A Letter from Acre

June 19, 2021

Hello friends, allies and comrades alike! My name is Acre. I briefly occupied a long standing aerial blockade known as a “treesit” against the Mountain Valley Pipeline. I was sentenced to 4 months real time (more on paper). The judge said, “A day for each day in the tree”. However, the physical blockade lasted much longer than my stay – a little over 2 ½ years! The physical stand I and many others have taken against the MVP represents much more than just fighting climate change. My occupation and extraction from pipeline property symbolizes a larger struggle against settler colonialism. The police told us we were on land that didn’t belong to us, but the truth is we are all on stolen land. The inherently unethical nature of capitalism and expansionism assigns arbitrary values to invaluable things and poses real violence to the earth and its occupants (two legged, four legged, winged, gilled alike). How do you put a price on a persons time as the prison system does? Or the contents of soil or the purity of the water? These are things we never get back, yet they are constantly taken without our consent. It’s a violation of the autonomy of our natural world. I encourage you to see my actions as a guide to stand up for what you believe in.

Love and Rage,

Acre

Have You Ever Thought About the Origins of Prison? – by Pepe (a.k.a. Scott)

One day I was staring out the window with a smirk on my face as I looked across the farmland hat surrounded the prison on all sides. Another inmate came over and asked what I was laughing at. I responded with a question of my own, “Have you ever thought about the origins of prison?” He said “no” and I told him, “I was laughing at the irony of this priso being built in the middle of a giant farm.”

For most of our existence, us humans were hunters-gatherers. Basically this meant our food came from hunting wild animals and gathering wild plants. We would follow the herds and growing seasons of plants as we moved across the land in pursuit of them. Such a nomadic lifestyle required us to have few possessions because, as our food source moved, we had to pack up and move with them if we didn’t want to starve. The human species spent several million years living this year until about 10,000 years ago when a major shift in the way we obtained our food occurred and it dramatically changed the way we lived. This shift was the invention of farming and since then things have never been the same.

Now we no longer have to travel across the land hunting and gathering our food. With farming, we could just simply grow what we want to eat, so we gave up the nomadic lifestyle, settled in one place and became agriculturalists. This was the birth of our modern civilization. But, something happened that, likely, noone had foreseen. Having control over our food supply meant we could grow more than we needed, and that’s just what we need. For the first time in our existence we had an excess of food, something that was not possible with our nomadic hunter-gatherer past. But, when you have an excess, you have to store it somewhere, and if it can be stored, it can be stolen, and if it can be stolen, you need someone to guard it. This could be seen as the origins of policing. Then, you need to do something with the people these guards caught. This is the origin story of prisons. It’s something that most of us don’t ever think about, not even those of us that are stuck spending years inside a prison.

Of course, this is an overly simplistic description of events. An entire book can be written on the subject, and many have. But for now, as I sit in my bunk and stare out the window, I can’t help but laugh at the irony in the placement of this prison.

Scott Bodnar 25434-014

Federal Prison Camp

PO Box 2000

Lewisburg, PA 17837

Dear Anarchists – by Jeffrey Prager

Dear Anarchists

We are anarchists

At war, the government the target

We won’t stop till it’s a carcass

Politics, we shall abolish it

All of it!

Police officers…

The ones sworn to protect?

Ha Ha I object!

I better stop before I get a bullet in my back

or a knee on my neck, choking out “I Can’t Breathe”

(Murderers)

And y’all have the nerve to steal our tax dollars

claiming to clean up the neighborhood

Yet you sell “confiscated” drugs back on the streets

and while Uncle Sam’s building high rises

the lower class struggles to make ends meet

That little girl at school?

Those are the only meals she eats

(You see)

If you can’t read between the lines

We’re struggling just fine

We don’t need y’alls help

So you can take your Constitutions

and shove it…

Back on your shelf.

Solidarity,

Jeffrey Prager 2060601

810 FM 2821

Huntsville, TX 77349

I’ve Been Thinking – by Jeffrey Prager

Hello Comrades! It’s me again. I know, I know, it’s been a while since y’all heard from me. For those of y’all who didn’t know, about 8 months ago, due to the pandemic, my now 8 year old daughter passed away. I’ve been battled depression and punched down suicidal thoughts. I literally went to the point of pulling out my hair. Literally! I’m still healing, but I’m back!

Since I’ve been gone I’ve done some serious thinking. What the fuck is wrong with this world? Our so-called worldis crumbling I our hands, yet all we do is stare at it happening. We need to put our heads together and heal these wounds. I can’t be the only one thinking this.

I’ve been thinking – Red, white and blue is supposed to mean “freedom”, except when it’s flashing behind you. Cops are supposed to be trusted because their motto is to “protect and serve”, yet unarmd black men are being killed, indigenous people targeted. Take your damn knees off our necks. We Can’t Breathe! There’s so much hatred and racism out there. I grew in a white supremacist household. It took me a long time to realise that, at the end of the day, we are all human.

