from prison, to not being in prison, hasn’t really been rough for me. I don’t know. I feel like it might take years to really understand the trauma, because it has been brutal, my life has been very fuckin’ hard. I am kind of numb to it all right now, and it will probably take years to really process it all.

I do have some struggles. I’ve been locked up 16 years in prison, and 7 years before that in Juvenile. It’s hard for me, I don’t know how to cook. I don’t have basic cooking skills. You don’t really cook your own meals in maximum security prison, all that shit is brought to your cell. So I’m just trying to learn stuff like that, how to feed myself. I feel like I’m still kind of dependent on others in certain situations like that, where I need help to learn how to cook and stuff.

Also, just learning things around gender non-conformity and really trying to stay on top of that, being mindful and respectful around people’s pronouns. Many of my comrades are trans, or genderneutral, or gender-fliud, and gender non-conforming, and I am excitedly learning a better analysis and understanding around these things!

Other than that, you could say I have PTSD, definitely. I just came out of a war zone, I’m always alert, always paying attention to noises and sounds, hyper-vigilant. I’m always looking for a threat, I’m always looking for danger, I’m ready for confrontation, I’m ready for something to happen. Even when things aren’t happening, aren’t going to happen, I’m always looking at the possibility of what could happen. Even walking down the street in downtown, and Olympia is so friendly. I can’t even get into a fight here, but I feel like I’m ready for it, it could happen but it doesn’t. My friend said that that is PTSD, and I never really looked at it that way. I always felt that to be aware, to be ready, is good for a warrior, and I’m a warrior.

So to be a warrior, you have to be ready for war even in times of peace. That’s what Sun Tzu said in The Art Of War. And that’s how I feel that I am due to my incarceration, my experience of being in a constant state of war. But I need to take a deeper look at this shit, and realize that this is fuckin trauma I’m dealing with and figure out how to deal with this shit…

The night I first got out, I was at my grandma’s house in Vegas, and we were sitting around eating my first dinner after being released; buffalo-meatloaf, and it was so peaceful. I’m sitting here at the dinner table at my grandma’s house, with family who I haven’t seen in years, sitting around, some that were born when I was in prison, and it was so nice and peaceful. And I felt suddenly this thing where I felt like somebody could just come in and kick the door down and disturb us and violate us. And I shook it off, cuz I was trying to stay rooted in reality, knowing that that’s not going to happen. I shook it off and I was fine.

But that just comes from being in prison, it’s PTSD. I was never at peace. I was always ready and expectant of something bad and fucked up to happen.

But that just comes from being in prison, it’s PTSD. I was never at peace. I was always ready and expectant of something bad and fucked up to happen. Even in prison I stayed rooted in reality and that helped me carry over to this shit here. Cuz a lot of prisoners that have done time, even those who have done less time than me, have been destroyed, ruined, broken, decimated by that experience, by those conditions, and they can’t handle this shit. They can’t come out and be a productive member of society. They can’t be around people, large crowds of people, they can’t function out here because of their experience in prison. They weren’t strong-minded and everybody can’t always be strong. There’s some people who aren’t strong, unfortunately but that’s a reality. And they’ve been broken by there horrifying experiences and they can’t function out here and a lot of them go back to prison, or worse. So I’m mindful of that, but I think it’s my strength that’s carried me through and my determination to survive to adapt. To make it. It’s all really helped me a lot in my transition. But I feel like in many ways I am not strong, too. I have many weaknesses, and I think I just need to take a deeper look at these things, and understand how to be weak, how to allow myself to be weak. And how to get through my moments of weakness.

Before wrapping up this interview I feel like there’s more I want to say: I feel prison support is very important. We need to start writing prisoners, getting involved in prisoners lives. And anarchist prisoners, yes. But not all prisoners are anarchists, but potentially a lot of them are. So I feel it should be our job as anarchists to try to radicalize as many prisoners as we can. The ones that aren’t anarchists, we should try to turn them on to anarchism and help them become radicalized and bring them back out to our communities. Bring them out to us, the way I came out, and now I’m apart of this anarchist community here in Olympia and Seattle. That’s what we need to be doing, is radicalizing prisoners in there and bringing them out to us, bringing them back into our anarchist communities. And I think that’s an important and realistic way for us to do prison abolition work. It could lead to bigger and greater things, but it all starts with this. It all starts with planting the seeds of anarchism within the prison system.

