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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Sunday, September 30th, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

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Chapter Thirty-One

Threats To Freedom

 

“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?  Forbid it, Almighty God! – I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”

Patrick Henry, (1775)

 

All The Girls Love Alice

Music by Elton John

Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

 

Raised to be a lady by the golden rule

Alice was the spawn of a public school

With a double barrel name in the back of her brain

And a simple case of mummy-doesn’t-love-me blues

 

Reality it seems was just a dream

She couldn’t get it on with the boys on the scene

But what do you expect from a chick who’s just sixteen

And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean

 

All the young girls love Alice

Tender young Alice they say

Come over and see me

Come over and please me

Alice it’s my turn today

 

All the young girls love Alice

Tender young Alice they say

If I give you my number

Will you promise to call me

Wait till my husband’s away

 

Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart

It’s like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part

Getting your kicks in another girl’s bed

And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead

 

And who could you call your friends down in soho

One or two middle-aged dykes in a go-go

And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo

And hey, hey, hey, oh don’t you know

 

My dear gentle readers, why do we have have more African-Americans and Hispanics in prison cells than in college dorm rooms?  Virginia, will you tell them please?  “Systemic violence?”  Yes, Virginia, thank you, you are my best student.

Virginia, African-Americans overwhelmingly vote Democratic.  They understand.  And Hispanics and Asians are also beginning to understand better;  last year they voted Democratically, by 69 percent and 62 percent respectively.

Having served on The Pinellas (FL) County Democratic Executive Committee in 2001, the Republicans have taken away my right to vote for 15 years since 2001.  I depend on you Virginia, and my African-American, Hispanic, Asian, and GLBT friends to register and vote in this next election.  Make no mistake, Virginia, the greatest threat to freedom in America today comes not from Iraq, Iran, China, Russia, Cuba, Syria, or any other entity;  the greatest threat to freedom in America comes from the majority of American Republicans.

 

“According to (Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad), there are no homosexuals in Iran.  I guess that explains the pathetic state of their musical theater.”

David Letterman, (Late Show host)

 

Notes from my journal of 11-24-04, Wednesday, 3:35pm:

Prison is my paradise.  We got together again on Sunday afternoon from 1:30 to 2:30.  He came twice;  it was nice.  I filed a grievance over my DR-religious freedom-being denied access to the Chapel on Sunday, and health issues in the kitchen-over lack of gloves being used to serve food, and lack of soap to wash your hands with.  Called Steve last night and he told me he had sent me money(God bless him).  I asked for him and Ed to call or email the Warden over the retaliation(DR’s-disciplinary reports) I am receiving for filing grievances.  Dr. Lewis gave me a copy of “Lazy Man’s Guide to Enlightenment” by Thadeus Golas.  I sent Sgt. Bory a request to transfer dorms, as Sgt. Right threatened to lock me up for my “alternate lifestyle”.  Tomorrow will be my 4th Thanksgiving in prison-I’m a little tired of my paradise.  J.D. and I walked this am before he went to work.  I told him I’m trying to get transferred to afternoon kitchen detail, so we could work together. 

 

“Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women;  when it dies there, no constitution, no law…no court can save it…The spirit of liberty is the spirit which is not too sure that it is right;  the spirit of liberty is the spirit which seeks to understand the minds of other men and women.”

Learned Hand, (1944)

 

My dear gentle readers;  yes, you too Virgina;  I invite you to join me as a friend-it’s free-on www.myspace.com/r25288.

 

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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

Chapter Thirty

    Courage

 

“To see what is right and not to do it is want  of  courage.”  

 Confucius

 

Lola

   By the Kinks

 

I met her in a club down in old soho

Where you drink champagne and it taste just like chery-cola

C-o-l-a cola

She walked up to me and she asked me to dance

I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola

L-o-l-a lo-lo-lo-lo-lola

 

Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy

But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine

Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well I’m not dumb but I can’t understand

Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man

Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

 

Well we drank champagne and danced all night

Under electric candlelight

She picked me up and sat me on her knee

And said dear boy won’t you come home with me

Well I’m not the world’s most passionate guy

But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

 

I pushed her away

I walked to the door

I fell to the floor

I got down on my knees

Then I looked at her and she at me

 

Well that’s the way that I want it to stay

And I always want it to be that way for my lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls

It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola

 

Well I left home just a week before

And I’d never ever kissed a woman before

But lola smiled and took me by the hand

And said dear boy I’m gonna make you a man

 

Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man

But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man

And so is lola

Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

 

“Men simply copied the realities of their hearts when they built prisons.”

Richard Wright, The Outsider

 

The National Center for Health Statistics, which is  part of the Center for Disease Control reported in June, 2007:

96% of adults claim they have had sex;

16% claim their 1st  sexual experience was before they reached the age of 16;

15% claim their 1st sexual experience occurred after they reached the age of 21;

17% of men claim they have had only one female partner in their life;

25% of women claim they have had only one male partner in their life.

 

“But did thee feel the earth move?”

Earnest Hemingway,

For Whom The Bell Tolls

 

African American Alan Crotzer spent 24 years in Florida prisons for a crime he did not commit.  Under federal guidelines, individuals that are wrongly imprisoned should receive $50,000.00 for every year they spent in prison.  Florida recently approved a budget of over $70.0 billion, and refused to give Crotzer a dime.  My dear gentle readers, that was and continues to be wrong.

Virginia, I know ma would not find this uplifting, but we only can protect each other and promote a more civilized society by exposing, and turning the lights on the cockroaches, and watch them run for cover.

This year in Florida, eight prison guards had arrest warrants issued for them for abusing inmates, including forcing more than one to clean toilets with their tongues.  Besides beatings, Florida guards have killed inmates, as evidenced by previous chapters.  Virginia, it is wrong, but fortunately, having been there, they do not represent the majority, only a small minority.  They abuse their power and authority, and we must do better.

 

“Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty.  To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.”

Bertrand Russell

 

He is a young African American, who became a friend of mine in prison.  Like most of our children in prison, he is educationally challenged.  He was at Liberty CI, when J.D. and I were both there.  He has a couple of years left on his sentence.  I ordered him a subscription to USA Today, because I know how hard time in a cell 23 hours, and 55 minutes a day can be, 7 days a week, 30 days at a time, before being allowed outside for 3 hours every Saturday, in a cage, because the state of Florida did it to me for over 5 months of my 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks in prison-serving over 85% of my time for being a gay educated man.

He called me on 8-21-07, at 5:50pm, and again at 6:13pm.  I accepted his collect calls.  He told me that without him being present, guards entered his cell, and took all of his USA Todays, because they said his name wasn’t on them-never mind that noone else there gets USA Today.  He told me that he was told he was going home in a body bag.

He mailed me a letted dated 8-22-07, 7:30pm, postmarked 8-23-07, and said:

“Dear Chris,

“…just Dropping you a few lines to let you know that I Did Every thing you told me to Do.  And they Did not move me to know “protective custody” Dorm or cell yet.  I turn in the request last night as soon as I got off the phone with you.  I sent it Directly to the (Warden) that’s in head charge over this hole prison.

“lets move on.  Anyways…Today one of the officer’s who I was telling you About was working in my Dorm today. and he came by my cell a couple times looking inside making little Face Expression’s.  He had me scared because I in this cell by myself. and him and some of his Buddy’s was talking around my cell-Door saying slick remarks so I can him(hear) them.  Chris The Officer who I’m talking about is (_______).  But the other Officer who I was telling you about (______________) was not working today…

“…(_________) and (______________) are the ones who keep “threatening” me.  And I’m scared.  I wanna Be Move out of A Dormitory to “protective custody” and transferred to another close-management camp as soon as possible.  and away From these 2#Officers.

“Thank you for helping me.”

Virginia, say a prayer for my friend.  We already incarcerate 50% more Americans than we need to, and while there, they shouldn’t have to live in fear.

 

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everwhere.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Letter from Birmingham Jail”

 

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J.D. and I wish you and yours peace and a joyous Labor Day Holiday weekend.

 

“No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.”

Booker T. Washington,

Up from Slavery

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

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r25288@yahoo.com

 

                                Chapter Twenty-Nine

 

             Love

 

 

 

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,  loving someone deeply gives you courage.” 

Lao Tzu

 

Walk On The Wild Side

By Lou Reed

 

Holly came from miami f.l.a.

Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.

 

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

 

Candy came from out on the island

In the backroom she was everybody’s darling

 

But she never lost her head

Even when she was given head

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

And the coloured girls go

 

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo)

 

Little joe never once gave it away

Everybody had to pay and pay

 

A hustle here and a hustle there

New york city is the place where they said

Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side

 

Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets

Lookin’ for soul food and a place to eat

 

Went to the apollo

You should have seen him go go go

They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

All right, hun

 

Jackie is just speeding away

Thought she was james dean for a day

 

Then i guess she had to crash

Valium would haved helped that dash

She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

And the coloured girls say

 

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)

(doo)

 

 

From my journal of Sunday, October 31, 2004, 9 a.m.    (19th day):

Yesterday, I gave J.D. a poem I wrote for him, “Cell I2-204    L & U.”  He read it aloud to me, laughed several times, and then he gave me a hug.  We got together Thursday and Saturday, now at 22.  Last night as we said good night, we hugged, and I touched him.  He replied, “I can go for that.”

Earlier in the evening we looked at 2 issues of Ebony, Readers Digest, and Interview.  I explained to him pictures of men and women who I felt had life in their eyes and those that didn’t, until the light went out.  Time went back last night(daylight savings time).  We should get out tomorrow.  Officer Holley came around this morning and told me to put my law work, newspapers, and magazines out of sight-1st time in 19 days-oh well-moved them out of sight by the sink(not viewable by staff walking by).

