I am a Mexican National Citizen raised in the old ways of making
business. Our word was always good to our dying last breath. In prison
politics and Mexican politics, the word is meaningless. (Tell that to
good Tio Colosio, who paid with his life for believing someone else’s
word.)
Well, after 20 years in a main line or so-called active yards, I made
the transition to the SNY yard. Here, I found lots of brothers
(i.e. comrades), that made the transition years and even decades ago.
Fortunately, I escaped the usual brainwashing that my Chicano
counterparts are exposed to in the schools and ghettos. So, I called
quits, and came over to the bizarre world. I found that most of my new
comrades lacked any type of political consciousness. Time after time
they declined my attempt to read some of my literature. It did not
escape my mind that I once was like that too. It took me years to awaken
to the cruel reality of my imprisonment.
Anyway, my first celly was a white male. And I discovered what I have
always known in theory: We are all ignorant, poor, and damned
(regardless of skin color, creed, or gang affiliation). For reasons that
are not pertinent to this essay my new celly only last me less than 24
hours. Nevertheless, he left a deep impression in my consciousness. He
told me that on the line his shot caller actually put a hit on him, over
a $50.00 pruno debt. So he had to assume the position and allowed his
beloved celly, who was a few months short to go home. And he was stabbed
about three times. That is how out of control the prison gangs are.
So that the readers know: The average Mexican National prisoner doesn’t
belong to cartels, or street and prison gangs. Most Mexicanos are
unaware of the avalanche of prison politics coming their way. Without no
shame I can say that had my counselor told me about my expected role to
serve at the active yard I should have checked out right there and then.
It wasn’t meant to be, so I was set up, by a failed rehabilitation
system. I was immediately classified as a “PAISA” or “BORDER BROTHER.”
This STG (Security Threat Group) is under the direct order of the
Sureños Prison Gang (like to be ordered to do hits and follow gang’s
rules).
Unbeknownst to the Mexican, all of these violent incidents will be used
by the Board of Parole Hearings (“BPH”). God forbid one has a stabbing
ten years ago. They literally act the part to be surprised that these
kind of thing happen in prison. Even a disciplinary citation over a
stolen apple will be used to say that one is a danger to the free
community. These pundits actually believe that these gulags are CENTERS
of top notch rehabilitation. And that one insists in misbehaving!
My new celly is an elderly Mexican. He is respectful and knows how to do
time. He too called it quits when he discovered the winds of change in
the air. And before things took a turn for the worst, he made the best
decision in his life. He became another “SNY.” The environment here is
more loose. The gang trip is over. I have not seen any acts of predatory
behavior towards those that are too weak to defend themselves. Then,
there are those that act out as straight protective custody; they
believe that the c/o is their daddy or big carnal. They are loud and
wear their pants half way down their butt. Still the talking with staff
can also be seen at facility “C”, an active yard. They came in to the
program office and spend time with them (getting cozy with the enemy
i.e. the oppressor).
I found out that if I kept to myself and mind my own business I can fly
undetected. This wasn’t possible in an active yard, because one is
expected to put in work for the prison gang. The new prison gangs at
this side, they pretty much keep to themselves. And do their fighting
without asking for help. Those who do not want to engage in the new
gangs warfare are left alone out of the drama. I have spoken to former
Sureños and Norteños (youth and elderly), and many described themselves
as “Mexicanos” born on this side. Many have realized that the Mexican
National is not their puppet to be used and discarded. They all agreed
that becoming “SNY” is the best decision that they ever took. Their new
leaders are their families, patria, and raza.
Here, former shotcallers and gang leaders are nothing. They are one more
slave among the thousands. Long are gone the days of blood money, glory,
cell phones, and God ego trips over life and death. As for my own
transition from an enslaved active prisoner to an “SNY” it was easy. I
packed my belongings without raising too much suspicion. And at school I
told the officer “that I wanted out of the yard.” They pressured me to
tell what I knew about the big fat sapos and those that are kissing
their ass. I had nothing to tell them.
Even if I knew anything I would never tell them nothing. I am too old to
become a state snitch. So, not all SNY prisoners become snitches. I have
been told that sometimes the officers threaten prisoners by telling them
they will be sent back to the main line. But, this wasn’t my case. (For
your information, the officers will never do that.)
For those that I left behind, stop and think about it, for a long time.
Is it really worth it to give up one’s life by running a fool’s errand?
What they are sending you to do to someone else’s son they will do to
you. The masters of manipulation’s lost cause is not worth it to die or
kill for. Screw their orders, they are not our parents, tios, or big
brothers. They are playing God with your lives and freedom.
They are bloodthirsty sociopaths with our brothers’ and sisters’ blood
on their hands. They are the oppressor’s little brother; they help the
oppressor to keep us in check. Go ahead and tell them to do the killings
themselves. They can’t really hold you up accountable for your word;
that you gave up as a little kid. You did not know anything about life
when they enticed you to join the gang. They never told you that by 15
you would be dead or doing life in the gulags.
They never took you to a funeral and told you: that is you in a few
years. They never took you to the gulags to visit those who are buried
alive. Have they told you that an early death or lifetime in prison was
your future? Odds are that you would have run away ASAP. Thus, at the
age of 20, 30, or even 60 years old, one must truly awaken to the
reality of our predicament and analyze the contradictions of one’s
slavery. So that we can shake off the old chains that bind us to a lost
cause. One must evolve and think outside the box. It is the 21st
Century, our families need us out there.
MIM(Prisons) responds: Lumpen organizations (LOs) in the united
$tates are usually organizations of the most economically marginalized
of the oppressed in this country. Elsewhere comrades have spoke about
the difference between the Neo-Colonial Lumpen Organization (NLO) and
the LO. The experience of the above comrade reflects the practice of the
NLO. But the LOs in general have both capitalistic and
collective/nationalist aspects to them. And those that embrace the
collective aspect (usually in a revolutionary nationalist way), can
evolve to become Political Mass Organizations (PMOs).(1) So while we
struggle with comrades in LOs to move in the direction of becoming a
PMO, the above story is a common one in California as SNY has come to
represent one third of prisoners in recent years.(2)
This comrade also touches on the national question and national identity
in Aztlán. The fact that those of Mexican descent born within U.$.
borders are so likely to identify as Mexicanos speaks to the national
contradiction between the Amerikan settler and the colonized territory
of Aztlán. As this comrade also recognizes we refer to those born north
of the U.$.-Mexico border as Chican@s. The recognition of a Chican@
nation deeply connected to, but separate from Mexico, was the outcome of
the struggles of revolutionary nationalists and communists in the 1960s
organizing Raza in the southwest. For those interested in this topic you
should check out Chican@ Power and the Struggle for Aztlán by a
MIM(Prisons) study group. This book is available to prisoners for $10,
or work trade.
