“They can divide but not conquer the spirit of resistance”

Received in April 2011, published in NPN8:

On May 20th, 2010, the pigs here at Ely managed to separate me from an atmosphere that, to them may have felt hostile. But to me it was a place of strength. I was surrounded by shady characters, but that is to be expected everywhere up here these days. Even so, there were many men there who were pushing themselves as well as others to become more than just thugs. There was a lot of positiveness being spread. A lot of education. A lot of growth.

Now I´m once again placed in the middle of a bunch of self-absorbed sleepers and degenerates…I guess I can´t be too upset. For I was once ignorant myself to why things are the way they are. I just need to see who I can reach out to here and see if I can build something positive… It´s still frustrating though.

The goon squad showed up at our unit and went straight to Coyote´s cell. We had all been given a heads up because a comrade saw them coming outside his back window. None-the-less. There was no reason for them to go to his cell. The comrade next to me was ready for battle, and so was I, but we held back, for being caught unaware, and Coyote came out without any problems. They shook down his cell and at the end, Coyote laughs and says: “Wow, all that for this little pile?” (referring to the 15plus guards, fully dressed in riot gear with an electric shield, all for a couple pieces of paper and a torn envelope!).

The cheers & jeers started as we all thought it was over, seeing the pigs and assistant warden, Brooks, head out to the sally port. Though next thing we knew – they came back in and marched straight up to my cell and the comrade´s cell next to mine. Long story short, we came out, for the simple fact that they wanted us to flip out. They shook our cells down for a long time, then they came and put the restraints and “dog leashes” on us and escorted us to other units. I don´t know where the comrade went or what happened once we were moved, but I was taken to another unit without being told why, where I stayed over the weekend, then I was moved again to another unit where I spent the following 7 (seven) weeks without anything but my mattress, state sheets and a styraphone cup. I was only able to clean my cell (which was covered in absolute filth) because another convict was able to pass me some cleaning supplies. I eventually received a “notice of charges” which said I was moved because they found evidence in my cell that suggested weapons manufacturing. I was given another six months in the “hole” on top of the year I just started for the “assault” and possession of a weapon that stemmed from our little disruption with the pigs a couple of months back.

It´s obvious why they did this: with much thanks to Coyote our unit was transforming into a school for guerrillas. With all the literature being passed around, all the enlightening discussions and all of the intense debates being held, the spirit of resistance was filling the minds and hearts of the men on that tier. It was refreshing to hear for a change people debating whether or not pimping women was unethical in stead of who´s the best couple on “Dancing with the stars”, or discussing how tactics found in George Jackson´s “Blood in my eye” could be applied to Vegas neighborhoods, in stead of how much dope it would take to sell in order to buy a million dollar home…

The pigs and snitches took notice of these transformations taking place and knew the only way to win was by the tactics of “divide and conquer.” I also believe that some scary individuals heard the sounds of steel cutting steel and decided to inform their captors like good lapdogs! Anyways, some good did manage to come out of this though! For, instead of the comrade and I focussing our efforts on the same tier, we can reach out to a larger group of convicts now. So yeah, we´ve been separated, but it doesn´t matter. All they did was prolong the inevitable. It doesn´t take anything but will and motivation to start anew. So for now, I´ve got some people to reach out to and some tools to collect.

In solidarity,
Christopher Gonzalez, 7-15-2010

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