Last night when the lights went out, I stood up and put my arm over J.D. as he laid in bed, and put my head on his arm.  He said, “You’re not getting all sentimental on me?  You’re not getting soft on me?”  I replied, “Yeah, I’m sentimental and soft.”  He laughed.

Finished his law case-only have to rewrite now and do alittle more research for issues.  We talked about New York City, and school, and living together.  Now, when I put my foot by his butt, he says nothing.  I touch him freely everywhere, anytime now and he doesn’t object.  He likes looking at the ads in the Wall Street Journal, and USA Today.  We looked at car ads in Ebony, picking one out of each page of 4 choices-we usually picked the same one for best, without knowing the others choice-same with women.  It’s been a wonderful 19 days.

 

From my journal of Monday, November 1st, 2004, 8:10 a.m.:

I woke up and remembered to say, “White Rabbit.”  My ma had taught me it was an English custom, and if you said it on the first day of the month, before you said anything else, it would bring you good luck for that month.  I kept saying it out loud until I heard J.D. say it.  This is our 20th day in here, and 14th on D.R.(disciplinary report), so we may get out today-if not, then tomorrow.  I think today.  We just finished showering. 

In the evening, I told him it was our last night together, and he replied, “They’ll be a lifetime history of nights.”  I said that it had been nice.  He said, “It has been nice, I have to say so myself.”  So, it was like a 3 week honeymoon.  I’ll miss this room.  “A Room With A View” to a “A Room With Love.”  He told me I was crazy this morning when we were laughing over something, and I replied, “Yeah, crazy over you.”  So, from nearly calling it quits a few weeks ago-to today-I’m glad I didn’t throw in the towel, but time on the yard will be different-but it’s all good.

 

From my journal of Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004, 9 a.m.:

Election day.  I hope Kerry does it.  This morning, I told J.D. that this is our 21st day in here, and best 3 weeks I’ve had in 30 years.  He replied, “God bless your little heart.”  I asked him to repeat it, as I hadn’t heard it all, and he did, and I replied, “You’re so “tweet.”  We both laughed.  We should get out after lunch as this is our 14th day, and becomes our 15th day at 3:10 p.m. 

Got nice pics from Carlos and Anne of condo on Clearwater Beach yesterday, when they were down visiting with ma and me.  J.D. liked looking at them.  He got another Ebony.  In the evening, he organized my locker under my bunk as I laid on it and stroked his head.  I told him it felt like his pubic area, and I was getting hot.  We both laughed…

 

Bridge Over Troubled Water

By Simon And Garfunkel

 

When you’re weary, feeling small,

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;

I’m on your side.  When times get rough

And friends just can’t be found,

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down.

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down.

 

When you’re down and out,

When you’re on the street,

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you.

I’ll take your part.

When darkness comes

And pains is all around,

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down.

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down.

 

Sail on silvergirl,

Sail on by.

Your time has come to shine.

All your dreams are on their way.

See how they shine.

If you need a friend

I’m sailing right behind.

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind.

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind.

 

“Love takes off masks we fear we cannot live without and know that we cannot live within.”

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does.  Love is a battle, love is a war;  love is a growing up.”

James A. Baldwin (both quotes)

 

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“Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:  That word is love.”

Sophocles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, June 30th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

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     Chapter Twenty-Eight

          Paragraph 175

 

 

“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself.  What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.”

Hermann Hesse

 

 

The Times They Are A-Changin’

By Bob Dylan

 

“Come gather ’round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’

Or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

“Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon

For the wheel’s still in spin

And there’ a no tellin’ who

That it’s namin’.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

“Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway

Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There’s a battle outside

And it’s ragin’.

It’ll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

“Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don’t criticize

What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin’.

Please get out of the new one

If you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’.

 

“The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin’.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’.”

 

 

Virginia, always remember that laws are made by man, and not all laws are just, ethical, or moral.  In the last century, millions of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, and other considered “undesirables” were exterminated for being a human being with those attributes of Jewishness, gayness, and Gypsies.

In Germany, in the 1930’s, Hitler began a systematic denial of civil rights, persecution, imprisonment, castration, and extermination of gays, lasting until the end of World War II.  It was done all within the rules and laws of the country.  It was known as Paragraph 175 of the Criminal Code.  It was basically a law against homosexuality, including kissing, fondling, and mutual masturbation.  It carried as much as a ten year prison sentence.  Gays were forced to wear pink triangles in the concentration camps.  There was over a million gays in Germany at the beginning of the 1930’s.  Approximately ten percent of those were arrested.  Less than half of those sentenced to concentration camps survived. 

As another example of systemic violence, my dear gentle readers, gays were not liberated when the war ended like the Jews and others were, but were forced to finish their sentences for being criminals-their crime-loving their fellow man, even though the war was officially over.  Those familiar with systemic violence know that the war against systemic violence never ends.  They were even denied reparations that others received.  Paragraph 175 was not totally dismantled in Germany until 1994.  It took America until the beginning of this century to do basically the same.  Virginia, justice delayed is justice denied, and some laws have no justice in them whatsoever.  Just ask the African-American, whose value under American law was once only equal to 3/5 of a white man’s.

 

 

“Those who do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it.”

George Santayana

 

 

From my journal, on Saturday, October 30th, 2004, at 9am, I wrote J.D. the following poem:

 

 

            Cell I2-204 L&U

(meaning Lower and Upper bunks)

 

For the last 18 days, we lived in this cell

17 times you spoke to me as best friend

We shared together;  you were just swell

We’re lifetime partners, we’re not just a trend

 

It was so “tweet” when you made my bed

I gave you my desserts, you remember the bread

We played Charades, did math, law work, and read

I grew hair on my face, you grew it on your head

 

We laughed and talked and hummed many a song

Slept, played tick-tack-toe, and hangman

I loved our time together;  everything right;  nothing wrong

I lost weight;  you lost your bumps;  I lost my tan

 

You gave me your greens, and juice made of grapefruit

The weather was fine, we didn’t have to sweat

We both learned some new words, like staff called galoots

We both avoided a Lt. we called heifer, I avoided the Vet.

 

While 18 days in a lifetime is really quite short

For me, it’s been the best time in my last 20 years

I’ve given issues that we’ve improved for you in court

You say, “It gets greater later,” so Monday I’ll shed no tears

 

Yesterday, you spoke up for me, when you could have left;  I care for you

You protected me;  we even did exercises

I’m in love with you, which you already knew

We’re at the point;  anything can be said;  no need to lie

 

Each passing day I discover things about you;  I love you more

Like knelling, and why crumbs need to be washed from your lips

You called her a “tomboy sissy;”  I just called her a whore

We ran out of batteries, and I’m glad we neither use rips(cigarettes)

 

I liked touching your hand when we said, “Good night.”

Once we had ants;  now they’re all gone

We’ve come so far since May;  everything now seems natural and right

Saying, “Good morning, honey,” with breakfast in bed before dawn

 

You taught me how to block up the vent, and make dental floss;

How to make a fountain out of water that sometimes tasted

To go through life without you now would be a real loss

And when we get out, I’ll never make your grits so runny

 

The things I saw you flush down the toilet would make the Warden scream

I stalked and listened for steps;  we read to each other

You allowed me to be comfortable with you;  we’re really quite a team

You’ll never be too heavy for me to bear;  you’ll always be my brother

 

I bend for you, and I know you bend for me

In life or prison, our closeness is a blessing, and rare to find

Enjoy it; cherish it; never take it for granted, as I become we

You’re the best thing in my life now;  I’ll never leave you behind

 

For the last 18 days, we lived in this cell

17 times you spoke to me as best friend

We shared together;  you were just swell

We’re lifetime partners, not just a trend

 

For my J.D.-

                  AML(All My Love), C

 

 

“Thou shalt not be a victim.  Thou shalt not be a perpetrator.  Above all, thou shalt not be a bystander.”

HOLOCAUST MUSEUM, WASHINGTON,DC

 

 

“The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature;  only then can he see clearly.”

Julian Barnes

 

 

Virginia, I received this from a publisher:

TO: ______________, Managing Director

FROM:  ___________, Editorial Coordinator

RE:  Reading Report for “God’s Gunners, Booty Bandits, and Bad Boys” by Christopher Eckhardt

DATE:  May 30, 2007

 

Please review the reader’s report for the above noted manuscript.  I recommend it for publishing…

Christopher Eckhardt’s “God’s Gunners, Booty Bandits, and Bad Boys” is the autobiography of a man who has experienced the highs and lows of life, and learned from each meaningful event that freedom of expression must be preserved at all costs.

The author spent nearly five years in a Florida prison without due process.  He says, “I was imprisoned…for being a former Vietnam War protester, conscientious objector, lifetime pacifist, and current gay Democrat.  Violent criminals received less time than I did by the same system.”  He lived in Florida for eighteen years without as much as a speeding ticket.  When he enters the prison system, he is thrown into another world, where the prison is called camp, ducks are novices, and dawgs are experienced inmates.  This prison-speak also includes the brown shirts who are the officers, the blue shirts who are the inmates, and the white shirts who are the administrators.

He recounts his special love affairs with Blue and J.D., and the difficulty of developing a loving relationship with his partners behind bars.  He became adept at working the system, however, and never gave up on his long standing belief in the dignity of the human spirit.  He says, “Prison was my tsunami, and I survived.”  He now lives in a homeless shelter, and continues his campaign for justice, and despite three suicide attempts, lives every day to the fullest.

“God’s Gunners, Booty Bandits, and Bad Boys” is a stark look at prison life and the penal system in general.  Despite Christoper Eckhardt’s considerable awards and recognitions, he does not flinch when he describes the injustices he suffered.  The work is liberally sprinkled with quotes from James Baldwin, Nelson Mandela, Robert Kennedy, Helen Keller, and lyrics to many songs, including “Folsom Prison” by Johnny Cash.  The narrative contains many flashbacks to the author’s childhood and family life that add depth to the work.  This autobiography should capture the attention of the author’s readers, giving them an insider’s look into prison life.   

