Trading short term violence for long term struggle

I’ve spent my whole life being angry and confused with law enforcement, the U.$., and just people in general. In my confusion I’ve taken my anger out on the pigs these past fourteen years, with many assaults on officers, attempting to disarm an officer, anything to rebel against this system of lies everybody has fully embraced and accepted.

I’ll admit for a while there I was beginning to believe I was the problem: not having pride in the Amerikan troops in Iraq like the rest. Hating these pigs for giving my father the raw deal over and over. My whole life witnessing my family deteriorate by losing touch with each other because most all of us are felons. Never being able to fight back because there’s not enough money to fight these charges, paying fines eternally.

I want to thank all the comrades who put the word out about your beliefs and platform because my blinders are off because of all your hard work. You see I’m currently in Utah’s UNITA One facility. It is Supermax solitary, or intensive management unit (the hole), for just plain anger related incidents. I came to prison this time for attempting to disarm a pig. I figured I’d take one of them fuckers out at least, and my life would seem worthwhile or my family would feel the utter hate I have for these people who have destroyed everything I hold dear through their constant harassments.

I’m 26 years old, just eight months ago I wrote to the Maoist Prison cell, seeking reading materials to pass the time. These past eight months I’ve become almost drunk on all these misconceptions. I’ve been exposed to the truth. I feel anger still, but it’s not at those small town pigs, it’s at the imperialist pigs who run the U.$.

Now there’s a whole bigger picture and I want to contribute to the struggle. I see now it’s like they wanted me to go off so they could just brush me aside and either kill me or place me in a cell. I feel the rightness when I read Mao’s words and see the total wrongness in this system, in these CO’s eyes as they torture us, force medicate us. I was very close to just succumbing to these offers of medications. Like I said I thought it was me who was wrong, seeing Amerika as evil. My struggle brought me here though, and I’m happy for that because my mind’s just been seeking the rhyme and reason and my back’s been strengthened enough to put my weight behind just such a cause.

I smile now at these COs when they toss my cell or write me up. I laugh at these psychiatrists when they tell me I need medication. I feel pity the same way a person feels pity on a weaker boxer in a title bout. For these pigs, they’ll lose.

So for now I’ll continue my study and contribute all I’m able to the fight with hopes of gaining enough wisdom to spread the message to a lost soul like I was someday. I’m literally the only prisoner in my section (the hole) who is not all zoned out on medications. I was very close to being unable to even struggle with anything but my own medicated thoughts - out of despair I came close to just getting on medication. Yet my drugs is in my exercise knowing there’s many years ahead to fight a just cause. My drug’s in the look on these guards faces when a grievance causes loss of jobs, positions and face. I live now in a torture chamber, the lowest possible position (except death row three sections down) a man can be in. But I see myself rising to the most high position possible: comrade in a struggle to bring true justice to the world’s population.