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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Sunday, June 19, 2011

With Love from The Colonel's Daughter...

Happy Father's Day to my old man...


Thanks to Catie Curtis for this tune.


from Truth From Lies

He's got an old chair
It's got no seat
Cracked snow shoes and
Warped wooden skis
Hard-covered books
Pages all turned brown
My Dad has a reason
For everything he keeps around

So if you need something
When times get hard
You can probably find it
In my Dad's yard
And if you need hope
If you're coming apart
You can surely find it
In my Dad's heart

You never really know
Just what might be in store
If you go in the barn
And open boxes on the second floor
Cause underneath the paper
Crumpled up in balls
You might find a gem or
You might find nothing at all

And that's the fun of it
It's that mystery
In all these things
Bearing other people's history
You can look at this stuff
Wonder where it's been
You can pick it up
And you can use it again

So if you need something
When times get hard
You can probably find it
In my Dad's yard
And if you need hope
If you're coming apart
You can surely find it
In my Dad's heart

He can see the beauty
Beneath the dust and grime
He can see potential
Where the rest of us are blind
He will polish the grey
Until it shines clear blue
And if you know my Dad
He won't give up on you

So if you need something
When times get hard
You can probably find it
In my Dad's yard
And if you need hope
If you're coming apart
You can surely find it
In my Dad's heart


c. 1995 catie curtis





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