 

 

There is an article at www.abcnews.com, “Supreme Court Rules Against ‘Bong Hits 4 Jesus’ Student.”  I was the 128th comment to the article on June 25, 2007.  I wrote:

“As a plaintiff in Tinker v Des Moines, I mourn the loss of freedom in America today by our currently Republican controlled U.S. Supreme Court.  The U.S. Supreme Court today ruled against the least among us with power:  our children and students.  Now, none of us are safe anymore.  Next they’ll send women back to the kitchen, pregnant and barefoot, and take away their control of their bodies.  Then, they’ll send Hispanics south of the border;  then they’ll send African-American back to the back of the bus;  then, they’ll send gays back to the closets;  and then they’ll send more homeless to jail.  Today, we begin to mourn the loss of freedom in America, and it is truly unAmerican at the beginning of the 21st century.  This is just another further attempt by the Republicans to use government to control the thinking of Americans.  Republicans are a serious threat to the freedom that our forefathers pledged their honor, property, and lives to establish and protect for all Americans-not just to those that they agree with.  Freedom of Expression, and our Constitution were seriously wounded by a Republican controlled U.S. Supreme Court today, and we became less of the “Home of the Free.”  Our founding fathers cry today because terrorism is no longer just an outside threat, but the loss of freedom is as terroristic as the loss of innocent lives.  Our current Republican, extremely conservative, Uncle Tom Supreme Court wants limited government for itself, but maximum government control over the rest of us and our thinking.  Not enough Americans stood up for our children and students, so they will live with less freeedom than we enjoyed.  Next they will come for your freedoms, and who will be left to stand up for you?  Remember, what we lost today was and is important.  It was and is the basis of our strength-the right to freedom of expression-speech, religion, and the press.  May you and God protect America, our Constitution, and our blessed way of life.

Posted by:

r25288 11:09 PM”

 

 

“Who controls the past,” ran the Party slogan, “controls the future:  who controls the present controls the past.”

George Orwell, 1984

 

 

On June 27th, 2007, Susan Donaldson James wrote an excellent news article about Mary Beth, John, and me.  It is titled “Now Middle-Aged, Student Protesters Echo Triumphs and Casualties of the 1960’s.”  It is available at www.abcnews.com, and then in their search engine just type in my name, or www.r25288.com, and hit enter/search and there you are. 

 

 

“If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.”

John Stuart Mill, On Liberty

 

 

Virginia, our American flag flies on my patio as I write this, as it does on my office desk daily, as it will this Wednesday, July 4th, 2007.  J.D.’s charge does not involve drugs, sex, treason, and he never hurt anyone.  He is a 26 year old African-American, and the state of Florida never intends to let him live free again.  My dear gentle readers, it is wrong;  it is not justice.  Regardless, J.D. and I wish you and yours a joyous 4th of July.  Celebrate your freedoms, and continue to protect them for yourself and your family, and help me and others who are struggling to change unjust laws, extreme sentences, and systemic violence.

 

 

“Absalom said moreover, Oh that I were made judge in the land, that every man which hath any suit or cause might come unto me, and I would do him justice!”

II SAMUEL 15:4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Monday, May 28th, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

Donations Accepted Payable to R25288 & Mailed to:

R25288

P.O. Box 5514

Clearwater, FL 33758-5514

or at www.realitycharity.com/r25288

 

   Chapter Twenty-Seven

Insidious Systemic Violence

 

“Whoever blushes is already guilty;  true innocence is ashamed of nothing.”

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

 

 Angel

By Sarah McLaughan

 

“Spend all your time waiting for that

second chance

For the break that will make it OK

There’s always some reason to feel

not good enough

And it’s hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction or a

beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty and weightless

and maybe

I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angel far away

from here

From this dark, cold hotel room,

and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreakage

of your silent revelrie

You’re in the arms of the Angel;

may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and

everywhere you turn

There’s vultures and thieves at your

 back

The storm keeps on twisting, you

keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you

lack

It don’t make no difference,

escaping one last time

It’s easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this

glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angel far away

from here

From this dark, cold hotel room,

and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreakage

of your silent revelrie

In the arms of the Angel;  may you

find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of the Angel;

may you find some comfort here”

 

Virginia, systemic violence comes in various forms, but is recognized by its acceptance of the unacceptable.  Often that acceptance is by the majority, unfortunately.  Slavery is but one of a once acceptable form of systemic violence.

On January 5th, 2006, a 14-year-old African-American, Martin Lee Anderson, entered the Bay County Sheriff’s Office Boot Camp in Panama City, in the Florida panhandle, on a grand theft charge-his grandmother’s automobile.  This being Florida, a champion state of systemic violence, he received the death penalty, and died on January 6th, 2006.

Seven guards manhandled young Anderson, and a nurse stood by and observed.  They have been charged with aggravated manslaughter of a child, and face 30 years in prison.  With systemic alive and well in Florida, Virginia, none of them will spend any time in prison.

Dr. Charles Siebert, the original Medical Examiner called the death the result of natural complications of the sickle cell genetic blood disorder trait.  Another example of systemic violence.

A video of the incident shows the guards hitting young Anderson with closed fists; “hammer strikes”, and “knee strikes”; applying a pressure point; held him against a fence; pinning him to the ground; throwing water in his face; suffocating him by placing their hands over his mouth, and forced inhalation of ammonia fumes, more than once.  The video is 36 minutes in length, and the guards ceased hitting him after 27 minutes into the tape. For at least 22 minutes, young Anderson endured abusive and inhumane treatment, ending his life at the hands of those who have been trained in systemic violence by the state of Florida.  These were not sadistic rogues or thugs;  they were family men and women, who have good hearts, but whose training in systemic violence, was no less than in Milgram’s study to follow orders, and the desire to protect and please society, their bosses, and the state.  My dear, gentle readers, we can, and must do better.

In 1999, in Florida, 5 Bradford guards charged with beating an inmate to death were never convicted.

In 2001, in Florida, 5 guards charged with stomping Frank Valdez to death in his cell were never convicted.

In May, 2007, in Florida, 8 former guards were charged with abusing inmates, including forcing some to clean toilets with their tongues, and choosing between eating their food off of the floor, or providing sexual favors to guards.  Another inmate was beaten and choked by guards.  It is dehumanizing, and degrading;  it was organized and conspiratorial;  it was, and it is systemic violence.  This is Florida, where you come for vacation, and leave on probation, unless the State kills you first.

Congratulations go to Governor Charlie Crist for helping the Anderson family get $5 million from the state of Florida for the abuse, and death of their son.

 

“All punishment is mischief.  All punishment in itself is evil.”

Jeremy Bentham

 

In 1981, in Tampa, Florida, African-American Alan Crotzer was convicted of robbery, and the rape of 2 women, one a 12 year old girl.  An all white jury sentenced him to more than 100 years in prison.  After 24 years in Florida prisons, Mr. Crotzer was found innocent through DNA testing, and the confession of another man. 

A 2004 federal law says that people wrongfully incarcerated should receive $50,000.00 for every year spent in prison, but Florida hasn’t passed that law yet.  Another example of systemic violence.  Individual violence, Virginia, is punishable by prison time;  systemic violence, however, when done by the state or its subsidaries is good violence, and doesn’t require prison time.  You see, Virginia, it is good to be the king, queen, or state.  And I bet you thought all violence was bad?  Silly you! 

The state has a $2 billion dollar surplus.  But, Mr Crotzer must stick to his $300.00 a week dish washing job.  You see after 24 years in prison, they basically only taught him how to make license plates, and there are no license plate makers out here.  You see, Virginia, Mr Crotzer is an embarrassment to our state, and reflects our weaknesses, so if we hold out long enough, he’ll be back in prison, and everyone can feel good again, ’cause we never noticed him while he was in prison anyway.  Virginia, systemic violence continues.

I refer you to:

http://www.sptimes.com/2007/05/09/Opinion/Millions_spent_none_f.shtml

(used with the permission of the St. Petersburg Times)

Wishing you, yours, and ours a Happy Memorial Day!

 

“We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.”

Maya Angelou

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, April 21st, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

www.realitycharity.com/r25288

 

                         Chapter Twenty-Six

     Religious Freedom Denied

An Open Letter To Governor Charlie Crist

 

“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.”

Abraham Lincoln

 

We Shall Overcome

An Old Black Gospel Song

 

1.  We shall overcome

We shall overcome

We shall overcome some day

CHORUS:

Oh, deep in my heart

I do believe

We shall overcome some day

 2.  We’ll walk hand in hand

We’ll walk hand in hand

We’ll walk hand in hand some day

CHORUS

3.  We shall all be free

We shall all be free

We shall all be free some day

CHORUS

4.  We are not afraid

We are not afraid

We are not afraid some day

CHORUS

5.We are not alone

We are not alone

We are not alone some day

CHORUS

6.  The whole wide world around

The whole wide world around

The whole wide world around some day

CHORUS

7.  We shall overcome

We shall overcome

We shall overcome some day

CHORUS

 

Virginia, remember that every new prison we build is a testament of our ungodliness.  When we fear not tomorrow, we can live brave today.

Dear Governor Crist:

By way of introduction, I formerly resided at the penal colony of Liberty Correctional Institution, in Bristol, Florida.  I refer you to chapters 24 & 25, at www.r25288.com for background.

Charlie, I hope you don’t mind if I call you Charlie, because you project an image of a man who is receptive to all Floridians.  Anyway Charlie, I need your help.  No, Virginia, I am not going to ask Charlie for money, that would be too easy.  Charlie my partner resides at __________________, and his name and ID # are__________________________ (filled in for the governor).  Charlie, he is being denied the right to wear an approved religious medallion, with a cross in it.  I don’t think we should support religious intolerance, and I hope you will inform the Department of Corrections to let my boy have his medallion back.

