Teil II  --  Part II

San Quentin State Prison           California

In keinem anderen amerikanischen Bundesstaat wurden seit der Wiedereinführung der Todesstrafe in den USA so viele Todesurteile ausgesprochen wie in Kalifornien. 

 

Derzeit sind in Kalifornien über 740 Personen zum Tode verurteilt. Die meisten von ihnen sind im San Quentin State Prison inhaftiert.

Since the reintroduction of the death penalty in no other State in the USA so many people were sentenced to death as in California.

 

Currently more than 740 people are sentenced to death in California. Almost all of them are housed at the San Quentin State Prison.



DANN WEINE ICH...

von Bill Clark

 

Freiheit genommen

Leben aufgegeben

Gitter aus Stahl

schmerzhafte Narben

psychische Belastungen

Ketten um die Hüfte

Betonwände

R-Gespräche führen

nichts ist fair

schwer zu ertragen

Psychospiele

Spitznamen

Glocke ruft zum Zählappell

Treppenhäuser

maskierte Fremde

ständige Gefahren

klingelnde Schlüssel

zitternde Knie

einsame Stunden

Vertrauen schwindet

Jahre verschwendet

Hoffnung gekostet

Fragen nach dem Warum

dann weine ich …

THEN I CRY...

 by Bill Clark

 

freedom taken

life forsaken

steel bars

painful scars

mental strains

waist chains

concrete walls

collect calls

nothing’s fair

hard to bear

mind games

nick names

count bells

stair wells

masked strangers

constant dangers

jingling keys

trembling knees

lonely hours

faith sours

years wasted

hope tasted

questions why

then l cry …



 

 

 

The Economy of Prisons

by Al Cunningham

 

Imprisonment is usually justified by appeals to one of two philosophies; protecting the public or rehabilitating the prisoner. By either standard, however, the evidence is overwhelming that prisons do not work. According to the Department of Justice (Just Us), those states that have the highest budget for law enforcement - including courts – do have the highest rates of crime. If there is any empirically established relationship between crime and imprisonment, it is that prisons foster crime.

 

Contrary to popular belief, the seriousness of a crime is not the most crucial element in predicting who goes to prison and who does not. Prison population can be linked to poverty. In fact, the U.S. social policies of the 1980s and 1990s caused an unprecedented increase in the number of people living in poverty and widened the gap between the incomes and living standards of the rich and poor. And throughout this period, prison populations grew rapidly. With budgets slashed for every type of social service, prisons now stand out as the state's principal government program for the poor. ...

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PROPAGANDA:

Die Gesprächsthemen entlarven

von Crandell Ojore McKinnon

 

“Deathrow, what a brothah know?”- Public Enemy

 

Einige Tage nach einem kürzlich gefällten Urteil des US-Bezirksgerichts, ergriff der ehemalige Bezirksstaatsanwalt von Los Angeles, Gil Garcetti, die Gelegenheit, um das Urteil zu diskutieren. Während seines Interviews mit Sonali Kolhatkar am 18.07.2014 in einer Radiosendung, welche auf KPFA / KPFK ausgetrahlt wurde, äußerte er sich zu den Lebensbedingungen der Häftlinge im Todesstrakt in Kalifornien. Seine Äußerungen waren verdreht und grenzten an Halbwahrheiten, eine absolute Lüge war auch darunter. Wie bei den meisten „Gesprächsthemen“ von Politikern.

 

„Sie haben ihre eigenen Zellen und ein Recht auf einen eigenen Fernseher und eigene Computer", sagte Gil Garcetti während seines Interviews. Es war Garcettis Ziel, San Quentins Todestrakt täuschend darzustellen als das „Comfort Inn" für Gefangene. Entgegen dem Urteil des US-Bezirksrichters Cormac J. Carney (Ernest D. Jones v. Kevin Chappell. Zitat: 2014 WL 3567365 (C.D.Cal.) 16. Juli 2014), der die administrative Fehlfunktion des kalifornischen Systems der Todesstrafe beschreibt. ...

 

 

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PROPAGANDA:

Debunking the Talking Points

 by Crandell Ojore McKinnon

 

"Deathrow, what a brothah know?"- Public Enemy

 

Days after a recent United States District Court ruling, former Los Angeles District Attorney Gil Garcetti took to the airwaves to discuss the ruling. During his interview with Sonali Kolhatkar, on Uprising (7/18/14), a radio program airing on KPFA/KPFK, he made comments concerning the living conditions of California's death row prisoners. His statements of fact were skewed, bordering on half-truths, and an absolute lie. As are most "Talking Points" by politicians.

