By Comrade Kado, Eastham Unit, Texas
Received: Dec. 18, 2017 and on Dec. 29th via email from recipient of his letter.
In the “care” and custody of prison nation’s notoriously cruel southern giant – Texas – one might question how so bad a circumstance could become worse… As an activist for human rights and prison abolition, housed in solitary confinement, you may consider that this is as bad as it gets.
Before picking up this pen and typing paper in pursuance of liberation for the human people bound, abused, and silenced by the oppressors of a corrupt nation – I safeguarded as best I could against retaliation. I had zero cases for any type of misconduct in a number of years, so [I] made this point known of misconduct in a number of years, so made this point known and clear. A very dedicated contact, and supporter in this – the revolution – even had the governor Greg Abbott request an inquiry of my disciplinary history. This [was] done because of how activists seem to “suddenly” get cases and thus receive very restrictive, repressive and oppressive custody levels. For a time this seemed sufficient to combat the silencing tactics used [to] lash out at me for [my] voice, my struggle… of course I had to endure such problematic issues as: mail being withheld going outside or coming to me, sudden moves to housing that is close proximity with violently disruptive prisoners, and even having my property and family addresses “mistakenly” into another offenders’ cell, along with property taken without receiving confiscation papers during annual lock down… I endured those things and considered them merely part of this struggle.
Current events I bring to you now are to expose the actions and lengths the oppressors go to.
Ad. Seg. is a very effective tool to pick apart any targeted “offender.” Separated, isolated with no witnesses beyond the officers and staff. Every action is not random and has purpose. Once a weakness presents itself it is capitalized upon. I bring this to the attention of you comrades, not for the purpose of discouragement, nor sympathy… Simply for you to know the opposition, to know what to prepare for.
Recently I received a Jpay email that my grandmother was in final stages of colon cancer. The doctors gave her a week. In Seg., only 5-minute calls are permitted upon request every 90 days (if offenders are case-free). As it had not been 90 days since my last call, I needed to request an emergency call. This is done for deaths in the family or similar circumstances. I spoke to each shift sergeant I saw. Everyone promised to let me say goodbye to the loved one I would never see or speak to again… As days ticked by and I paced that cell, people were pulled on my line building for calls only to stop right before my cell and feign some problem or another. This, of course, had me in a state of desperate anticipation – a desired effect… A man in an already agonizing state is expected to break or lash out when he is agitated further (i.e. losing mail, antagonizing, denial of recreation, cold or small portioned food trays adding hunger to the state of hurt… It goes on and on – it also works).
Around the tenth day I stopped a C.O. named “Skaggs” while he was doing phone calls and asked him to just look at the jpay email. After seeing that there had been so much time past the week my grandmother was given left, and also that those sergeants I spoke to still did not have me on the list for call, he took the Jpay email down to the office himself to see what he could do. He came back and took me to call. Skaggs also had to listen to my call (they do that for Seg). My mother answered while in the funeral home – Grandma passed and Mom was so overcome with emotion she was unable to speak… [had I] been given such a notice that I had plenty of time to say my goodbye…
C.O. Skaggs was very compassionate and since my mom was hysterical and unable to talk due to being in the funeral home – he told me to let my mother know I would call that following day between 7pm and 8pm.
No call was given. Two days crawled by – no doubt with my mother, who also had failing health, worried senseless about me or why I never called back… Skaggs returned to my cell front to apologize and let me know that “Higher up” reprimanded him for what he did and that I had to take it up with his superiors. No call was ever given.
By now it is known by the oppressors that I am in a bad state of mind on top of being in solitary – time to ply their trade: my mail is held ridiculously long periods of time, more “shake downs” of my cell, cold food… Then a suicide occurs and another liver failure which I expose, and the “big guns” come out: The day following my exposure of a young man’s suicide, (see “Dropping Like Flies”) I am approached by a female sergeant at my cell front close to ten-o’clock night-time and asked my statement on a bogus case. A case alleging I committed an offense in public at 9pm that night. Then I am ordered to strip out of my clothes, put on only boxer shorts, submit to restraints and go to level 2 without my property, without due process…
I am now housed surrounded by screaming, raving offenders who are the poor souls that have long ago lost themselves to the cruelty, the oppression and torture of TDCJ. Now they themselves are used as tools of torment… no way to find sleep, the smell of fecal matter, urine and bodies unwashed for mont… this is how Texas fights activism, this is Texas Justice. I am not to be broken, I have been lucky to land here… the terrible cruelties that I witness here will find a voice to the people who make the struggle possible. I worry that my health is at risk, and if I fall silent, it may be that they have stopped mail, or taken a step further…
I have gotten word Comrade Malik is very sick. (Following the triumph in federal court?) Please follow up on his condition and care under TDCJ custody – mine also. Today I had to stop every officer working, sergeant “Brown” still was left, for close to 4 hours dealing with chest pain and dizziness before being escorted to medical where my blood pressure was in the red! None of my medication was brought to my new cell. My concerns for my health and safety are very real, these people aren’t happy – looks like I’m doing my job. Struggle not and you are but a slave!
Revolutionaries, you are the voice to protest and with a great love for the people and mighty rage against oppression I shall struggle until I’m free or dead. Fight the power! Fight for freedom! Fight toxic prisons!!
Please contact me with any letters of support, news of the struggle or simple words in solidarity. If you email me & desire a response, leave your snail mail address please.
Email at: www.jpay.com (Noah Jack Coffin #1795167)
Noah Coffin #1795167
2665 Prison Rd #1
Lovelady, TX 75851
Read more stories by Comrade Kado:
The condemnable and the condemned: To live and die in Texas prisons (with Comrade Malik, Sept. 16, 2017)
Exploited, abused, neglected: Mental illness and solitary confinement in Texas prisons (with Comrade Malik, July 18, 2017)