20 Years In Hell

20 years in hell.

6 months in purgatory.

Our was it just 1 month in county jail?

Time means nothing when your in shackles

Even though it is all they give you.

The filth and grime on the bottom of my bare foot replaces

any dignity I had.

And the cold, do not make me mention the cold,

Just the thought chills my corpse,

Not my body, I am no longer alive in this place.

They call it prison, but it is actually a morgue.

We are not people, we are corpses, and the cold preserves us.

Hell is only hot in the summer, usually it’s cold.

20 years in hell.

3 strikes your out.

20 years in hell.

The Professional Protester Episode 50 | Sacramento Mayor Darrell Steinberg and Private Prisons

https://youtu.be/yw-DiLG2PoE

As a white person I am hesitant to say who is and is not an authority on the subject of racial justice. With that said in this weeks video I make the case that Sacramento Mayor Darrell Steinberg is not to be trusted on the subject, especially in the wake of the announcement that Stephon Clark’s killers will not face charges.

When I served as the Research Committee chairperson for Sacramento DSA, upon researching campaign donations from private prisons to California politicians, I discovered that in his 2010 race for state senate Darrell Steinberg accepted almost $4000 dollars from private prisons.

Private prisons are one of the main enablers of the prison industrial complex, I.E. the new Jim Crow and modern day slavery, and can count on I.C.E as one of their largest clients. Anyone who has accepted their money is not to be trusted.

Power is a Predator (a socialist poem about living in the colonialist, racist patriarchy)

Power is a Predator

Escape is never possible,

For a mind that never shuts off.

Constant and endless flow,

Ideas upon ideas,

Questions arising ever second.

Existence is not a question,

It never was.

Existence simply is,

And survival is the question.

How do you survive,

When the powers are your predator?

So many never ask,

But many more have to.

Class not Cliques, An Observation About Organizing

I have noticed a trend of behavior in activists, organizers and mobilizers where I live. Before I proceed though I want to make it abundantly clear that this is not a call out, nor is it directed at any specific person or organization. It is simply an observation that I have made after losing count of how many committee meetings and protests I have attended.

Now first of all, when it comes to organizing it is important to remember that not every analysis or motivation for organizing will be the same. Disagreements about which marginalized voices deserve the bigger platform, or disagreements about what a post capitalist society will look like are bound to happen.

However, a disturbing trend I have noticed within organizing is that certain voices and groups will actively sabotage mass mobilization because of these disagreements. The sabotage is not always an intentional thing but it is genuinely damaging and a hinderance towards building a mass movement. This sabotage manifests when political organizations act as clicks rather than as a service to the masses.

Specificity in the fight is important, the causes we care about the most should always be our guiding light, but if that specificity causes us to be at the mercy of one individual or one group’s whims then the movement will never grow beyond just a few activist circles. Also, organizing means working with people you do not necessarily like. If you only work with people you like as opposed to people who are right for whatever tasks are at hand you have abandoned organizing and you have decided to create a clique.

This is the folly I have noticed, creating clicks within the movement instead focusing on engaging the unengaged. Yes, it is important to feel comfortable with who we work and organize with but if that comfort means never expanding our organizational circle outside of people we are chummy with, nothing will ever happen and no change will ever manifest. No one will be liberated, resources and wealth will never be redistributed, and no one will stop the climate change that is threatening our existence.

This does not mean we all have to get along or that we shouldn’t make friends out of the people we organize with, what it does mean is that if we only organize within our comfort zones we will never build the momentum we need to liberate the marginalized and save the world from the racist, patriarchal, capitalist masters.

It also does not mean that you should not call out frauds or sexual predation. I recognize that this rhetoric about “comfort” could be misinterpreted in a way that can be endangering to some people. Truth and safety should be as much of our guiding light as anything else. If there is someone who makes you uncomfortable for racist, ablest, or sexist behaviors then that needs to be called out so that such behaviors can be eradicated. What I am saying is that if we are only comfortable with organizing with a few select people because we are the most chummy with them, any mass mobilization we build will die with us because the foundation for making the organizing expansive is never laid down.

So again, this is not a call out of any specific group or person. I myself have been guilty of this cliquish behavior in the past. This is simply an observation about what I think holds back strong grass roots organizing for a mass movement on the local level.

We are in a class war, founded in racist ablism and patriarchy. We are not in high school where the stoners get one corner of the yard and the preppy kids the other. We are here to liberate the entirety of the working class, to liberate all marginalized people, to save the world.

The Professional Protester | Episode 43 | Police hold Cop Expo on Six Month Anniversary of Stephon Clark’s Murder, BLM demands accountability

On September 18, 2018 the police in Sacramento hosted a statewide Cop Expo. When Sacramento Sheriff Scott Jones learned that Black Lives Matter would be picketing their event, he encouraged white supremacist counter protesters to come out, putting the lives of Black Lives Matter organizers and supporters at risk.

Organizers and supporters of BLM took over J Street while hosting a die in demanding justice for the lives slaughtered by Sacramento police.

The Sacramento Police Department threatened the crowd, including media and legal observers, with rubber bullets and tasers.

The events fell on the six month anniversary of the death of Stephon Clark. The two officers who killed Clark, Jared Robinet and Terrance Mercadal, have not only not been fired but are still on active duty as Sacramento police officers.

This protest comes just weeks after police shot and killed another black person, Darrell Richards, who was only 19.

Richard’s death is the 3rd murder by Sacramento police forces in 2018. No charges have been levied against a single officer. To this day BLM Sacramento hosts a protest and community cookout outside of District Attorney Schubert’s office demanding justice for Stephon.

In this video you will see a police strike me with there bike and another officer with their finger on the trigger of a rubber bullet gun.

Fear Us Not (a socialist poem)

Fear Us Not

Dare not leave me alone with my thoughts,

Nor do I do so myself, at least not willingly.

For what is life but nature,

And what is nature but a beauty and a curse,

And what a cruse is this lie,

That is human nature.

Curse the human tide,

And frequent tedium,

And patience.

I dare beg you,

Give me the patience.

No, no, I must work for it,

Create it,

Find it.

Yet I do not wish to seize

the fleeting gift that is time,

Why?

Why kill time and not seize it?

For it is mine.

My time is my own,

And as sacred as my soul,

And neither a thing to ever touch, hold or see.

Sighs and groans,

And that ongoing internal monologue.

Years wasted,

And wasted years.

Looking in without looking out.

Identity and self,

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

A question I wasted years upon,

Dilution and distraction no more,

I am a communist.

Liberating to say so,

But depressing,

I let fear silence me,

And silence me for so long.