 

"They have their own cells, and a right to their own T.V.'s, and their own computers."- Gil Garcetti stated during his interview. Garcetti's goal was to deceptively imply San Quentin’s death row is "The Comfort Inn" for prisoners. To counter U.S. District Judge Cormac J. Carney's ruling (Ernest D. Jones v. Kevin Chappell; Cite: 2014 WL 3567365 (C.D.Cal.) July 16, 2014), detailing the administrative dysfunction of California's death penalty cystem/system. ...

 

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Cell at San Quentin

by Reno


The above diagram is of a typical cell on Death Row here at San Quentin State Prison in California.

 
The sides and backs of our cells are concrete walls. The cells are painted a light shade of beige. The front of the cell is comprised of steel bars covered by a heavy steel mesh “screen“ with 6mm by 19mm diamond-shaped openings, and which is securely bolted top and bottom on the outside of the cell bars, both of which bars and “screen” are painted black.

 
#1 is the cell door. It is approximately 0,60m wide, as is the walking space between the cell wall and the steel bed frame (which is indicated by #3 above). The door is locked and unlocked with a huge brass key, and the door opens outward. ...

 

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One Foot in the Grave

by Bill Clark

 

Days of restriction, loss and stagnation

Trying to silence, your pain and frustration

 

Weeks filled with grief, bedlam and tension

You try to avoid, the grip of dissension

 

Months framed by heartache, anguish and blight

In spite of your will, defeat is in sight

 

Years marked by loss, exclusion and panic

In a war with your fears, you realize you're manic

 

Accessing your future, though scars that grow deeper

Submerged in despair, you face the grim reaper

 

Desperately clinging, to the life that you crave

It's hard to be hopeful, with a foot in the grave.



 


 

 

 

 Gefängnis-Folter

von Armando Macias und Anja Claudia Pentrop

 

 

 

 

 

Prison Torture

by Armando Macias and Anja Claudia Pentrop



DEN TRAUM

WAHR WERDEN LASSEN

von Al Cunningham


In diesem dunklen Todessarg ist es morgens meistens ruhig, denn viele fürchten in einen Alptraum hinein zu erwachen.

 

Es sind die Nachmittage, die mit einer aggressiven Geräuschkulisse angefüllt ist, weil die Menschen versuchen, die schmerzhafte Realität ihrer bestehenden Inhaftierung zu verdrängen.

 

Die Nächte werden am meisten ersehnt und geschätzt, weil sie die Freiheit des Schlafes bringen, mit vielen friedlichen, erfüllten Träumen, in denen das Leben sinnvoll und erfolgreich ist und man als ein respektierter funktionierender Teil der Menschheitsfamilie existiert.

 

Auch ich teile die Lasten, Umstände und das Leben eines Gefangenen, weil ich selbst einer bin. Ich wurde von einer offensichtlich ignoranten Gesellschaft als wertlose Existenz betrachtet, klassifiziert und behandelt: Man hat mich in einem überfüllten Gefängnisregal abgestellt, in dem ich seit über 32 Jahren meines Lebens gelagert bin wie in einem Warenhaus. Aber mein Geist ist ungebrochen geblieben.

 

Ich weiß, dass ich weiterhin für meine und die Freiheit anderer gegen das zerstörerische Gift von Rassismus und Ungerechtigkeit kämpfen muss, weil diese tödlich sind.

 

Ich muss kämpfen und die Wahrheiten weiter offenbaren, bis wir alle schließlich in der Realität der Gerechtigkeit erwachen und als Gleichgestellte behandelt werden.

MAKE THE DREAM

REALITY

by Al Cunningham

 

Within this dark coffin of death, where most mornings are quiet because of the fear of awakening into a nightmare.

 

It is the afternoons which present an array of abrasive noises from the people trying to avoid the painful reality of their existing incarceration.

 

The nights are the most anticipated and appreciated, because they present the freedom of sleep with many peaceful fulfilling dreams, where their lives are meaningful, successful and are an existing respectful functioning part of the human family.

 

I, too, share the burdens, circumstances and life of the prisoner, being one myself. I have been considered as a worthless existence by an obviously ignorant society, who placed me upon an over-crowded prison shelf, where I have been warehoused for over 32 years of my life. But my spirit continuous unbroken.