On April 16th, 2007, my partner wrote me the following words:

“Hopefully they’ll give me back my chain.  I don’t know why these people are pain freaks. One(1) thing I’ve learned about DOC is it’s always the hard way with them.

“Wrote a request to the law library for research time this week.  I want to do some research on a state hab. and going after my appeallant counsel for ineffective assistance.  I’ll let ya know what I come up with.  I should be on call-out some time this week.

“Enclosed is a copy of informal and formal grievance, and newspaper article about Mexico City allowing conjugal visits for homosexual prisoners, nice, huh??  I know you’ll enjoy reading it!!

“Informal Grievance, 3/25/07

“Sir/Ma’am, I got here March 12th, 2007, which was about two weeks ago, and I came with a religious necklace and medallion that was approved by Washington C.I. chaplain and property room, along with an invoice showing that it’s not over fifty $50.  A lady Sgt. told me I’m going to have to send it home, even after I showed her my invoice.  She even got the chaplain here to look at it which he said, “Inmates can order them, but we don’t want no one to hurt you over it.”  Sir/Ma’am, inmates are walking around here with big gold chains that’s worth hundreds of dollars, but why can’t I have mine?  It’s my religion.

“Respectfully Submitted,

“___________________, #______”

 

“Response

“236-0307

“Assistant Warden of Programs

“Policy allows inmates to have a plain chain and medallion with a value of no more than $50.  The medallion is the main item of religious significance.

“Denied 4/4/07″

 

“Formal Grievance

“Warden

“4/15/07

“I contend with the response I received on my informal grievance, I’m in compliance with policy rules which allows inmates to have a plain chain and medallion with a value of no more than $50.  I have all the proper paperwork and receipt.  I’m at a faith based institution.  I’m a Christian.  I’m allowed to wear religious material, and my property was taken from me arbitrarily.  I’m requesting my cross and chain be returned to me because this is a denial of my First Amendment rights of Freedom of Religion.

“Respectfully Submitted,

“__________________,#______”

 

Charlie, my partner is 26 years old, an African American, 6″ tall, and 190 pounds of muscle.  Charlie, my partner had worn his cross for months, and no other inmates hurt him.  I think my boy should be allowed to wear his cross and chain.  What do you think?

Respectfully Submitted,

Christopher Eckhardt/R25288

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

cc:

American Civil Liberties Union

125 Broad Street  18th Floor

New York, New York 10004

American Civil Liberties Union of Florida

Executive Director Howard Simon

4500 Biscayne Blvd. Suite 340

Miami, Forida 33137

Larry Helm Spalding

ACLU Legal Staff Counsel

314 West Jefferson Street

Tallahassee, Florida 32301-1608

ACLU Northern Florida Office

P.O. Box 12723

Pensacola, Florida 32591-2723

Human Rights Watch

350 Fifth Avenue, 34th Floor

New York, New York 10118-3299

Amnesty International

5 Penn Plaza, 14th Floor

New York, New York 10001

Humanists of Florida Association

Heather Wellman, Director

P.O. Box 18574

Jacksonville, Florida 32229

Center for Individual Rights

1233 20th Street NW, Suite 300

Washington, DC 20036

The Beckett Fund for Religious Liberty

1350 Connecticut Avenue NW, Suite 605

Washington, DC 20036

Christian Legal Society

Center for Law & Religious Freedom

8001 Braddock Road, Suite 300

Springfield, Virginia 22151

People For the American Way

2000 M Street NW, Suite 400

Washington, DC 20036

The Carnegie Foundation

50 Vista Lane

Stanford, California 94305

Freedom House

1301 Conneticut Avenue NW, Floor 6

Washington, DC 20036

Hudson Institute

1015 15th Street NW, 6th Floor

Washington, DC 20005

 

My dear gentle reader, I need your help.  No, Virginia, I’m not going to ask them for money, that would be too easy.  Please let our governor know that you support religious freedom, even for inmates, maybe especially for inmates.  You may contact Charlie at www.flgov.com, then click on the button, .Contact Gov. Crist, then fill in the data, and in the Category box pick Prisons, and in the Agency box pick Corrections, then just refer Charlie to www.r25288.com, and Chapter 26, and tell him you support religious freedom for inmates, and that you hope he’ll help my boy.  Thank you, and yes, Virginia, this means you too.

J.D. and I thank the Broken Bridge Brigade for featuring parts of Chapter Twenty-Four in their April, 2007, newsletter.  You may view it at www.esnips.com/web/justice4inmates.

 

First they came…

By Pastor Martin Niemoller

 

When the Nazis came for the communists,

I remained silent:

I was not a communist.

 

When they locked up the social democrats,

I remained silent;

I was not a social democrat.

 

When they came for the trade unionists,

I did not speak out;

I was not a trade unionist.

 

When they came for me,

there was no one left to speak out.

 

www.realitycharity.com/r25288

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Friday, April 13th, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

http://www.realitycharity.com/r25288/

 

      Chapter Twenty-Five

    From Chain Gang Charlie

      To Cool Hand Charlie

 

             Candy Shop

             By 50 Cent

 

[Intro:  50 Cent]

Yeah…

Uh huh

So seductive

 

[Chorus:  50 Cent & Olivia]

[50 Cent]

I take you to the candy shop

I’ll let you lick the lollypop

Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop

Keep going ’til you hit the spot

(woah)

[Olivia]

I’ll take you to the candy shop

Boy one taste of what I got

I’ll have you spending all you got

Keep going ’til you hit the spot

(woah)

 

[Verse 1:  50 Cent]

You can have it your way,

how do you want it

You gon’ back that thing up

or should i push up on it

Temperature rising,

okay lets go to the next level

Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle

I’ll break it down for you now,

baby it’s simple

If you be a nympho,

I’ll be a nympho

In a hotel

or in the back of the rental

On the beach or in a park,

it’s whatever you into

Got the magic stick,  

I’m the love doctor

Have your friends teasin you

’bout how sprung I gotcha

Wanna show me how you work it baby,

no problem

Get on top then get to bouncing round

like a low rider

I’m a seasons vet

when it comes to this shit

After you broke up a sweat

you can play with the stick

I’m tryin to explain baby

the best way I can

I melt in your mouth girl,

not in your hands (ha ha)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Bridge:  50 Cent & Olivia]

Girl what we do (what we do)

And where we do (and where we do)

The things we do (things we do)

Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

 

[Verse 2:  50 Cent]

Give it to me baby, nice and slow

Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo

You ain’t never heard a sound like this before

Cause I ain’t never put it down like this

Soon as I come through the door

she get to pullin on my zipper

It’s like it’s a race who can get undress quicker

Isn’t it ironic how erotic it is

to watchem in thongs

Had me thinking ’bout that ass

after I’m gone

I touch the right spot at the right time

Lights on or lights off,

she like it from behind

So seductive,

you should see the way she wind

Her hips in slow-mo on the floor

when we grind

As long as she ain’t stoppin, homie

I ain’t stoppin

Drippin wet with sweat man its on

and popping

All my champaigne campaign,

bottle after bottle its on

And we goin’ sip till every bubble in every bottle is gone

 

[Chorus 2x]

 

“As if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself-as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.”

Walt Whitman

 

He was Chain Gang Charlie, before I went to the chain gang.  He was a Republican.  He was the enemy, and I disliked his politics, and I would never vote for him.  His was the voice of compulsion vs. compassion.  Virginia, don’t you just hate it when people change?  I had him pidgeon-holed, boxed, figured out, categorized, and he goes and does a compassionate thing for others.  Who would have thought that Chain Gang Charlie would become a Cool Hand Charlie?  Thanks, Charlie!  You gave me back some of my rights, and for that, you have my vote.

From The St. Petersburg Times, April 4, 2007, page 13A, by Governor Charlie Crist:

Our Founding Fathers set forth in the Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”  To secure these rights, we, the people created our government.

When a citizen breaks the law, he or she has taken something from society, so we view punishment as the repayment of that debt.  The debt is paid by serving jail or prison time, probation, and paying restitution to the victims of the crime.  And like any debt, once the citizen has fully repaid, he or she should be afforded the opportunity, except where the most heinous of crimes have been committed, to re-enter society with the same rights the citizen had before breaking the law.

That is the way the system should work, and that is the way it does work in 45 of our 50 states.  Unfortunately, in five states-Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Kentucky and Florida-we do not restore civil rights to those who have broken the law once they have paid their debt in full.

Why is Florida among only five states that do not automatically restore civil rights?  Like Florida, many Southern states struggling through the Jim Crow era resisted calls to change their laws denying the restoration of civil rights.  Since then, all but five of these states have realized the historical underpinning for denying the restoration of civil rights and repealed these unjust laws.

Some who favor the current system argue that restoring civil rights is somehow “weak on crime,” as if restoring the right to vote, to serve on a jury or to work lessens the punishment or encourages a person to commit new crimes.  In fact, the opposite should be true.  Giving a person a meaningful way to re-enter society, make a living and participate in our democracy will encourage good behavior.  Moreover, there is no historical record in states that have restored civil rights to argue that restoration has increased crime. 

Thankfully, crime in Florida is at a 35-year low, and no state has been tougher on crime than we have.  For more than a decade, we have fought to ensure criminals are held accountable for their actions through strict sentencing.  As a state senator, I sponsored the bill that brought chain gangs back to Florida and sponsored the landmark “Stop Turning Out Prisoners” Act to require criminals to serve at least 85 percent of their sentences.

This year, through the passage of the Anti-Murder Act, we will require violent felony offenders who violate probation to remain in jail until a judge finds they no longer pose a danger to the community.  Violent criminals who abuse the privilege of probation will not be given the opportunity to prey on Florida’s citizens.

