[News] Doing Time for Political Crime
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August 5, 2004
Doing Time for Political Crime
Paul and Silas, Bound in Jail
By PETER LINEBAUGH
Dave Gilbert, serving a life-sentence in New York, has just come out with
an important, wonderful book, No Surrender: Writings from an
anti-imperialist political prisoner, and Staughton Lynd, counsellor to
death row in Ohio, has just published the scathing jaccuse of our times,
Lucasville: The Untold Story of a Prison Uprising.
Forty years ago they were prominent in SDS (Students for a Democratic
Society), and around then they sang a song that had come up north with the
civil rights movement and which became as appropriate to black power
militants thrown into the penitentiary by COINTELPRO as it had been to the
beloved community suffering in the racist lock-ups of Mississippi.
Paul and Silas, bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail
refrain:
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
We have shut up more than two million behind bars, with almost five million
on probation or parole. As the war and empire grow, so do the prisons. The
one lurches recklessly about the planet, insanely flaying about like an
ogre gone mad; the other swells behind green berms interlaced with gleaming
razor wire where stress positions are studied by social scientists and
death is dealt out by injection needle. Empire and prison grow together in
parallel. The ogre is two-headed in the USA: one head has just grunted in
Boston, and during the pause before the other head starts to bellow in New
York, let us bend our ears to these voices from below, from inside the
belly of the beast.
David Gilbert is a political prisoner. Staughton Lynd writes about prison
politics. Dave Gilbert is a lifelong staunch ally of the black
revolutionary movement. Staughton Lynd has been a civil rights worker, lo!
these many decades. Dave has long thought that the white working class
was on the whole hopelessly compromised by the white supremacy of the
ruling class. Staughton shows that on the race question the prisoners of
Ohios maximum security prison black and white - expressed themselves as
the convict race. Dave writes now from his tiny cell about the whole world.
Staughton, a peacenik of the world (Palestine, Nicaragua, South Africa, and
Youngstown), writes about eleven days in one prison down in Scioto county
along the Scioto River.
The Dean of the University told the students dont go into Harlem. David
did, and he listened to Malcolm X. So much of his politics, the genius of
his activism, came from the AfroAmerican struggle. Dave linked the cry of
Black Power to the struggle of the National Liberation Front in Vietnam.
Dave Gilbert in 1965 founded the first anti-Vietnam war committee at
Columbia University. He welcomed in 1967 into SDS the first pure statements
of womens liberation. He then helped lead the Columbia strike of 1968. In
addition to being an activist, David was a man of words, a careful fighter
in the battle of ideas, able to assemble convincing argument and to express
moral indignation with dignity and righteousness without yelling, as I
remember from editorial meetings of the graduate student union journal,
Ripsaw. He helped SDS to see that the USA was an empire (Niall Ferguson,
Michael Ignatieff, take note).
Dave Gilbert helped form the Weather Underground. Without killing anyone,
the Weather Underground bombed military and corporate targets, during the
early 1970s. Another voice from Columbia University at the time is provided
by Barry S. Willdorf, Bring the War Home! A Novel About Resistance to the
Vietnam War and Racism in the United States Marine Corps.
Only thing that we did wrong
Was staying in the wilderness so long
refrain
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
Dave Gilbert wrote, any white movement worthy of the name revolutionary
had to take on the task of building an underground that could carry on
armed struggle against this criminal government. This is the writing of
historical agency, but it is also writing from too long a stay in the
wilderness. What is a revolutionary? What court could bring this criminal
government to trial? What is a white movement? These questions were not
answered, though they remain on the table. As for the meaning of
underground, and armed struggle, the answers became clear.
What David did wrong happened in 1981 when Thatcher and Reagan were in
power, and the prisons grew. In fact it was the year when the golden
gulag was placed around the neck of the republic, as Ruth Gilmore shows.
David Gilbert was arrested for his role as a driver in a notorious attempt
to expropriate a Brinks money truck in Nyack, N.Y., in which two police
officers and one Brinks guard were killed. As an accessory he is now
serving a life sentence in the N.Y. state prison system, shunted about
according to the whim and ways of the Department of Corrections - now
Elmira, now Attica, presently Dannemora.