 

I know I must continue to struggle and fight for mine and other’s freedom against the poisonous venom of racism and injustice, because they are lethal.

 

I must fight and continue to reveal the truths until we all eventually awake into the reality of justice and are treated as equals.



I wish I could cry

by Anthony Wade

 

I wish I could cry but I can’t find da tearz

Some days I wish I could die so my mind could be clear

I wish it would hurt let da pain take control

Somewhere I became numb man my heart turned cold

I got ice in my veinz frosty to da touch

I done seen it all so I don’t scare much

Been thru it all everytime I shook it off

So when dey threw da book at da kid, yeah, I shook it off

Pops said alwayz stay aware of your surroundings surrounded by killaz

Never know when it might pop off, yeah, I’m watchin deez niggaz

Puttin on a face in order to face it all

Ain’t nobody I could turn to who da fucc can I call

Quez said on da real man nuttin feel da same

Jason asked how can I leave my kids he’ll neva feel my pain

Tasha told me I wuz right here you wuz playin gamez

D.O. said I’m out here by myself man deez niggaz strange

 

I wish I could cry but I can’t find da tearz

Maybe itz da pain I been hiding all deez yearz

Maybe itz da game it forced away my fearz

Or maybe itz my childhood dat left me without peerz

 

I wish I could cry, lay my head on ya shoulda

Had a feelin it would be like dis one day when I get olda

Now dat time has arrived and as I’m lookin back

Wonder wuz I made for a life of flippin packz

Black told me chill all you gotta do iz rap

He passin up on dealz how I’m supposed to relax

My momma told me she don’t know me no more I’m not lil Anthony

Kiesha said alwayz keep a piece of lil Anthony

Uncle Kevin said you been a asshole since you wuz lil Anthony

All grown up what dey expect from lil Anthony

How dey think I feel couldn’t change it if I tried

Took da stand against myself nigga and I didn’t tell no liez

Sacrificed myself waitin on da state to take my life

Derez nuttin more den dat dat I could eva do to make it right

Wake up every day like fucc me I hate my life

I wake up every day like fucc me I hate my life



Hallo Dunkelheit

von Crandell Ojore McKinnon

 

Hallo Dunkelheit,

tief starre ich in deine Schatten,

mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und doch blind.

Ausgelöst durch emotionale Betrachtungen,

umarme ich die verschwommene Finsternis

einer Zellendecke, die meine nachdenklich stimmenden Bilder widerspiegelt.

Verloren in meiner Fantasie, bin ich gefangen

von seelischen Ketten und einsamer Trübsal.

 

Hallo Dunkelheit,

du Leere meiner Pein,

du Ursache meines Verlusts von Mitte, Zeit und Raum.

Du Urheber meines Nachsinnens,

das mich in meine Vergangenheit, Gegenwart und Zukunft abtauchen lässt,

das mich in den Abgrund meiner Trauer zieht, meiner Reue und meines Bedauerns,

das mich zwingt, mit meinen Entscheidungen zu hadern.

 

Hallo Dunkelheit,

die du kein Interesse hast, mich zu trösten,

mir Zuflucht zu geben, noch Gnade zu zeigen.

 

Hallo Dunkelheit,

beim Schließen meiner Augen

sehe ich Bilder meines Lebens vor meinem inneren Auge

vorbeiziehen wie in einem stummen Farbfilm. Die Alpträume von

der Knechtschaft und meiner Flucht vor dem fahlen Pferd,

dessen Reiter der Tod ist.

 

Hallo Dunkelheit,

denke ich, während ich in freiem Fall in Besinnungslosigkeit sinke. Hinunter in ein Kaninchenloch, das die Seele aus einem verschütteten Leben saugt

und mich in kurzer Zeit ertrinken lässt. Sie umklammert mich in der Trübsal meiner Sinne,

Entbehrung und Demütigung attackieren heimtückisch

meine Menschlichkeit. Weil sie mich dazu zwingen will,

mich jeglichem Schimmer von Licht zu entziehen

oder dem Gedanken an eine Selbsterlösung.

 

Hallo Sonnenschein,

belebe mich wieder!

Hello Darkness

by Crandell Ojore McKinnon


Hello Darkness

I stare deep into your shadow,

with eyes – wide shut.

Induced by emotional reflections,

I embrace the blurred blackness

of a cell ceiling

that displays my thought-provoking images.