Honestly, you would think that prisoners being the most oppressed by the state would be more inclined to embrace anarchism, but truthfully and sadly, that’s not the case at all because the influence within the prison system isn’t anarchist. It’s capitalistic, it’s racist, it’s sexist, it’s homophobic, it’s classist, it’s so fucked up in so many ways, it’s hard to be an anarchist in prison. It’s hard to be around that and many anarchists find themselves alone, alienated from the rest of the prisoners. And I’m a social butterfly, I can’t be alone for long. So you put me in a situation like that, I’m gonna turn the tables and I’m gonna start radicalizing motherfuckers and I’m not gonna be alone no more, there’s gonna be some anarchists with me. Not everybody’s like that, I’m a social butterfly but a lot of my comrades in there are a lot more reclusive….that’s one way to say that….more to themselves. Introverted. They’re not the type to reach out to others, meet new people, they’re just more comfortable with the select few that they know.

Anyways, I feel it should be our duty to reach out to prisoners, to radicalize prisoners that aren’t anarchists and try to give them zines and have a little dialogue with them, maybe try to help them organize and get organized within the prison, help them fight against the every day stagnation, the every day racism, every day fucked up shit that goes on in prison. I think it’s important, it’s necessary, and it’s something that not enough anarchists do, they’re more about supporting political or anarchist prisoners, opposed to supporting all prisoners, social prisoners, helping them develop a social consciousness. A class consciousness. I think that’s something we should be doing, because prisoners are the most oppressed people by the State. And I feel that people, once they start learning about anarchism, they’ll start understanding it and embracing it.

Before wrapping up this interview I feel like there’s more I want to say: I feel prison support is very important. We need to start writing prisoners, getting involved in prisoners lives. And anarchist prisoners, yes. But not all prisoners are anarchists, but potentially a lot of them are.

I believe, essentially, that all prisoners are political prisoners. I believe this cuz I think those who get to make the laws, as well as those who get to impose and enforce the laws are all of the ruling class, while these laws are mostly being imposed on the lower class, poor people, and people of color, and I think mostly because the conditions of crime and poverty are created and maintained by capitalism, not to mention that it has been proven time and time again that police are racist and that they lie, plant evidence, withhold evidence, and all kinds of racist, unfair, fucked up shit they do. There’s no such thing as a fair trial for poor people and people of color, cuz most of the time we don’t take it to trial; it’s just safer on us to plea out, even if we’re innocent. This is all in a world where law and order wasn’t made to serve and protect the people in the barrios, ghettos, projects, in the hoods, or on the muthafuckin’ reservations! We are talking about mass incarceration of entire populations and shit, and with the so called war on drugs and all that, when it’s been the damn government bringing the drugs in this entire time, I really don’t see how this isn’t political???

Prisoners are a powerless people. As a prisoner I was a powerless person, and over and over again the muthafuckas who held me there tried to remind me of this fact. I have so much trauma to remind me. I have been brutalized and beaten while hogtied, beaten while handcuffed, I have been shot, tazed, pepper sprayed and so many fucked up, terrible things have happened to me while behind enemy lines. How this is going to impact me now that I’m out; I don’t even know, but I feel like I will probably be processing this shit for years, honestly. I just know that I always fought back and I fought hard. Powerless or not, they fought me dirty, cuz they are scandalous, and I’m really surprised that I’m still alive. I felt like I had to be a muthafuckin combatant in there, one with a guerrilla mindset. The more powerless they tried to make me feel, the more I tried to rebel against that, mostly to show myself that I still had power, that I still had control over my body, mind, and over my own abilities and shit. I went to muthafuckin war with those bastards and I was relentless! Guerrilla warfare teaches you how to fight and defeat an enemy more powerful than you, and I definitely had a taste of that. But, you know, I don’t think I ever found a way to fight those fuckers without burying myself deeper into their clutches. And that’s something I should probably reflect on. After all that, now it’s time to piece myself back together and try to see how much of myself I lost in that war…

I can’t believe I made it out of that graveyard alive, wow! My heart is with my dear comrades who I left behind.

Fuck prisons! Let there come a day when there aren’t any!