At the opening of his trial in September 1982 he said to the court which he
and his co-defendants, Kuwasi Balagoon and Judy Clark, refused to
recognize, We are neither terrorists nor criminals. It is precisely
because of our love of life, because we revel in the human spirit, that we
became freedom fighters against this racist and deadly imperialist system.
We may identify three types of political prisoner. The first is defined
well by Dave Gilbert. A political prisoner, he writes, is anyone whose
incarceration is a result of his or her actions taken, or positions
espoused, on behalf of a political cause specifically a political cause
on behalf of the oppressed and downtrodden in society and against the
powers that be. He then proceeds to identify different types of political
prisoners, viz., prisoners of war, resistance fighters, civil disobedience
activists, and prisoners of conscience.
Staughton Lynd illustrates how prisoners may become political as a result
of incarceration. This is a second sort of political prisoner. The
prisoners learn to respect one another; the prisoners come to expect respect.
The story he tells began on Easter Sunday, April 1993, at the Southern Ohio
Correctional Facility in Lucasville. A long train of abuses on the part of
the prison authorities included over-crowding, racist double-celling,
coaching witnesses, massive shakedowns, scrapped programs, increased use of
snitches, deal cutting, criminal misconduct, and forced application of a
type of TB tests which violated religious taboo. As a last resort, the
prisoners, mostly black, took hostage from the mostly white guards, and
over the course of the eleven day occupation of the prison one correctional
officer and nine prisoners were murdered.
It was one of the longest prison riots in U.S. history, yet it was not
publicized much at the time because Janet Reno, the lictor of the Clinton
administration, ignited the conflageration at the Branch Davidian compound
in Waco, Texas, where so many were consumed, white and black. The flames of
federal destruction were more attractive to the media observers than the
pathetic graffiti inside Lucasville Black and White Together 11 Days,
Convict Race, or hand-drawn press releases on bed sheets The state is
not negotiating, This administration is blocking the press from speaking
to us!! Two members of the convict race, a white one and a black one,
stood shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the yard, surrounded by the
firepower of the State of Ohio and ignored by media bullhorns.
Five men are currently on death row for the murder of the correctional
officer. They are George Skatzes (Aryan Brotherhood), Siddique Abdullah
Hasan (Sunni Muslim), Jason Robb (Aryan Brotherhood), Namir Abdul Mateen
(Sunni Muslim), and Bomani Hondo Shakur whose name means Thankful Mighty
Warrior. These men are solid with each other.
There is a point at which the welders torch becomes so hot, and burns with
such purity, that its flame is no longer yellow, orange, or red, but burns
blue. Then it is capable of cutting through steel. Staughton Lynd has
consumed the trial transcripts, he has patiently endured the hysteria of
the media, he has listened to the men on death row for seven years, and he
has lived the struggles of the rust belt. His torch has illuminated all the
evidence, it burns well beyond heated anger and smoldering resentment, and
by cutting through the state-sponsored lies, threats, evasions,
harassments, racist provocations, snitching, and venality, it has attained
the efficiency of the blue flame of truth.
If you want to understand the American gulag, if you oppose the death
penalty of innocent people, if you can imagine honor, solidarity, and
respect among the poorest and most degraded white, brown, and black, if you
can imagine Aryan Brothers, Muslims, and Black Gangster Disciples in unity
against a common enemy the wall then you are ready for this jaccuse:
I accuse the State of Ohio of deliberately framing innocent men. This is
state-sponsored terrorism, pure and simple. The goal is precisely to
re-assert murderous race relations, for there are more parallels than one
between the Lucasville rebellion and the Waco massacre.
Staughton Lynd explains that respect, derived as it is from the Latin verb
to see, is at the base of two of the worlds profoundest political
values, Satyagrah from the east, habeas corpus from the west. Satyagraha is
what Gandhi believed in. It means clinging to the truth, and truth is the
opposite of violence.