The ultimate goal of these laws is justice.  Those who do not abide by the laws of our land pay a tough penalty for doing so, and they should .  But once they have paid their debt, society should honor its part of the bargain and allow citizens to re-enter society and enjoy the rights granted by our Creator.  To not do so is more than reckless or irresponsible, it is unjust.  As Abraham Lincoln reminded the nation in his second inaugural address, your elected representatives should govern with “malice toward none, and charity for all.”

Thank you, Charlie!

From The New York Times, April 3, 2007:

Florida Governor Is Hoping to Restore Felon Voting Rights       by Abby Goodnough

“Florida is the most populous of three states whose constituients require withdrawal of voting rights from all convicted felons, and it has the nation’s largest number of disnfranchised former offenders.  The other two states are Kentucky and Virginia.”

Virginia, do you see it?  I knew you would.  Where did Virginia come from, and what happened to Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi?  Semantics, Virginia, is trying to figure out can they both be right?  For me, I’m just happy that Charlie showed compassion.

Three Duke boys recently got cleared of rape charges after the alleged victim was no longer certain if she had been penetrated, and DNA evidence failed to connect any of the boys to the woman.  This is what one of the boys said as printed in the St. Petersburg Times, page 7A, of Thursday, April 12, 2007:

“This entire experience has opened my eyes up to a tragic world of injustice I never knew existed.  If police officers and a district attorney can systematically railroad us with absolutely no evidence whatsoever, I can’t imagine what they’d do to people who do not have the resources to defend themselves.”

Reade Seligmann, 21, one of the players who was cleared.

Well Reade, I too, was like you, until I found out, and spent 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks in prison.  I didn’t know, Virginia;  I’m sorry.

Last weekend, my brothers and their wives, and my niece and I layed our mother/grandmother’s ashes to rest.  They had saved her ashes until we could be together again.  It is in my family that I find strength, and J.D. is also part of my family.

 

Born In Prison

By John Lennon

 

We’re born in a prison

Raised in a prison

Sent to a prison called school

 

We cry in a prison

We love in a prison

We dream in a prison like fools

 

Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved

Reach for yourself and your battered mates

Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken

Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate

 

We live with no reason

Kicked around for no reason

Thrown out without reason like tools

 

We work in a prison

We hate in a prison

And die in a prison as a rule

 

Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved

Reach for yourself and your battered mates

Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken

Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate

 

We live in a prison

Among judges and wardens

And wait for no reason for you

We laugh in a prison

Go through all four seasons

And die with no vision of truth

 

Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved

Reach for yourself and your battered mates

Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken

Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate

 

 

“That’s the King’s Messenger.  He’s in prison now, being punished:  and the trial doesn’t even begin till next Wednesday:  and of course the crime comes last of all.” 

“Suppose he never commits the crime?”  said Alice.

“That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?”

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass

 

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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

                                            Chapter Twenty-Four

                                The Oppression & Resistance Continue

 

Folsom Prison Blues

By Johnny Cash

“I hear the train a comin’

it’s rolling round the bend

and I ain’t seen the sunshine since

I don’t know when,

I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and

time deeps draggin’ on

but that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Anton..

When I was just a baby my mama

told me, son,

always be a good boy, don’t ever

play with guns

But I shot a man in Reno just to

watch him die

now every time I hear that whistle I

hang my head and cry..

 

“I bet there’s rich folks eating in a

fancy dining car

they’re probably drinkin’ coffee and

smoking big cigars.

Well I know I had it coming, I know

I can’t be free

but those people keep a movin’

and that’s what tortures me…

 

“Well if they’d free me from this

prison,

if that railroad train was mine

I bet I’d move just a little further

down the line

far from Folsom prison, that’s

where I want to stay

and I’d let that lonesome whistle

blow my blues away…..”

 

 

“God is with those who persevere.”

Koran, ch. VIII

 

If you missed my NPR(National Public Radio) interview, you may hear it with Mike Pesca, by typing in any search engine:

npr.org;

then in their search engine, type in Day to Day;

then In this program, select Day to Day;

then About this topic, select Politics & Society;

then On these dates, select Past Month;

hit enter;

then scroll down to page two;

then scroll down to March 19, 2007, Supreme Court Weighs Student Free Speech Case, and there it is.  Just click on the the listen/sound/volume button.  About 12 minutes long.

 

“BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.”

George Orwell, 1984

 

I read it, as it was inadvertently posted for one day on the prison notice board, locked up behind glass.  It is there in the archives, on the computers, in the system, in the deleted files, or saved files.  I was so astounded that I did not copy it immediately, and when I went back to copy it, it had been removed.  It basically was from the Florida Department of Corrections headquarters in Tallahassee, addressed to all the Wardens, and VIP’s.  It basically said that the worst thing that could happen is to let inmates win grievances.  That, my dear gentle reader, is an example of systemic violence.

It is this type of thinking that cost two homeless men their lives recently in my county.  It is this type of thinking that cost a gay man his life this month in a nearby county.  It is this type of thinking that cost a young 14 year old African American his life last year in our state correctional system.  It is this type of thinking that allowed many guards to enter Frank Valdez’s cell in this state and stomp him to death.  Frank’s widow received about $800,000.00 for that thinking.  The young lad above has earned his family $2,000,000.00 to date, and our new Governor, Charlie Crist, is attempting to get them another $5,000,000.00.  I am sure they would prefer his company to all that money.  Virginia, that is systemic violence.

Speaking of Charlie, he wants to give me my right to vote back.  Virginia, you know that I rarely vote for Republicans, but I would vote for Charlie, if he gives me back my right to vote, which I currently have lost for live.  That is systemic violence.

My love has transferred to a new prison at his request.  It is one of our faith based prisons.  Did you hear me, Virginia?  Faith based!  Faith!  Religious freedom?  1st Amendment?  Ha!

In my time in prison, I never wore a cross.  It was not from my lack of attempt to get one.  A pastor’s wife sent me one.  DOC sent it back.  It did not come from an approved source.  My brother ordered me one, and the supplier refused to deliver to prisons.  Go figure.

The rules state you may wear a cross if it is sent from a jeweler, or approved source.  It may not cost over $50.00.  Forms must be filed.  Approval must be made.  Nothing in prison comes easy, except abuse.

I ordered my boy a cross and chain at Christmas, from HSN(Home Shopping Network).  It was sent back.  I ordered another.  It was sent back.  I called the prison chaplain.  He informed me that the cross had been sent by UPS(United Parcel Service).  The horror!!  That is not an approved method of shipment.  Who knew?  Only US mail is allowed.  It is nice to be a monopoly.

So the chaplain suggested that I may wish to order from Sidney Charles Direct Regulation Religious Medallion Catalog.  J.D. picked out from page 5, the PC108, Disk, with a cross in it, gold colored, about the size of a half dollar, with a 24″, #1 Figaro Chain, from page 14, at a total cost of $24.00, plus shipping, which was, of course, by US mail.  He filed the proper forms, and received approval.  He received it, and was allowed to wear it.  It gave him joy.

Parts of a letter my love mailed me, on 3/14/07, at 8:55pm:

“Dear Love,

“I just made 24 hours here, and so far so good.  I saw alot of people from previous camps, most of them are energy drainers, so I ‘What’s up’ them, and peel off.  Oh yeah!!  P is here too.  Do you remember P?  How can we forget him!!  He’s doing fine.  He told me that he was just thinking about me.  We didn’t talk long.  I told him you’re out doing fine, and still keeping it real with me…I still have love for him.  Blessings continue!!

“I have a straight roommate.  He looks like he’s Indian or something.  Don’t know how long he’s got, but he has been here 17 months.  He gave me the 411.  Basically, keep your nose clean, and you’ll make it.  Simple as that.

“They made me mail my chain, that you got me, home.  They say it’s ‘too flashy.’  What kind of shit is that when I got it approved and under $50.00  I didn’t show my ghetto side.  I just complied.  No matter what I said, they wasn’t trying to hear it!  So, I sent it to my MaMa.  I told her to hold it until otherwise.  This is not the camp to look sporty at.  Other than that, I’ll make it.  I’m gonna sign up for business management.  How about that?

“3/15/07  6:52am

“Dear Love,

“Didn’t go to breakfast this morning.  I felt like sleeping in, plus I needed the sleep anyway.  I got up, made my bunk, did my hygiene, now I’m writing my baby!!

“Work-call is at 8:00am, and the yard will open sometime around 9:00am.  I’m on the call-out for ITC.  I guess they’ll assign me a job.  Oh well, I can handle anything they throw at me!!

“I think I’m going to hangout for awhile ’cause it’s not that bad.  We even get to control our lights in our cells, cool, hun??

“The inmates here are different, meaning they’re not all wild acting, pants hanging off their asses, & there aren’t anybody hustling out on the yard.  I didn’t even see nobody selling spots in the canteen line, even though you’re gonna make it.  This place haven’t even had rose tinted glasses since Dec. Wow!!  So ya know this ain’t the place for the B.S!!

“Big B.J. came down to my cell yesterday after dinner to holla at me.  I showed him some pictures of ya, and he saw a couple with you & a few of your lady co-workers that he was diggin’.  Do you remember…

“Enclosed is front page of USA Today, I know you’ll enjoy reading!!  The struggle continues, Love.  You may not know this, but alot of students appreciate you, Mary, & John for making it possible for students to express their First Amendment right. 

“Baby, ya know I love ya, and appreciate ya, & I’m very grateful & thankful for all you’re doing for me!!  You’re the best, Love, and I’m going to…when we’re together again!!