Lost in my imagination,I’m encapsulated by mental bondage and solitary misery.

 

Hello Darkness

The emptiness of my anguish.

The cause of my loss of focus, time and space.

The enabler of my contemplation,

submerging me in my past,

present and future.

That consumes me into an abyss of grief,

regrets and sorrow,

that forces me to grapple with my decisions.

 

Hello Darkness

That has no interest in consoling me,

giving me refuge, nor showing mercy.

 

Hello Darkness

Upon closing my eyes.

I see life projected on eyelids,

playing out as a silent film in color.

The nightmares of subjugation

and my fleeing of the pale horse,

whose rider is death.

 

Hello Darkness

As I free fall into oblivion.

Down a rabbit-hole

that drains the soul from an entombed life.

And drown me in time.

Cloaking me in the doldrums of sensory,

deprivation and the indignity insidiously attacking

my humanity. Due to its interest in forcing me

to withdraw from any sliver of light

or reflection of self-redemption.

 

Hello Sunshine

Regenerate Me!

 


WRITTEN THOUGHTS by OJORE DHORUBA

Learn more about Ojore at: http://crandellmckinnon.wixsite.com/freeojore


 

 

 

REPLACING DESTRUCTION WITH LIFE

by Michael Flinner

 

State prison administrations typically DO NOT permit prisoners to donate LIVING vital organs and tissues to anyone. The Federal Bureau of Prisons however, permit organ donation by inmates ONLY when the intended recipient is a member of the inmate donor’s immediate family (parent, siblings, and biological children). There are NO laws against prisoner organ donation; only a lack thereof, due in-part to certain influences amid transplant experts discouraging the use of prisoner’s organs since the early 1990's due to concerns over prison’s high-risk environment for infectious diseases. ...


The intended practice of condemned inmates donating organs while alive closely mirrors that of their more general inmate counterparts. Where they differ however is in their virtual inability to provide organs following their respective executions. Although we know of no law which specifically forbids death row inmates from donating organs postmortem, as of mid-2013, each and every request by death row inmates and/or their attorneys of record across this nation to donate their organs to an immediate family member in need, pre and post-execution, have been DENIED by their state of incarceration in question. ...


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My Peoples, my Peoples, my Peoples!!!

by Ryan Moore

 

As the dust of plains kick up,

While the wild bison runs with

the freeness of ease.

 

While my people stalking from a distance,

As the eagle buzz above chancing off the buzzers

beneath this beautiful horizon.

 

My peoples once were one with the land,

No longer are my peoples one with their land,

They´ve become fugitive of the land.

 

We´ve been tracked, poisoned, enslaved and gunned down,

Our mothers, sisters & aunts were raped & murdered.

 

Then placed on a short plot of uninhabitable land for conservation purposes.

As my peoples rise from the ashes

to maintain some self-worth, we were being stolen

and forced to do their biding.

 

Being beaten, whipped, chained and even drowned,

With the feeling of being lost,

While being separated from their tribes and country

to be purged upon.

 

Because we didn´t went the enviable to come to past.

Between my two colonies, we´ve survived the un-survivable,

We have outlived and lasted the white masters in the big white house,

The cowboys hunted down while almost putting the bison into an eternal hibernation.

 

Soldiers marched us from the east coast through the south,

To the northwestern ice box plains.

 

(My peoples, My peoples, My peoples)

 

We had to endure sleeping with the gators,

While the slave hunters tracked us through the swamps,

 

While stealing our hard-earned land, my peoples have endured

the worst of the white man’s world to flourish.

 

Regardless how many times we are gunned down by crooked cops,

Or pipelines drill through our secrete gravesites.

We have been battle-tested for 500 hundred plus years.

 

We won't be compromising our principles and integrity,

Equity shall be ours,

Freedom shall be ours,

Victory shall be ours,

My peoples, My peoples, My Peoples!!!

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 Wie Kunst die Welt verändern kann

von Armando Macias und Anja Claudia Pentrop

 

 


 

 

How Art Can Make A Difference

by Armando Macias and Anja Claudia Pentrop



ORTE

von Al Cunningham

 

Manchmal,

in der Mitte der nächtlichen Dunkelheit,

schließe ich meine Augen

und reise zurück in der Zeit

zu den emotionalen Orten, an denen ich gewesen bin,

und frage mich, warum ich dort hinging.