When we recognize the truth of another person, when we refuse to overlook
them, then we respect them. Respect is tied also to the writ of habeas
corpus, the foundation of the Anglo-American system of justice, because it
requires the state to produce the prisoner in open court so that friends
and relatives can see the prisoner, and can confirm with their own eyes and
ears that the government has informed the prisoner of the specific crimes
with which he or she is charged.
Marilyn Buck who herself has served twenty years in prison for political
crime, writes of the difficulty of writing, It is a never-ending effort to
get hold of reading materials and to keep them, or to do research, much
less to read, study, and think. Thought is constantly disrupted; arbitrary
rules and interruptions create a chaos in which sorrow, discontent, and
rage are the generalized response to and currency of the harsh cruelty,
brutality, and absences of imprisoned womens and mens lives. Noise,
stress, fear, even mental breaks fill the time and space of the prison world.
The outstanding journalists in the American prisons are Paul Wright, Mumia
Abu-Jamal, Ray Luc Levasseur, Marilyn Buck, Sundiata Acoli, Wilbert Rideau,
Ron Wikberg,Jalil Muntagim, and Dave Gilbert, comparable to the
revolutionary 1790s in England when an extraordinary assortment of guests
of His Majesty involuntarily gathered in Newgate prison radicals,
democrats, commoners, abolitionists, mutineers, Jacobins, vegetarians,
Irish freedom fighters, union organizers.
Let us describe the virtues of No Surrender with the help of Ho Chi Minh,
also a prison poet.
The body is in prison,
The mind escapes outside:
To bring about great things
The mind must be large and well-tempered.
David Gilberts mind escapes outside, to the whole world. He describes it
in a nutshell. Todays world economy has evolved into a colossal system of
debt peonage, with some 70 nations and billions of human beings in its
cruel thrall. Its a system that brings unprecedented wealth to the
superrich while, literally, squeezing the lifeblood out of the people who
can least afford it.
He describes it in the round. He writes about extraordinary Sandinistas,
twelve women in Nicaragua; he writes about young Palestinians and Israeli
human rights activists during the intifada in Gaza; he writes about the
trafficking of Burmese women and girls into brothels in Thailand; he writes
with unalloyed admiration of the restrained testimony of Japanese American
women; he writes about the disappeared in Guatemala and the deterioration
of human rights in East Timor; he writes about the dirty war in Columbia
and the democratatorship in Bogotá; he writes about Chico Mendes and the
empate, or stand-offs, of the Brazilian rubber-tappers; he writes about the
organ cancers of Navajo teenagers and ecological sacrifice zones of New
Mexico; he writes with lyricism and fellow-feeling for the Zapatistas of
Chiapas; he is open-minded about the Sendero Luminoso in Peru and distills
a useful set of criteria for noticing when a revolutionary movement is
going badly astray; he writes with passionate intensity about the eboli
virus in Zaire and the prevalance of AIDS in Africa.
Indeed on that subject though the body is in prison it could as well be
in Africa. He pioneered the system of AIDS education known as peer
counseling, against bureaucrats of health as well as the bureaucrats of
punishment. In this, he was like his forbears, Dr. James Parkinson, the
English Jacobin who diagnosed shaking palsy and was a revolutionary
democrat during the 1790s, or Dr. Che Guevara for whom the health of the
body politic was foremost and whose clinic straddled the Atlantic to
include Africa and America. Dave Gilbert has brought about great things.
Davids mind has become large and well-tempered. He grapples with some of
the thinkers on the outside who also aspire to do great things. He thinks
with, rather than against or upon, Barbara Kingsolver, bell hooks, Manuel
Castells, Walter Rodney, and Christian Parenti, in essays that are
independent appreciations in respectful, intelligent conversation.