“AML & M/L/&R,

“You’re #1 & Only J.D.  xoxoxo”

On Sunday, March 25, 2007, at 1:39pm, my partner wrote:

“Dear Love,

“Just came back from lunch, we had tacos, yum!!  On the way I dropped that informal grievance in the box.  Basically saying it’s been approved with the chaplain & property room at (his last prison), & I have an invoice showing it’s not over fifty($50).  We’ll see what they say.

“I enjoyed talking with ya, just hearing ya voice lifted my spirit!!  I like when ya tell me you’re…

“Yeah, Love, Ch. 21 brought back some memories!!  As I was reading, I saw it clearly like it was yesterday.  Damn, Love!! ya wrote down everything.  I still love the idea of opening up a club-C & J.D.  Hell yeah!!  Us against the world, baby!!

“…I can see us hanging out like that once I get out of here, Love.  I long for that day to come.  You are my world, Chris.  I don’t even think you know that…”

My boy is at a faith based camp and they won’t even let him wear a cross.  How fucked up is that?  It was the beginning of the 21st century, on the planet earth, in a state called Florida, known for it’s sunshine, beaches, Disney World, and abuse of inmates.  They were kept away from scrutiny, behind the razorwire.  Virginia, I know.  I was there.  It was real.  I think we can do better.  What do you think?

 

Amazing Grace

By John Newton

 

“Amazing Grace(How sweet the sound)

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

 

“‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace my fear reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believ’d!

 

“Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares

I have already come;

‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home.

 

“The Lord has promised good to me.

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

 

“Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall profess, within the vail,

A life of joy and peace.

 

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be for ever mine.”

 

You may wish to check out http://www.manipulatedtrial.de/.

J.D. & I wish you & yours peace!

 

 

 

   

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

The Violations Continue

 

 

“And said to the judges, Take heed what ye do:  for ye judge not for man, but for the Lord, who is with you in judgment.

“Wherefore now let the fear of the Lord be upon you;  take heed and do it:  for there is no iniquity with the Lord our God, nor respect of persons, nor taking of gifts.”

II Chronicles 19:  6 & 7

 

 

 

“Security is mostly a superstitution.  It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it….Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure….Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

Helen Keller

 

I watched as he urinated upon himself.  It is one of our last acts.  It occurs simultaneously when the soul leaves our bodies.  It is the end of earthly life.  He was nineteen years old.  His name was Ed.  He had hung himself in the bathroom.  It was during shift change, an opportune time that he had figured out.  It was in a psychiatric facility.  The code had been called, and I ran to his room, and assisted staff as we lifted him down, and administered CPR.  I was a Supervisor.  How had I missed the clues?  The day before he began giving away his prized possessions.  That was a clue.

In life, there are clues to systemic violence, and injustice, to those who are educated enough to know what, and how to look for them.  If you can vote, as I no longer can, vote for those who oppose systemic violence, in all its forms. 

My first street fighting occured on 28th St., just north of Ingersoll Ave., in Des Moines, when I was sixteen years old.  My friend, Marc, and I were attacked by three other young men.  Marc took on the biggest, and the other two came at me.  I kicked one in the groin, which lifted him off the ground, and landed him on his back, in the street.  The other one I managed to maneuver into a headlock, and proceeded to pound his head into the side of a car door.  The sound of a siren ended the conflict.  Later, we all became friends.  Isn’t conflict strange, Virginia?  Last week, I bought a pair of shorts from Targets, that were made in Vietnam.  Yesterday’s enemy is today’s business partner.

I have received public and private training in self defense.  I have been in riots in maximum security as law enforcement.  I have disarmed assailants.  I have triumphed in hand to hand combat.  I abhor violence, and I know how to kill, but I refuse to do so.

I currently live in Clearwater, Florida, in a neighborhood that the St. Petersburg Times refers to as, “a blighted neighborhood”(3-19-07,page 4B).  I’m glad they told me.  I have lived here for over a year now, and I would never had known.  I considered the projects of Lexington, Kentucky, as blighted, not here, but what do I know.

I watch daily as they walk by my second story apartment window.  They have ragged, torn, and ripped faces, from years of alcoholism, drug abuse, poverty, mental illness, despair, and age.  They carry their worldly possessions with them.  Sometimes, they are young, with children.  They come in all sizes, ages, and races.  They are our homeless.

I have slept next to them, lived with them, walked among them day and night, and loved them.  They have never harmed me.  Some stop, drop their worldly treasures, point to the sky, and mutter to themselves. 

FBI statistics will inform you that first floor apartments have more crime than second, or higher floor apartments.  The criminal mind is usually a lazy mind.  The first floor is more convenient.

It was Monday, March 19th, 2007, and I had been doing research and writing on my computer.  It was approximately 8pm.  I was home alone;  the windows were closed and locked;  the door was locked and bolted.  I had done my normal security checks earlier, and I knew that I was safe, or so I thought.

All my years of training;  all my education, and experience had not prepared me for what was about to happen.  I had uncensored rap playing on my Bright House channel on the TV, in the living room.  The lights were on;  the temperature was perfect. I got up from my computer, stripped, and walked to the bathroom.  I now was totally vulnerable.  All the curtains were drawn.  I opened the clear shower curtain, and stepped into the tub, drew the curtain closed, turned the shower on, let it warm up, and enjoyed my shower.  I stepped out, and dried off with my blue towel.  I placed the wet towel back on the towel rack, and walked back to my bedroom, totally naked. 

I walked into my bedroom, and there he was.  I froze in my tracks.  Where had he come from?  I never heard him.  It is the nightmare, where you can’t scream, or move.  You are paralized in fear.  He moved faster than I had ever seen anyone move.  The violation had occurred.  He had entered the most private of sanctuaries, my home.  He had come unannounced, or invited.  He meant me ill will.  As fast as he was moving, I was recording it all.  That is what I do.  The computer in my mind, better than any computer in the world was observing, analyzing, interpreting, and developing a survival strategy.  He had invaded my home, my bedroom, and my life was in jeopardy.  I grabbed the knife in his hand, and we struggled…”What the,” I said, as I felt his power.  I knew then that he was stronger than I.  I pushed the knife away from my body, and he pushed it closer to my heart.  I could not believe what was was happening, but I saw it all, and I felt his force.  He was cold, calulating, impersonal, and I knew he had a sociopathic mind.  This was it, I had met my match, I had no choice, it was him or me, and I, well today, I decided was not my day to die.  I did what came natural, I dropped down to pull his ankle away from his body, to gain the upper hand.  I saw imminent danger;  it was a real threat;  my life was in danger;  deadly force was justified, and I, I exercised it with extreme prejudice.  I jerked the power cord out of the wall, and the cursor that was his knife died on the screen.  I had killed the hacker.

He had managed to change some of my settings to allow him future access to my computer.  I corrected the violations.  He came back, but was not allowed entrance.  Was it the FBI, Homeland Security, CIA, Army Intelligence, Russian Mafia, or a lone hacker?  What was his purpose?  Ah, Virginia, these are perilous and precious times in which we live.  I’m glad to be here, how about you?

 

Dad wrote in his book, Compassion:

Compassion in Philosophy

From the point of view of the Western World, it is interesting to note that our major religion (Christianity) had its roots in the Middle East, but our philosophy originated in Greece.  Although Greece was geographically close to the middle East, its major philosopher (Plato) seemed to be more influenced by the ideas in the Indian religion than by those in the Middle Eastern religion of Judaism.  This may be at least partly a function of the fact that Plato was developing his philosophy (based on the teaching of Socrates) when the Jews were exiled in Babylon.

In Plato’s Lysis, Socrates defined friendship in terms of loving one’s enemies as well as one’s friends.  Socrates was arrested by the authorities of his time for teaching treason, corrupting the youth, and disbelieving in gods.  At his trial (as recorded in Plato’s Apology he pleaded:  “I do nothing but go about persuading you all not to take thought for your persons or your properties, but first and chiefly to care about the greatest improvement of the soul….  This is my teaching, and if this is the doctrine which corrupts the youth, I am a mischievous person.”  While waiting for his execution(as recorded in Plato’s Crito), he said to a friend:  “Not life, but a good life is chiefly to be valued….  We must injure no one at all….  We ought not to retaliate or render evil for evil to any one, whatever evil we may have suffered from him.”  The principle of coherence and its standards of judging authentic values (universality, eternity, unity, honesty, and freedom) were clearly implied throughout the Platonic dialogues.

Spinoza, the Jewish philosopher, believed that the resonable man would desire nothing for himself that he did not desire for others as well;  he would love his neighbor as himself.  The British Utilitarians defined value as pleasure, and proposed that the greatest happiness for the greatest number of people was the standard for judging authentic values.  American Pragmatists defined morality in terms of the best results for mankind as a whole.  Existentialists have emphasized the close relationship between individual freedom and social responsibility:  although man is free to choose for himself alone, every choice involves all mankind, so that the individual is responsible for others as well as himself.  Marx assumed that man was naturally good, but readily corrupted by a selfish society.  There should be a harmony of interest between the individual and community, and a close relationship between theory and practice.

Like the great religious teachers, the great philosophers have generally found altruism to be a more authentic value than egoism, but some philosophers(like some prophets) have extolled the value of egoism and the virtue of selfishness.  Nietzche, for example, glorified egoism in his “master morality” of might makes right in opposition to the “slave moralities” of Judaism, Christianity, and Democracy, which he found contemptible:  “Egoism belongs to the essence of the noble soul, I mean the unalterable belief that to a being such as ‘we,’ other beings must naturally be in subjection, and have to sacrifice themselves.”  The virtue of selfishness has been extolled in modern times by Ayn Rand, who defines what is right in terms of using oneself and one’s own property to please oneself alone.  She emphatically denies any responsibility for others, except to please oneself.  Selfishness is not supposed to hurt others in this philosophy, but the political implications of laissez-faire capitalism which she has drawn from her philosophy of selfishness would enable a few “superior” individuals to enjoy themselves at the expense of others.

