The sure way to test the depths of boundaries of any person’s love is in suffering. By it, both love and the opposite of love are exposed in raw, unmasked & shameless form. The suffering either brings us profound appreciation for the lovers we’ve known or spend fantasy in, while on the opposite end of the spectrum any anger, spite or discontent burns from an ember to a raging inferno …
Of all the sufferings to know or become intimate with, that of solitude reigns supreme. The silent suffering of voices which merely echo back at you in a place of existence untouched by any form of humanity; laughter, affections …
A man, woman or child held fast in the maw of despair or adversity can find refuge in the companionship, the connection and collectiveness of even others whom suffer such ill fates …
I’m struck with with the thought of slave songs. Hymns sang collectively throughout the toils of forced labor which lifted the spirits of the subjugated bringing some solace to the tormented.
Solitary confinement works so terribly well because the only company you have is your mind which you’re in constant struggle against. You let down defenses. And the mind snaps under the pressure of sensory deprivations, and the torture tactics of your captors becoming just another mad laughter of bellowing outrage dancing gleefully, mischievously, along the surface of an age-old dungeon in South Texas’ summertime …
The polluted water must be choked down in copious amounts in the 100 days of hell each year as the temperatures inside this redbrick oven soar 20 to 30 degrees above the heat outside. Holding onto it long after the natural world has cooled rendering us unto listless, sweating, saline puddles until just before sunrise as the process repeats … It’s no wonder why shaved is the expression amongst longtime residents as lack of nutrition, tainted water and zero sunlight will rob any of their vitality over a course of time.
Amongst all the other dehumanizing atrocities enacted upon the confined, a receding hairline is an added weight upon the shoulders of an over-laden slave to a corrupt system of justice. Like those slave songs, the small freedom of shaving the shame away is some solace … The effects of solitary are often permanent.
Long after paying any debt to society is over, the ones forced to endure such torture remain broken. It is said that just a single 30-day period is ruled inhumane, that even such a time can alter your mindset…
I’ve been in solitary since 2014. I hurt no one, never attempted escape, and the only way out of this hell is by the approval of a biased (STG) security threat group sergeant who has his own show answering to no one, warden included. His distaste for my activism and outcry concerning these horrid conditions, the administration’s disregard for humanity and our fights as humans have made me the very object of his personal, vindictive sadism. Richard Stowe – an angry kid with a magnifying glass, and we’re the ants and object his malice … My only hope is to come out of this with my ability to love still intact & not twisted by bitterness borne of the cruelties this world’s “good guys” are free to enact upon us without restraint. The act of torture is a grievous crime of which someone gets much more prison time than the [judges?] given to me. But that torture is sanctioned & condoned by Texas justice.
This is to any who’ve seen this article. You’re the only defense I have against this torture. To make a difference you can log on to TDCT.gov website and look up Region 1 director Michael Upshaw. If you’ll flood him with emails that for over 3 years I have been trying to enter G.R.A.D. under Richard Stowe (STG) on Eastham Unit to be released from seg. But he won’t let me. This is retaliatory torture for my work in exposes.
Also I never ask for support but want to thank those who have done this as it is needed and deeply appreciated. Remember this comrades – your efforts no matter how great or small are the collective tide which destroys the fortress of the elites whom in some way confine us all … Don’t just email once, flood them, tell your friends!!!
Love and solidarity for ever!
COFFIN, NOAH JACK
2665 Prison Road #1
Lovelady, TX 75851
(or write him via Jpay.com)