8-28-07

These words were

not

rehearsed.

They SCREAMED !!!

from a place

I’m trying to remember:

“Mo-B! Mo-B!

My brother

we are standing

in solidarity

with you!

They!

Are!

Trying!

To!

Kill!

MY!

Brother!

Today!

…Mo-B!

feel our spirits,

our revolutionary rage!

Mo-B!!!

We are speaking

your strength into existence!

We are speaking

Your peace into existence

…I’m placing my humanity

between

you and the Machine.”

…And by then,

my Diamond-Soul was gleaming.

I was overwhelmed.

I was not speaking.

I was praying.

This

Was something divine.

These were not mine.

“I am Omari Huduma.”

“DRIVE!”

Still ashy, I wrote this after BEing carried back from the shower. These words (and I say “words” with a grimace) in quotations are what shined forth from my mouth today in protest of Daroyce “Mo-B” Mosley’s murder date. This sit-in protest occurred mere moments after Jasiri also engaged in a sit-in protest a few sections over. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him. In fact, the entire universe heard us. The question is, who will listen

  …shortly later…

Comrade Amun refused to come out of the shower. I didn’t know how far he was going to take it. The shower, which is no larger than a trailer-home closet, is no place to resist a 5-man team. People have suffered serious injury over the years by refusing to come out that shower. I was worried about my comrade.

Sgt. Brown requested 2 cans of chemical agents. Two cans! That’s a lot of gas for such a small space.

Sgt. Brown gave Amun 2 direct orders, which Amun refused to obey. Sgt. Brown then released what seemed to be a 5-second burst of chemicals into that shower, closing the bean slot. With no air circulating inside, that box of a shower can become suffocating; then add chemical agents in there?!! By their Use of Force plan, they are only

Suppose to release 3-second bursts at 5-minute intervals. Sgt. Brown was playing games.

Comrade Amun knocked on the small, square plexi-glass window on the shower door 3 times to signify that he would come out, but Sgt. Brown ignored him. Amun knocked three more times but Brown ignored him still! By then I was furious. I don’t even remember all I said. Brown was suppose to open the bean slot so Amun could strip out and come out of the shower. Sgt. Brown was leaving him in that small box full of chemical agents to maliciously teach Amun a lesson! It wasn’t until after the third time he knocked that Sgt. Brown finally opened the bean slot. And guess what—his supervisor was standing right there. How do you feel about this?

After Amun was placed inside his cage and Sgt. Brown concluded the use of force, he waved jubilantly as he walked off the section.

What does this mean? The more we protest, the more their repression will intensify. Non-violent protest is like the scent of blood to these sadists. Non-violence unveils the sadistic nature of a corrupt power structure. Things will, indeed, worsen for us.

DRIVE!

Omari Huduma, AKA

Reginald W. Blanton

#999395

Polunsky Unit

3872 FM 350 South

Livingston, TX 77351