I’ve been thinking – There’s so many repeat offenders, yet no rehabilitation. This is really legal modern-day slavery. No wonder the prison system is always packed. So let me get this right… you want to keep me locked up for 15 years, slave in the laundry department folding half-washed clothes for no pay and release me with only $100 and a bus pass to whatever town in Texas I want? You call that rehabilitation? I call it bullshit. Get your knee off our necks. We Can’t Breathe!

I’ve been thinking – that we, in solidarity, need to come together and do more thinking for a better community, a better society, a better world.

In Solidarity,

Jeffrey Prager

If you like this and want to hear more from me, you can contact me to me directly at:

Jeffrey Prager 2060601

Wynne Unit

810 FM 2810

Huntsville, TX 77349

Fire Ant: Anarchist Prisoner Solidarity #9

From bloomingtonabc.noblogs.org

Fire Ant is a quarterly publication focused on spreading the words of anarchist prisoners and generating material solidarity for our imprisoned friends. Begun as a collaboration between anarchist prisoners and anarchists in Maine, Fire Ant seeks to raise material aid for anarchist prisoners while fostering communication between anarchists on both sides of the walls.

Issue #9 is a special June 11th edition. It features an article about Eric King, an update from Sean Swain, a letter about Prison Lives Matter by Jennifer Rose, a piece by Comrade Z, explorations of prisoner support by Peter Werbe and someone from the Anarchist Black Cross, and the 2021 June 11th statement.

Apple Hope – by Eric King

From supportericking.org

5/22/21

The other day for lunch, I was given an apple. This in itself is not interesting since Warden Williams came on, we have had apples exclusively for breakfast lunch and dinner every single day even when we plead for no more apples, the guards will lay them on our bars or push them in our cells. These apples are not necessarily impressive, unless you’re impressed by tiny, mushy or way too large and bruised apples…if so you are in for a treat. A mushy bruised treat! Yum!So a few days ago, as the guards were dumping their apple quota down our throats, a tiny thing was placed on my bars. This fella looked sickly; a dull red like it had been ran through the wash too many times, a miniature wax duplicate of an actual apple. Typically an apple of this quality would be launched down the tier towards the guard station, but I grasped it. I noticed something peculiar…this wee creature wasn’t a typical Williams Apple this one had a leaf STILL ATTACHED!!Imagine my surprise and delight! How did I get so lucky to witness this sigil of determination and survival? After sharing my joy with the tear and being rebuffed as an Eco-jackass I sat down to meditate on this apple leaf combo…please share my Wonder for one moment.. this apple was picked up in Washington (according to the sticker) along with hundreds or thousands of its siblings, rivals, comrades. After being pulled from mother tree with rough yet affectionate hands, our ap(PAL)lol was tossed in a box or a bucket, driven to a processing plant, hosed down, ran through a conveyor belt, and then finally packaged up to be sent into the world to be devoured by convicts. Once packaged, our PAL would be bussed to a storage facility, then bussed again to this old decrepit (sic) prison. After arriving here, the apple crates would be brought to the kitchen, emptied in a big metal bowl for washing, then put into crates to be carried to SHU to be passed out by busy officers.

Throughout all of that action, our little leaf clung to its Apple companion, it’s stuck together even though countless circumstances conspired to separate them. I may sound #soft but the beauty of this made me emotional, we don’t have to let outside forces break us, separate us from our goals. I wanted to mail the PAL to my wife and kiddos, share my inspiration but PAL is bureau “property” and I would have been giving a disciplinary write up (shot) for both, stealing government property, using the mail for criminal activity, and trying to inspire joy and others…very serious accusations. Although this may sound audacious, the theme is very real. Prison serve uninspiring, dangerously unhealthy and starchy foods, to promote laziness and apathy. Prisons lock down joy and anything that’s remotely inspiring. With inspiration comes the knowledge that 1) you do not deserve this and 2) you don’t have to stand for it. Prisons expressly punish and try to tear apart families…being moved across the country, having very limited and expensive phone calls, making visiting as audaciously expensive and frustrating as possible…the goal is to make loving you way too much of an inconvenience for your family and supporters. To make yourself worth plummet to where you sink into prison life, feeling undeserving of Love friendship or a future…prisons exist to break families, shatter spirit, destroy hope…they’ve got centuries of experience and their agents are well trained in psychologically dismantling un-sturdy foundations…they will find loose bricks. Apple showed me what I know and that prison tries to blind us to…. That we can survive intact. They can ship us far away from our families, handle us roughly, send us through the bureau conveyor belt, pack us in like beasts…but they underestimate our will. They’ve never known revolutionary strength and solidarity in their hearts…they’ve never known what it is like to truly feel loved not just by family (who are stronger and more loving than prisons could ever dream) but by friends and even comrades who are strangers our enemies will never experience what you and I have known all along…. They can hurt us, but they will never lay a finger on our love, hope and joy we are stronger than any prison torture -EK