In philosophy, as in religion, the issues are clearly drawn:  compassion vs. compulsion, altruism vs. egoism, the principle of coherence vs. the principle of authority, and faith in human nature vs. lack of such faith.

Altruistic philosophers and prophets generally assumed that human nature was basically good and that the human mind was able to choose between good and evil.  Individual freedom was assumed to generate its own sense of social responsibility, so that relatively democratic and permissive methods of education and government were recommended.

Egoistic philosphers and prophets generally assumed that human nature was basically evil and determined to be selfish.  Although individual freedom was emphasized as much in egoism as in altrism, egoism denied responsibility for others.  The morality of egoism clearly explicated the need for relatively autocratic and punitive methods of education and government to train and to make “inferior” individuals or groups stay in their proper social positions.  Consequently, freedom was for the few, but not for the many, from this point of view.

The altuistic principle of coherence included universality, eternity, unity, honesty, and freedom for all, as standards for judging the authenticity of values.  The egoistic principle for determining authenticity was simply the doctrine that might makes right.  These basic principles provide the most basic definitions of compassion and compulsion, respectively.

The age-old conflict between authority and freedom goes on, with authority (in the Western world, at least) on the side of compulsive egoism and freedom on the side of compassionate altruism.  How to overcome compulsion with compassion? is a question crying for some answers.  The world is dying from lack of compassion.  Can we be saved in time from destroying ourselves by ourselves?  If so, How?  When and Where?  And who will do it?

I don’t know, Virginia, I think my old man asks a lot of questions.  What do you think?  During the depression, he spent time in a Texas jail for stealing a quart of milk.  I wonder if we might be considered an organized crime family.  Just a thought. 

 

“Mankind censure injustice, fearing that they may be the victims of it and not because they shrink from committing it.”

Plato

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Sunday, March 18th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

 Chapter Twenty-Two

          Memories

 

” ‘Love thy neighbour as thyself’ is a positive precept.  But in all Christian communities the man who obeys this precept is persecuted, suffering at least poverty, usually imprisonment, and sometimes death.  The world is full of injustice, and those who profit by injustice are in a position to administer rewards and punishments.  The rewards go to those who invent ingenious justifications for inequality, the punishments to those who try to remedy it.  I do not know of any country where a man who has a genuine love for his neighbour can long avoid obloquy.”

Bertrand Russell, 1928

 

“It is a wise father that knows his own child.”

Shakespeare

 

I called him “Dad”, and he called me “Old Kid.”  He was a doctor of psychology, and spent the last twenty five years of his life as a peace researcher.  He was William Edward Eckhardt.

When he suffered a heart attack in 1983, I moved to Florida to assist him and ma.  When he had his testes removed due to prostate cancer, I assisted him.  At that time the normal life expectancy after such removal was five years;  he enjoyed eight more years.

Fifteen years ago today(3-17-07), brothers Bill, Ed, Steve, and I lost our father, and my mother lost her husband of forty nine years.  He was a good father, husband, and teacher.

I gained many things in prison, and I lost many, so I am happy for the Internet.  I have love for the Internet.  Today, I discovered some of his writings on the Internet that I was unaware of.

This is from his book, Compassion:

1 Compassion vs. Compulsion

The world is dying from lack of compassion.  Men are killing one another, sometimes swiftly, sometimes more slowly.  We are killing one another by pollution;  by making some of us affluent at the expense of others living in poverty;  by unjust discriminations on the basis of race, sex, etc.;  by crowding ourselves with overpopulation; and by outright slaughter in revolutions and wars.  We seem to be more or less unconsciously compelled to engage in those activities and relations which produce overpopulation, pollution, and poverty;  which promote prejudice;  and which make wars inevitable.  For the most part, these effects do not seem to be consciously desired by most human beings.  Most people and governments consider them to be undesirable as ends, but seem virtually compelled to act in ways that lead to these ends, almost as if they had no choice in the matter at all…

Historically, compassion has generally been the central concept in most of the world’s great philosophies and religions since about 800 B.C.  The concept of one God for all men seemed to usher in this age of compassion.  The concept of one God made all men one.  In Hinduism, for example, the one God (Brahma) was the one Self (Atman) distributed among all men.  Consequently, the self separated from others (Ego) was considered to be the source of all evil in human affairs.  Selfishness was sin.  Morality consisted of promoting the welfare of others, at least not injuring others, even at the expense of oneself.

This emphasis on duty to others vs. selfish desire was later shifted by “the blessed Lord,” Krishna, who defined himself as “desire not contrary to duty,” suggesting that there was no necessary conflict between duty to self and duty to others.  The good man was defined by Krishna as “He who beareth no ill-will to any being, friendly and compassionate, without attachment and egoism, balanced in pleasure and pain, and forgiving, ever content, harmonious with the self controlled, resolute, with mind and reason dedicated to me.”  On the other hand, “Hypocrisy, arrogance and deceit, wrath and also harshness and unwisdom are his who is born with demonical properties….  Given over to egoism, power, insolence, lust and wrath, these malicious ones hate me in the bodies of others and in their own.”

Being “born with demonical properties” should not be interpreted here in the Western sense of heredity, but rather in terms of the Hindu doctrine of Karma:  “A man is the creator of his own fate….  A man cannot fly from the effects of his own prior deeds.”  Fate, from this point of view , was determined by one’s own choices in this or some previous life.

The Hindu scriptures clearly implied at least five standards of judging the value of compassion:  (1)  Universality, or extent of value (”The good show compassion towards all living beings….  The world is but one family.”  (2)  Eternity, or duration of value, implied by the doctrine of Karma;  (3)  Unity, or consistency of values with one another, implies by one God;  (4)  Honesty, or doing good deeds as well as thinking good thoughts;  and (5)  Freedom, the source of all values…

The principle of coherence was reiterated by Buddha in his “Noble Eightfold Path” to achieve Nirvana, or advantageous Karma.  His noble path called for righteousness in belief, aspiration, speech, action, livelihood, endeavor, love and truth.  “To him in whom love dwells, the whole world is but one family.”  “Let a man overcome anger by love, let him overcome evil by good;  let him overcome the greedy by liberality, the liar by truth!”

While Buddha was reforming Hinduism in India, the Hebrew prophets were active in Israel, Zarathustra in Persia, and Confucius and Lao Tze in China.  Like Buddha, Confucius did not use the concept of God but emphasized the basic goodness of man and the principle of reciprocity found in all great religions:  “What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others.”  Although he found no justice in turning the other cheek, he emphasized that justice should be administered more by good example than by punishment, and capital punishment was prohibited.  The function of government was the welfare of the people.  Following Confucius, Mencius also believed that it was better to rule by compassion than by compulsion, but some other Chinese teachers believed otherwise:  “Men become naturally spoiled by love but submissive to authority…”

Lao Tze was more mystical than Confucius, his concept of Tao coming close to the concept of God, although the two should probably not be strictly equated with each other:  “When Tao is lost, out come all the differences in things.”  Tao did not use force, but carried out relief of human suffering and returned “love for great hatred.”  Tao was clearly on the side of compassion vs. compulsion.

Some of the Hebrew prophets (such as Isaiah, Micah, and Hosea) made a universal god out of the tribal god Yahweh.  The tribal god of war became a merciful father of all men who required them to be just and merciful in relation to one another.  Like the other great religions, the prophetic religion of the Hebrews emphasized the basic goodness of man and tried to replace the Mosaic law of retaliation (an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and the death penalty for almost everything if you were poor) with a more coherent principle of tempering justice with mercy.  They constantly criticized their governments (judges and kings) for neglecting the people, the poor, the suffering, the orphan, the widow, the foreigner, etc.  A wave of compassion swept across Israel in the time of these prophets, who called themselves the mouthpiece of God or the voice of the Lord, but it may be wondered how many were  listening.  The more nationalist (tribal) prophets seem to have got a better hearing than the internationalist (universal) prophets, judging from the subsequent history of the Hebrews.

The Hindus and Buddhists in India, Confucius and Lao Tze in China, and the great prophets in Israel never mention the Devil.  Bad behavior was not the work of the Devil, but a function of lack of faith in human nature or in God.  Where there was a God, faith in God meant loving others as well as oneself, so that loving God meant loving man.  Separation from God, or the noble path, or the Tao, or the principle of reciprocity all meant the same thing:  Egoism, the source of all evil…

Then came Zarathustra in Persia at about the same time as the other great religious leaders in China, India, and Israel.  Like them Zarathustra encouraged men to relieve the poor and love the righteous.  He also emphasized the absolute freedom of man to choose between good and evil.  God was the source of all good or value, while Satan was introduced on the great religious scene for the first time as the source of all evil and violence…

During their Babylonian exile in the 4th century B.C., the Jews may have come into contact wth the teachings of Zarathustra.  At least, when they returned from this exile they brought back the concept of the Devil wth them, as recorded in the so-called apocryphal books of the Old Testament writings from about 300 B.C. to the time of Christ.  In this manner the Devil became a part of both the Christian and Mohammedan offshoots of Judasm.  The Devil may have lost some of his force in the later developments of Islam and Judaism, but he became a more and more powerful force in the later developments of Christianity, where the stronger the Devil became the weaker became the concept of human freedom.

At the time of Krishna in India, Christ came to Israel (as the great prophets came before him) to replace the Mosaic law of retaliaton with compassion, forgiveness, and love.  While the prophets carried their message primarly to the rulers of the people, Jesus carried his message directly to the people.  Practicing what he preached, he cured many forms of mental illness, proving that the Devil and even “death” itself were no match against the power of forgiveness.  He drove out “devils” and restored the ”dead” from the “tombs” (places for the dead to which the mentally ill were confined in those days to separate them from the rest of society.  There were no insane asylums nor mental hospitals in those days).

