28 March 2008
This chapter of incarceration begins long before the sentence imposed, long before the court date, long before the promises made to the Man. This story begins with a cycle of abuse that slides around, lubricated by society that thrives on the idea of moral justice, just a hop-skip and-jump from the Lord All Mighty. This chapter begins with a discussion about the rules and guidelines, the theoretical presuppositions of imprisonment in a capitalist society, that depend on crime to pay the dues on all of the Tasers, batons, canisters of pepper spray, and of course, the justices of peace. We are living in an age of totalitarian brainwashed oppression.
I dare you to find a schedule of televisions programs and editorial columns, that does not include Big Brother propaganda and totalitarian control among the shows- Law and Order, NYPD Blues, Hill Street Blues, Without a Trace, Cold Case Files, American Justice, Cops, Third Watch, The First 48.
We are a nation-state based on imprisonment and oppression of thought. Ask any other culture who Big Brother is, and they will present a litany of allegations against these Disunited Estates of ShamerKKKia. If I type any louder, I will be arrested as an enemy combatant, a terrorist, even homeless. I am your street corner whore, really, with my fancy works, and masks made of makeup, delusions and unhindered rage. I will suck you, fuck you, duck you, and make you believe you know that you know me. I will smack the ass of your children and tell them that they are the lost generation, part of the downfall, part of the excuses that we have heard from the previous generations with their Tune In, Tune Out, Turn Away in shame.
It is simply not okay to allow myself to be abused by a system that refuses to represent me, a value that had betrayed me, time and again. It is simply not okay for me to have to pay the prices that I do, to pick up your cigarette filters, and your McFood wrappers killing our mother. It is simply not okay.
It is simply not okay for me to remain here, loving our Mother, picking up your litter that you were too lazy to protect. It is simply not okay for me to be persecuted for our abuse. This is our home, our life, our Big Mama. We owe Her too much, too many hours, so many promises, which we have not kempt. I will remind you- it is simply not okay.
This chapter is based upon trust. It depends on the trust between lovers, friends of lovers, and sometimes, the lovers, themselves. It depends on reality. Reality is something that most people would like to forget. It is too painful, too stinging and burning for a moment’s notice. Today, we will wake up, only to die. How will the rest of us survive the unknown? There are no promises of a future, no vested interest in the ideals of our grandchildren. It is a chapter written about shame, and deceit. It is a chapter about “I am going to get mine, and fuck the rest of you foo’s” It is a chapter about honesty.
