by Noah “Kado” Coffin (contact: see below)
A hungry child’s waiting cry pierces the heavy dark reverberating off the crumbling brick and broken glass … This punctuated by the yelps of feral dog that’s been ghosting me in the shallows … All mainly skin, ragged bones and yellow teeth – no doubt once an adored pet, though tonight it merely is a reflection of the surrounding decay. Much like the tormented elderly vagrant seen huddling to their 40-oz like lovers embraced … who wear their years in the lines upon their faces like sagging, grotesque tree rings … one look into those haunted, hollow eyes is enough to age your own soul …
The scuffling of shoes followed by the clank and clatter of spent beer bottles sets me on edge just as a menacing voice challenges me from a darkened gloom in a dilapidated breeze way. “Help! You lost white boy?!” shadowy figures emerge and advance upon me as I respond in what I hope sounds like a confidant voice, “Man, I know where I’m at.” Heart doing acrobatics as my suddenly clammy hand closes tightly around the short length of pipe I have hidden in the front pocket of my hoodie…
Like ravening wolves the neighborhood cliques and gangs prowl in search of prey. In their very own streets – unaware that consequently their actions make them equal to, or – worse than those elitist assholes who ensure that these ghettos exist …
Comrades, I’ve been stabbed, jumped, beaten and worse by none other than those who share an oppression my own … These experiences play across my mind’s eye through the lengthy nights in this tiny cell like some kind of confusing and nefarious film that I’m unable to forget … A sickening display of grabs in a bucket – each scrambling over the other and pulling the next one to drown at their feet …
I’ve seen people who’d sell the innocence of their own child for a fleeting high. Worse- I’ve known of the ones who’d take the offer and without losing sleep over it … seen people kick it for years together and turn tail or kick rocks whenever it got real or a “come up” was presented.
How can we ever succeed unless we become a collective tide? We cannot. Not as we clash and bawl, colliding with one another – creating nothing more than a chaotic whirlpool where we’re dashed helplessly against each other losing any strength or momentum. How can we break down walls if we’re stacking the stones ourselves? Oh I don’t say that lightly in any way!! If you divide yourself or oppress the oppressed, you are a master mason! You feel like you’re barely getting by?? “We’ve all gotta eat”?! Well if you in any way take what little another has in your same situation then you are worse than the power hungry elite whom rule the slums man!! Yeah I’ve got a “clique,” it a big one called “the people” but I’m real choosy. If you’re not with the tide, you’re against it. Get a surf board or get outta the way so we can make a difference.
From my early teens I was thrown into the backstreets of the South Texas slums. A walk through those neighborhood apartments simply trying to reach a destination can and does leave anybody beat down with their pockets turned out …
Hit those open streets and you’re then a target for a cop’s quota. This is and has been such an effective system of oppression which I see no end of until we start toward a solution.
First – we’ve gotta address the problem of a moneyless class of people if we are to end the “dog eat dog” ideal which only weakens us. A few things to consider: a small business like: painting, fencing, or landscaping etc. is about $15 to open a (DBA) license on for 10 years. If you can cut grass, you can run a business. Hire a local crew and if you are anyone who pays to have your grass cut – hire locally operated business. The same concept can be applied to these large business who thrive on the little bit of money these poverty ridden neighborhoods do have. If you have a local supermarket where you buy food, get together with everyone they know, then fill out a petition with the supermarket. If they won’t hire locally, if your neighborhood faces aren’t employed there then boycott the supermarket! Convenience stores, laundry centres, barber shops etc. Those places need the money that your homes provide to survive. Take away that and they won’t make enough money from the passers-by to stay afloat. If you rent your place then do the same with management or owners. Make it clear that if they hire a landscaper then you want them to be local.
Police quotas – if we want to stop these folks from preying on every opportunity to snatch us off the street or from jailing us under sketchy circumstances we have to get involved. Everyone just about has some kind of phone with video technology. If you see the cops prowling through your apartments, neighborhood or any such things, don’t go inside & shut the door! Pull out your cell phone and if they’re harassing someone make your presence known while you’re recording the whole play. If we all did this it would become a “police watch” so to speak. The reason neighborhood watches work isn’t because thieves are afraid of old folks who have a lot of time on their hands – it’s because they believe they’re being watched. For so long these cops have operated with the powerful effect of fear! When a cop pulls up, everyone is quick to bail inside and whoever is left behind can be handled in any way without a second thought – but if when they pull up everyone’s cell phones come out?? That’s gonna change some stuff, believe me.
Brothers and sisters, comrade Kado here – another summer behind the wall ahead and this reach out is only made possible because of the support and solidarity of my amazing contacts. We have to become a solution to our oppression and that means first – we’ve gotta work together and stop helping the oppressors! We all need to make due and snatching a few crumbs out of the pockets of our neighbors won’t ever fill our plate so get real and get on board. As a divided, scrabbling mass we are weak, but together we are a force of nature.
Love & solidarity
All letters, support & feedback to:
“Noah would like to get some feedback from you and your friends. I enclose his mailing address.”
Noah Coffin, #1795167
2665 Prison Road #1
Lovelady, TX 75851
You can also contact him via Jpay.com: Noah Coffin, 01795167
(typed by: Heinz, Vienna, Austria, 22 April, 2019)