On the basis of his own insightful experience, Paul found that love overcame the “death” (wages of sin) in him which the Mosaic law never did.  In his conversion from the law (compulsion) to love (compassion), Paul found a new sense of freedom in his new belief.  The “truth” about forgiveness made men free from compulsion.  Augustine had so much faith in the righteousness of love that he could say at one time:  “Love, and do what you will.”  By the time of Aquinas, the law had returned to power.  Following Aquinas, Dante believed that free will implied responsibility, and that injustice was the greatest social sin.  Kant’s categorical imperative implied both universal and eternal standards of value:  It was right to do what every one else could do and keep on doing.  Throughout the development of Christianity, the morality of doing one’s duty presupposed individual freedom, and freedom meant choosing between good and evil.  But  orthodox Christianity in its Catholic, Calvinist, Puritan, and Fundmentalist forms promoted the belief that man is basically evil and therefore must be socially controlled.  Compulsion has triumphed over compassion in the most fashionable Christian circles today, where compassion ends nailed to a cross more often than not.  Compassion is honored in practice other than preaching only in a few small Christian sects such as the Quakers, Religious Society of Friends, for example.

There are some radical rumblings, however, which have emerged in some Catholic and protestant churches during the last ten years, which may make the future different from the past.  But don’t hold your breath while you are listening for these rumblings.  They are still rather faint and faraway.  Some of these radicals have been murdered, and some of them are in prison charged, of course with treason.  It is treacherous now, as it was two thousand years ago, to practice and preach compassion in a compulsive society.  Wherever treason is defined as “loving one’s enemies,” compassion is a crime.

Compassion is surely there in the sacred writings of the great religious teachers, but how to get it out of the book into the world, how to get its will done on earth as well as in heaven, remains a question in search of an answer… 

That was my dad, and I am his son.  He taught me about courage and justice;  giving and forgiving.

 

Also under www.rightsmatter.org, I just discovered the following speech that I gave to students in Boston, on December 3rd, 1991, and printed in Bill of Rights Network in the winter 1991:

The Day I Wore A Black Armband to school:

By Christopher Eckhardt

In November, 1965, I was one of the 60 people who made the trip from Iowa to Washington, DC, to protest-along with 20,000 other Americans-the war in Vietnam.  It took us a further eight years to bring that war to an end.

The following month, in December, a group of peace lovers in Des Moines, Iowa, decided to wear black armbands from December 16, to January 1, to mourn the dead on both sides in Vietnam and support Senator Robert Kennedy’s call for a Christmas ceasefire.  When the Des Moines School Board got wind of the plan they passed a rule that anyone wearing an armband would be suspended for upsetting the educational atmosphere of the schools.

Impending disruption

This was a good example of the use of prior restraint.  The school board pretended to know that the future school environment would be endangered by wearing a black armband, and made up a rule to deal with the situatuion.  I and four other students were, they believed, going to disrupt the educational atmosphere of 18,000 students in the school system.

But just the year before, students were asked to wear black armbands to school to mourn the loss of school spirit at basketball games.  Wasn’t there more than a hint here of double-standards and hypocrisy?

In December, 1965, the Vietnam War was at its peak.  We had 500,000 over there.  To challenge the black armband rule in school was considered un-American and even communistic.  It was a time when many Americans forgot our Bill or Rights.  My suspension form was to state simply that I was suspended because of my “refusal to comply with a school request.”

I should at this stage give you a bit of personal history.  I had been the president of two separate school student councils, a Boy Scout, an honor roll student and youth church leader.  I was on the track team and had fishing and weight lifting trophies.  I had two newspaper routes, a lawn mowing and snow removal service.  I was voted most likely to succeed by my class and also voted the student with the cleanest locker.  What can I say-I was Mr. Clean.  I had girlfriends and close male friends.  I was an All-American boy.

Civil disobedience

But on December 16, 1965, I followed the path of Henry David Thoreau, who advocated breaking unjust rules or laws by the practice of civil disobedience.  Like Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr, they too broke rules and the law when their consciences said that breaking a rule was more important than following one.

Adolph Eichmann was a Nazi who was partly responsible for killing over six million Jews and millions of gays, gypsies, the handicapped and socially “undesirable.”  His defense was, “I only followed orders.”

After careful thought, I independently decided that the School Board had crossed the line of our Bill of Rights, and was infringing on the freedom of speech and expression guaranteed by our First Amendment.

My father, a doctor in Des Moines, who was active in the movement for peace and civil rights, dropped me off at Theodore Roosevelt High School on the morning of December 16th, with my black armband attached with a safety pin to my camel jacket.  It was snowy and cold and my exterior courage was tempered by my dry throat and butterfly stomach.

When I was turning myself in that morning, I was threatened by fellow students on the way to the principal’s office.  I heard one say to another-”Go ahead, do what you said you were going to do to anyone wearing a black armband.” 

When the assistant vice-principal of the school finally saw me, he asked me to remove my armband.  I refused and attempted to explain the First Amendment to him, to which he replied, “Do you want a busted nose?”  To which I replied, “No.”  He then called my mother to get her to remove my black armband.  My mother was president of the local chapter of the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom.  He obviously did not know my mother.

He then brought in the girl’s advisor who told me that I would never get into college because colleges didn’t take protesters.  She also told me I should use my suspension time to look for another school.  I informed her I would be coming back to my same school.  And I did attend college.

The legal battle

The School Board voted 5-2 against us.  Finally, three out of five of us who wore black armbands decided to sue the School Board-John Tinker, his sister Mary Beth Tinker and myself.  The US District Court ruled against us.  Our attorney testified before three members of the Eighth US Circuit Court of Appeals, who thought it important enough to be heard by all eight judges.  They split 4-4, which was another loss for us.

Finally, the US Supreme Court heard our case and in February, 1969, ruled 7-2 in our favor.  The court said the School Board had indeed violated our First Amendment rights.  I was grateful to the Iowa Civil Liberties Union, and the ACLU for supporting us, and helping set a precedent for student rights.

I later went on to become a Conscientious Objector on moral and ethical grounds.  I’m not sure exactly why we are here, but I do believe we are not put here to kill one another, and I refuse to play that game.

I have not been hurt by my opposition to the Vietnam War.  The US Department of Justice went on to train me as a Mediator-a position I held for five years.  I obtained FBI and Secret Service clearance to cover the Wounded Knee uprising in South Dakota, as a publisher and reporter for my own newspaper.  I also hosted my own prime time public affairs TV show.

I hope that if you have learned just one thing during our short time together, it is that you as one person can make a difference, just as I did.  It was one person after another that finally ended the Vietnam War.

I am a patriot, and I ask you to stand up for what’s right, whenever anyone challenges our Bill of Rights.  I hope that in another 25 years one of you will be up here, telling your story of struggle to keep the Bill of Rights alive.  Unless you guard, and fight for it, and use it, we will surely lose it.

If you think your school, administration, or rules are violating your rights, stand up and fight for what you believe in.  When you can register to vote, vote.  Fight for peace not war.

I leave you with one of my favorite quotes from Justice Abe Fortas’ opinion in my case:  “School officials do not possess absolute authority over their students.  Students in school as well as out of school are ‘persons’ under our Constitution.  They are possessed of fundamental rights, which the State must respect…In the absence of a specific showing of constitutionally valid reasons to regulate speech, students are entitled to freedom of expression of their views.”

Join the struggle, and keep our Bill of Rights healthy.  Thank you!

 

This week I received the following emails:

“Hi Mr. Eckhardt-I am doing a story on a free speech suit against an Alaska High School that will be heard by the Supreme Court on Monday.  Would you have time to talk to me about your own landmark case in 1969-Tinker v. Des Moines.”

Susan James

ABC News

 

 

“Would you have some time to talk to me tomorrow about school free speech issues and your famous court case?”

Mike Pesca

National Public Radio

Day to Day

 

I spoke with Mike, and emailed them both the following statement:

If the United States Supreme Court rules against the least among us, our own children, our students, then none of us are safe anymore.  Next we’ll send women back into the kitchen, pregnant and barefoot; we’ll send Hispanics south of the boarder;  we’ll send African Americans back to the back of the bus;  we”ll send gays back to the closet;  and we’ll send the homeless to jail.  I pray it doesn’t happen, because mourning the death of freedom in America is truly unAmerican in the beginning of the 21st century.

Student Fredericks’ symbolic speech was not disruptive;  it was not on school grounds;  it was not at a school sponsored event.  Mr. Fredericks peacefully exercised his 1st Amendment rights, and our Constitution guarantees him that right, whether we like what he said or not.  That is the greatness of America.

I have personally experienced judicial extremism after 9-11-01, and spent 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks in Florida prisons, from 2001-2006, on my first lifetime felony charge, for an alleged crime that did not involve drugs, sex, or violence.  No one in America has ever received a sentence like mine for my alleged crime, with no criminal intent, and not profiting one dime.

My real crime was being a Conscientious Objector, Vietnam War protester, U.S. Supreme Court winner, liberal Democrat, in a Vietnam Veteran, Republican courtroom, shortly after 9-11.  I was not charged with treason, and I am an American patriot.

These are perilous times.  However, the fact that I may post my story week after week , month after month, on the Internet, for the whole world to read for free, at www.r25288.com, and John may post his material at www.schema-root.org also is evidence that we live in precious times, in a precious country.

Over 40 years ago, John, Mary Beth, and I crossed the line, and stood up against war, and stood up for Student Rights.  I hope for the sake of our children, and ourselves, that our U.S. Supreme Court maintains our democratic principles and rights.  God bless America!

Christopher Eckhardt/R25288

“The cost of liberty is less than the price of repression.”

W.E.B. Du Bois