War es zum Vergnügen,

Weisheit oder Wissen,

Neugier oder Bedürfnis?

Dann ist da die Frage:

Warum habe ich den Ort verlassen?

War es Angst,

war es Zweifel

oder Unzufriedenheit?

Bin ich aufrecht wie ein Mann gegangen

oder davongelaufen wie ein Kind,

verängstigt von den Klängen

in der Nacht.

Was habe ich verlassen?

Vor was bin ich davongelaufen?

War ich das?

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PLACES

by Al Cunningham

 

Sometimes

in the midst of the night's darkness

I close my eyes

and travel back in time

to the emotional places I have been

wondering why I had gone there.

Was it for pleasure,

wisdom or knowledge,

curiosity or need?

Then there's the question,

Why did I leave?

Was it fear,

was it doubt,

or dissatisfaction?

Did I walk away as a man

or run away as a child,

frightened by the sounds

in the night.

What did I walk away from?

What did I run from?

Was it me?

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BREATHE

by Bill Clark

 

Strangled by boredom,

Stress and restrictions.

This horrible plight,

Will test your convictions.

 

Gagged by misfortune,

Grief and frustration.

You wheeze from dismay,

And the phlegm of negation.

 

Smothered by heartache,

Loss and rejection.

With nothing to shield you,

You ache for protection.

 

Choked by loneliness,

Doubt and despair.

You try to find hope,

While gasping for air.

 

With all these afflictions,

You try not to seethe.

But it’s hard when you yearn,

For the freedom to breathe.


Christianity and the Death Penalty

by William Proctor

 

According to the 2016 Encyclopedia Britannica Book of the Year, “32.9 percent of the population of the world are classified as Christian adherents.” Out of the world of over seven billion people that is close to two and a half billion Christian adherents.

 

Frequently over the years I’ve observed Brothers and Sisters of the Christian faith genuinely struggle with the validity of the death penalty. Christians are born into a faith that instructs them to, “love God with all their hearts, souls, and minds; and to love their neighbor as themselves.” As well as to forgive one another. Nevertheless, as members of some of this world’s societies, they are asked to kill their neighbors for certain crimes. What does God think about the death penalty? How should Christians of the world view it? ...

 

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Leichenhaus: Kein Zimmer frei

von Crandell Ojore McKinnon

 

„In der Legislative wird nicht über eine Reform der Todesstrafe gesprochen.“

 

 C.S.Ct. Oberste Richterin Cantil-Sakauye

 

Im Jahr 2015 genehmigte die kalifornische Legislative einen speziellen Finanzierungsvorschlag von Gouverneur Jerry Brown, um den Todestrakt um weitere 100 Zellen zu erweitern. Die finanziellen Sondermittel sollen in den Staatshaushalt miteingerechnet werden. Dieser wird auf 113 Milliarden US-Dollar geschätzt, davon werden 3,2 Millionen US-Dollar für die Ausweitung des Todestrakts verwendet.

 

Ja, meine Damen und Herren, der Todestrakt ist „ausgebucht“.

 

Das Staatsgefängnis San Quentin in Kalifornien beherbergt alle verurteilten männlichen Gefangenen, dort, wo der Ausbau stattfinden wird. Dieses bestand bis jetzt aus drei Einheiten: East Block/Block Ost (E/B; Stufe-A-Häftlinge) - 524 Zellen; North Block/Block Nord (Stufe-A privilegierte Unterkunft) - 68 Zellen; und das Adjustment Center/Disziplinierungszentrum (A/C; Stufe-B Insassen in dem s.g. „Loch“) - 102 Zellen. ...

 

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Charnel House: No Vacancies

by Crandell Ojore McKinnon

 

“There’s no talk in the Legislature about fixing the death penalty.”

 

C.S.Ct. Chief Justice Cantil-Sakauye

 

In 2015 California’s State Legislatures approved a special funding proposal put forth by Governor Jerry Brown, to expand death row by an additional 100 cells. The special funding is to be included in the state budget, estimated to be $113 billion, $3.2 million will be allocated to expanding death row.

 

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, death row has “No Vacancies.”

 

California’s San Quentin State Prison houses all condemned male prisoners, where the expansion will take place, once comprised of three units: East Block (E/B; Grade-A inmates) - 524 cells; North Block (Grade-A special privilege housing) - 68 cells; and the Adjustment Center (A/C; Grade-B inmates held in the hole) - 102 cells. ...

 

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