THIS BLOG is NOW RETIRED

I began this blog in May 2009 following the death of Marcia Powell at Perryville State Prison in Goodyear, Arizona. It is not intended to prescribe the path that leads to freedom from the prison industrial complex.

Rather, these are just my observations in arguably the most racist, fascist, militaristic state in the nation at a critical time in history for a number of intersecting liberation movements. From Indigenous resistance to genocidal practices, to the fight over laws like SB1070 and the ban on Ethnic Studies, Arizona is at the center of many battles for human rights, and thus the struggle for prison abolition as well - for none are free until all are. I retired the blog in APRIL 2013.

Visit me now at Arizona Prison Watch or Survivors of Prison Violence-AZ

David Rovics: We Are Everywhere

To my fellow activists now struggling through life - let this be a reminder that you are not alone and that we desperately need you here. All the injustice, grief, war, and human suffering calls for us to stay and do everything we can about it - you can't help us anymore when you're gone. Don't give up the fight - your last shred of hope may just keep someone else alive, too.
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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Friends of Marcia Powell, To Perryville Prisoners
















                                                                                                           

Outside Three Roots Cafe, Tempe, AZ 

                           Friends of Marcia Powell




 

Everyone else on campus rubbed Marcia Powell out the first night she arrived - only ASU's new "School of Social Transformation" left the chalk in place, her voice calling out for some change. They even hung her sign in the window. This helped gain my respect considerably. 

So did the fact that my two profs came to watch my back at the grand unveiling, since I'd earlier announced through several channels every intent to disrupt it. I'd already made other plans, however, that didn't necessitate creating a disturbance or getting arrested by the time the two Air Force officers sat down next to me, so we were all cool with eachother. Drs. G. & Q made themselves known when they saw the soldiers with me, and sat right over my shoulder in case I needed them - it was kind of like having Copwatch there, just in case things got crazy. 

I actually stopped thinking about myself long enough to chat with the officer right next to me for a few minutes. It was the 8th anniversary of the start of the war in Afghanistan; none of us said that aloud, but you could hear it hovering there, between us, when she told me they could ship out any day.  I wished silently that they didn't have to keep going at all, but offered her my blessings for a safe journey home again. Support the Troops, not the War.


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