His essays on other political prisoners like Leonard Peltier or Mumia
Abu-Jamal are tributes of intelligence and honor. His recollection of his
comrade, Ted Gold, who died in the townhouse explosion on 11th street in
New York on March 1970, and his tribute to his comrade Marilyn Buck doing
twenty years in California prisons, are written with ardor and passion. His
three haiku poems to Mumia I can compare only to E.P. Thompsons homage to
Allende. He reaches out to his fellow internationalist, the Belfast
freedom-fighter of the IRA, Joe Doherty, who did nine years in the U.S.
gulag quoting his poem,
Some say soon, my walls will fall
In the dust Ill dance to the chorus of Mankind.
Joe Doherty was released as part of he Good Friday Agreement off 1998.
Gilbert is liberal with praise, and though criticism is always direct it is
always gentle. His letters to his son, like Gramscis letters from prison
to his son, are pure fancy, pure delight. The two of them, father and son,
engaged in an epic creation on successive long-distance phone calls which,
like the blind bard who told the story of Troy, they had to do so
sightless. They call it The Vortex. As an introduction to the feeling of
the Weather underground organization nothing exceeds the courage, cunning,
suspense and righteous adventure of The Vortex except perhaps the South
African novelist, Neil Gordons The Company You Keep.
But David Gilbert was a Weather person, and doesnt he deserve to suffer?
This is the tune of the New York Times whose fulsome pleasure greets the
surfacing of these revolutionary militants from the cold underground with
odious little pills of hate setting in motion, as Wordsworth put it under
similar circumstances, the insinuated scoff of coward tongues.
Radical chic to identify with the outlaws; social banditry became the icing
on the cake; and of course it is easy to scorn these postures and
pretensions are deservedly scoffed. The postures We are all outlaws-
claimed the Berkeley radicals, Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers. Are all
prisoners political prisoners? No, but we held that all prisoners could
become political prisoners, since inherent in times of change is the view
and the experience that human beings can change, our sympathies may
enlarge, our consciousness can be raised. Later, after the times changed,
well then, we separate the sheep from the goats, and any fool can see that
you were a sheep all along, and you, why you were born a goat!
At some moments in history it is not yet clear what is going to happen, we
already know that our own actions help determine the outcome, we have a
full sense of historical agency. It is not the times that are a-changing,
it is we who change. It is the revolution which makes the revolutionaries.
On the other hand, realism is the cry of repression; it clangs shut with a
metallic finality, and we turn away, shoulders slightly sunk, scratching
our heads sadly. If we look back in that mood feeling only the melancholy
waste of hopes oerthrown (Wordworth again), we begin to prepare the
ground for apostacy. Realism is a mask that protects us from both. That
scholarly stance is well represented by Cummins in his account of the
California prisoner movement.
The course of Michel Foucault through this time had a similar starting
point in the general strike of Mai 68 and an apparent similar conclusion
in the incarceration of its ultras by 1971. That year he formed Groupe
dinformation sur les prisons, whose methodology was to have those who
suffered speak for themselves. In September was the Attica massacre, in
December a prison mutiny at Toul, France. In November 1971 he shocked Noam
Chomsky in debate by declaring, The proletariat doesnt wage war against
the ruling class because it considers such a war to be just. The
proletariat makes war with the ruling class because, for the first time in
history, it wants to take power. Its a point.
In contrast to the Marxist tradition which puts the concept of Value at the
center of its critiques, Foucault put the emphasis on Power. This
corresponded to a late 60s discourse that emphasized ethnicity in the Third
World revolutions, black, and brown and red. In those days the word
nation among revolutionaries carried much the same freight that the term
commons does today, a locus of collective resources, a place of
cooperation, mutualism. Unlike the commons whose borders remain contested,
the nation was an ethnic, a racial construct.
In weakness we create distinctions, then
Deem that our puny boundaries are things
Which we perceive, and not which we have made.
The study of the labor theory of value leads to the understanding of the
global nature of capitalism without the puny boundaries. This has become
clear with neo-liberalism. The second significance of this concept of value
is that in raising the problem of the transformation of value into price,
it enables us to understand the re-distribution of surplus-value as rent,
interest, and profit, and the continuous struggle for unity within the
capitalist class.
