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

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Jury Duty Calls...Anarchy Answers.

Look what I got in the mail! Here I thought they were going to be charging me with a felony, and they want me to sit on a jury instead.

I politely declined, of course.
I could have gone the subversive route and helped hang a jury or nullify charges against some poor tagger, instead, but while I do love theater, I'm not that good at masquerading as something I'm absolutely not - which, in this case, would be a "good citizen".

Anyway, I thought a lot before filling this out and dropping it in the mail. I guess it's fair to say that I'm a declared anarchist now - sworn and signed to in my declaration to the state about why I'm just not fit for their jury duty. Sooner or later, I'll be able to articulate just what kind of anarchy I embrace - I try to avoid labels like that, but nothing else really seems to explain my critique of American "democracy" and the criminal justice system. Quakerism competes, though, when it comes to sorting out what strategies and tactics I prefer...real anarchists would probably call me something of a wuss (which is probably one reason I've avoided claiming to be one of them until now).

I hope the courts don't think I'm just kidding around with my answers. I mean, I do dress like an outlaw, draw on the sidewalk, and taunt the cops sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't take this business of crime and punishment very seriously. I just thought they might not want to waste their time (and mine) by dragging me all the way down there just to shake their heads when they get a look and send me home.

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