Five years after the massacre Foucault visited Attica concluding, Attica
is a machine for elimination. Prison was a place of exclusion and
marginalization. In contrast to workers, it contains plebeians. This
was a distinction that ran parallel to a Marxist contrast between
proletariat and the lumpen-proletariat. In England at the time the
Warwick School distinguished social crime from crime without
qualification. I dont think either the French scholars nor the ones in
England fully absorbed American experience, which, as Gilbert points out,
is the experience of slavery and genocide, the preconditions for the
economic and technological base of the continent and the cultural and
political superstructure of the regime. In America the prison was seen in
continuity with the plantation, while in Europe its progenitor was the
workhouse. In America simplification gave us white and black rather than
pleb and prol or worker and lumpen. Foucaults microphysics of power became
totalizing, and petrified in American academia. Hence, Foucaults epigones
were seriously flawed.
Hence, also, as Staughton Lynd implies, the fallacy of essentialist
whiteness studies which the convict race overthrows.
Foucaults last lectures were on Diogenes, the ancient Greek slave
philosopher, who faced with imperial warfare sought to serve the cause, or
reflect it back to the citizens, by incarcerating himself in a barrel.
Truth is always embodied.
At the end of Huckleberry Finn Tom Sawyer makes a game with Huck about the
escape of Jim. I was studying over my text in Acts Seventeen, before
breakfast. Tom Sawyer is such a jerk - his reference to scriptures should
be to Acts Sixteen, and he is such a white jerk, right out of O Brother,
Where Art Thou? But Acts sixteen records a serious liberation episode.
But about midnight, Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns of praise
to God, and the prisoners were listening to them; and suddenly there came a
great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison house were shaken;
and immediately all the doors were opened, and everyones chains were
unfastened. (Acts 16: 25-6)
It is not just the apostles or the political prisoners who were freed,
there is no sharp distinction here between the political prisoner and the
other kinds.
There is a third meaning (I think) to political prisoner, in addition to
the one Dave Gilbert defines or that Staughton Lynd describes. The prisoner
may be freed, or released, or amnestied, as a result of political changes.
The act of freeing the prisoners, the opening of the jails, may be an act
which in itself politicizes prisoners at the instant that they cease to be
prisoners, and it is not an attribute of individual. This we could call the
jubilee moment. Isaiah (6:1) explains, he hath sent me to bind up the
brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the like opening of
the prison to them that are bound. Later when the carpenters son returned
to his birthplace, he preaches to the poor the very words, he hath sent me
to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and the
recovering of sight to the blind, and set at liberty them that are
bruised. (Luke 4:18) Later we learn that this particular son of man will
separate the sheep from the goats:
when I was hungry you gave me nothing to eat, when thirsty nothing to
drink; when I was a stranger you gave me no home, when naked you did not
clothe me; when I was ill and in prison you did not come to my help.
(Matthew 25: 42-4)
How can we contribute to the climate of opinion which will look upon
amnesty favorably? We must be prepared to discuss regime change at home.
How do we get Diogenes to come out of his tub? We have some inspiring
experience. For instance, Staughton Lynd concludes his jaccuse with a
chapter on Attica and amnesty.
Armed forces of the state, governed by Rockefeller, killed 29 prisoners and
10 hostage guards on September 1971. Within a mere five years scandal broke
out in the prosecutors office, and amnesty was declared to all concerned.
Since the scandal of prosecutorial misconduct is as serious in Ohio as it
was in New York, Lynd can call for amnesty for the Lucasville Five on death
row, innocent of killing.
The very moment we thought we was lost,
Dungeon shook and the chains fell off.
refrain
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
In the middle ages it was an aspect of kingcraft: opening the jails at
coronation! In the coronation charter of Henry I for instance 5 August 1100
he pledged, I forgive all pleas and all debts. Also, I remit all
murder-fines which were incurred before the day on which I was crowned
king. The world celebrates 14 July, Bastille Day, when the hated prison of
the French monarchy was opened by the sans-culottes in 1789. At the
beginning of that decade Newgate prison in London was opened up by the
London crowds. The first long poem of the American Revolution was a poem
about POWs and the British prison ships. In 1796 when Paul became Tsar of
Russia he opened the prisons releasing all the captives including Tadeusz
Kosciuszko, the Polish patriot and one time artillery officer for George
Washington. In the February revolution in 1917 when the Tsar fell, Lvov
freed the political prisoners in St. Petersburg, and the proletariat of the
city completed the work he began by opening the prison doors for all. Thus,
the dungeon can shake!
In a December 1990 meeting in New York of former political prisoners,
Dorubha, the former Black Panther, took a race line, and began to mau
mau, or berate, the predominantly white audience concerning the inherent
racism of the white working class. We sat in silence. Who wants to defend
the white working class? In the following months, however, heres what we
noticed.
With the downfall of Duvalier, Fort Dimanche was opened in Port-au-Prince
just a few days before Titid was inaugurated president. The Free Mandela
campaign had vast planetary effort which opened the door for him in 1990.
In 1991 April three dozen more political prisoners were released from Roben
Island. Then the Birmingham Six were released in England . In June 1991 a
guerrilla attack freed 131 people incarcerated in San Salvadors largest
prison: dynamite blew a hole in the wall, guards and guerrillas battled for
an hour, with four guerrillas and two soldiers killed. The Good Friday
Agreement of 1998 between Britain and Ireland provided for the release of
prisoners. Thus the chains may fall off!
So much of American history takes place in the prison, the plantation, or
the factory. Dave Gilbert has been inside too long, listening to the
discussions outside without being part of them. His politics is expressed
sometimes in a kind of shorthand or formulas which derive their meaning
only from a living context . He often laments the absence of the mass
base. Once such shorthand was necessary in the heat of the times. However,
the context has cooled considerably. The formulas are left, like fossils.
We find them, beautiful in their detail, embedded in rock at various strata.
We have to deduce their context, and think to ourselves, for example,
something like: ah, there must have been an ocean here once: must have
been zillions of beautiful critters: looks like something came down on them
heavy, seems that over here it was sudden, over there it was gradual. The
compression is the result of the weight of time and the heavy toll of
repression COINTELPRO, assassination, cocaine, betrayals.
To be buried in lava and not turn a hair, it is then a man shows what
stuff he is made of, Samuel Beckett wrote. Let the lava be white supremacy
of the ruling class. Then the steadfast hair may be John Brown, or George
Skatzes, or David Gilbert. Anyone who has taken this journey has met such
living fossils, tiny signs, which as soon as you get used to looking, seem
to be everywhere. History is moved forward by such exceptions. At the time
of the Roman empire, I think the number of exceptions was twelve, though
most of them turned a hair when the heat came down. When Gandhi visited
with the King of England he did not wear trousers, and I do not believe
that a single hair on his spindly legs turned either.
Not lava, but an eroding mudslide was provided by William Bennetts Book of
Virtues which we search in vain for an entry on love, or one on
generosity, or on solidarity, or on hospitality. These are some of
the virtues of Dave Gilberts book. Jason Robb on death row in Lucasville,
Ohio, provides Staughton Lynd with the Noble Virtues and the Nine
Charges of the Aryan Norse which begins with the oath: to maintain candor
and fidelity in love and devotion to the tried friend: though he strike me
I will do him no scathe.
These values can help us recover from Vietnam syndrome. We have tried
increasing the number of capital punishments, only to learn that it leads
to more war. We have tried increasing the number of prisoners as a means of
combating crime only to become more frightened. The Vietnam syndrome is
the result not of defeat, for in truth, we (you and I, dear reader) were
not defeated. The corporate, ruling class was defeated. A syndrome is a
cluster of pathological symptoms. In this particular syndrome, dread and
shame are outstanding components, to wit, the shame of the criminalization
which we have perpetrated within our own class, and the dread that some
time, some way, we will be held to account. While there is a soul in
prison, I am not free, said Debs.
Huge amounts of social complicity and political denial are required to be
good Americans. It happened two hundred years ago at the time of the
French Revolution; let us call it the Jacobin syndrome which Wordsworth
diagnosed:
mid indifference and apathy
And wicked exultation, when good men
On every side fall off, we know not how,
To selfishness (disguised in gentle names
Of peace and quiet and domestic love,
Yet mingled not unwillingly with sneers
On visionary minds)
in this time
Of dereliction and dismay
The Vietnam syndrome cannot be overcome with more wars (Grenada, Panama,
Kosovo, Iraq). The wars are prepared - we are softened up - by the exercise
of capital punishment. At first just one or two - the hood is placed over
our eyes - like Ricky Ray Rector, (you will not find this death in
Clintons My Life), but then with legislative sensitivity making more
capital punishments possible, as in the 1996 Effective Death Penalty Act -
the electrodes are attached to our fingers - until the possibility is
realized by the Governor of Texas who kills more than one hundred - we are
placed on a little box and told that an abyss awaits us. We ignore the
judicial slaughter, the lord high executioner then becomes President, and
the public - hooded, electroded, pushed to the edge, and now suffering
itself to be barked at - is sufficiently softened to be taken to war,
cowering, stunned, and ever so soft, only to find
the Hard Site at Abu
Ghraib. There one of the imperial torturers, one of the softeners up, had
learned his trade as a guard at S.C.I. Greene where Mumia Abu-Jamal had
been locked down.
From Pennsylvania to Baghdad! From the Alleghenies to Mesopotamia! O my
people!
Regime change in the USA? Regime does not mean government or
administration. Regime means the set of conditions by which the system is
maintained. This helps us understand our tasks. While imperialism runs on
oil it is not driven by it; while a gang of neocon free marketeers usurps
the government, it does not control the capitalist regime or the production
of surplus value. The death penalty and the growth of the gulag have been
essential to the form and function, the soul and spirit, of the global
empire. Our movement must free our political prisoners and abolish the
death penalty, two preconditions of the regime to come. Otherwise, we may
tumble uselessly in our tubs.
Only thing that we did right
Was the day we begun to fight!
refrain
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
Peter Linebaugh teaches history at the University of Toledo. He is the
author of two of CounterPunch's favorite books, The London Hanged and (with
Marcus Rediker) The Many-Headed Hydra: the Hidden History of the
Revolutionary Atlantic. Linebaugh asks that any readers who have cases and
stories of amnesties, and getting out of jail, by all the variety of means,
contact him at: plineba at yahoo.com
FOR FURTHER READING
Daniel Burton-Rose, Dan Pens, Paul Wright (ed.), The Celling of America: An
Inside Look at the U.S. Prison Industry (Common Courage Press: Monroe,
Maine, 1998)
Richard Cummins, The Rise and Fall of Californias Radical Prison Movement
(Stanford University Press: Stanford, California, 1994)
Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison (Vintage:
New York, 1979)
Michel Foucault and John Simon, On Attica, Telos 19 (spring 1974)
David Gilbert, No Surrender: Writings from an Anti-Imperialist Political
Prisoner (Abraham Guillen Press: Montreal, 2004)
Ruth Wilson Gilmore, Globalization and US Prison Growth: from military
Keynesianism to post-Keynesian militarism, Race & Class 40, 2/3 (1998/9).
Neil Gordon, The Company You Keep (Viking: New York, 2003)
Lee Griffith, The Fall of the Prison: Biblical Perspectives on Prison
Abolition (Eerdmans Publishing Company: Grand Rapids, Michigan, 1993)
Staughton Lynd, Lucasville: The Untold Story of a Prison Uprising (Temple
University Press: Philadelphia, 2004)
Barry S. Willdorf, Bring the War Home! A Novel About Resistance to the
Vietnam War and Racism in the United States Marine Corps (A Gauche Press:
San Francisco, 2001)
Christian Parenti, Lockdown America: Police and Prisons in the Age of
Crisis (Verso: New York, 1999)
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