Saturday, July 18, 2015

Rethinking Isolation as a Normal Punishment

         As a blog post on "Uncaptive Voices" details, there was a recent report by the American Civil Liberties Union of Texas detailing the many problems with Solitary Confinement in Texas. There is increasing evidence that our current methods of dealing with societal problems are not producing rehabilitative effects and likely are increasing or worsening violence and mental illness. There is also a short TED talk on the subject of addiction, isolation, and bonding which comes to a similar conclusion about the treatment of compulsive behaviors in our country.

        I would argue that these two resources should be almost required reading/viewing in any serious discussion about prisons and mental health in this country. I would like to challenge others out there to check out these two links and discuss how they may change the way we view our society and our prisons. Can we imagine a different future with a more rehabilitative approach to the challenges of violence, mental illness, and compulsive behaviors? 

Links:


A Solitary Failure--Report by ACLU of TX


"Everything You Think You Know About Addiction is Wrong" TED Talk by Johann Hari



Source:

https://uncaptivevoices.wordpress.com/ 

Sunday, July 12, 2015

On being a survivor and perpetrator of violence

        I read an incredibly moving article today, I Looked At A Rapist in the Mirror, and Saw Him Smiling Back, by Hari Ziyad and this article moved part of me that was at a loss for words before. I have experienced and read almost countless things which have shown me that people who have hurt people are also people who have been hurt, and conversely that many "victims", or Survivors,of violence have hurt people in their past or will hurt people in their future.

       I do not believe that any of us are perfect survivors or perfect perpetrators of violence. Humans are complex, and pain and trauma cause us anger, disconnection, numbness, desperation, and a host of other issues that can cause us to hurt the people around us. I have done things I am ashamed to admit to anyone, even though they are common actions in our society. I have questioned if my drunken actions and lack of concrete boundaries after years/decades of abuse were abusive towards others, even though no one has ever alluded to them being so. I feel that I have failed to practice or demand consent in my past, even after years of trying to recover from trauma using the principles of feminist, empowered sexual experiences. I allowed silence and guessing or apathy to take over situations. I know I felt violated many times, but I have no idea how others may have felt because it stayed in the silent space between us. We drunkenly texted each other to come over even knowing that it would be the same as the last time. My mind was often anywhere besides what was happening in the present. I did not fully understand this phenomenon until I read articles like "Why Many Rape Victims Don't Fight or Yell" . I realized my brain had been re-wired to a passive, limp, and dissociating response to unwanted sexual advances, and I had suffered greatly because of it. I was not angry with many of the people who triggered it, who could not or did not want to understand what was going on. They are in many ways products of their environment, as I was, who did not have the skills to deal with sexual situations in a healthy way. Many of them are my friends. I may have been angry at them at some point or another, but I think many of them were in the same boat I was at the time. I have not found the ability to forgive some of the others. I am angry with the ones who were predatory. The ones who purposely provoked fear or guilt and shame to put me in situation lacking control, and provoking this spiraling passivity.Some of them I would like to harm still to this day, years after they hurt me.

      It is at this point that I remain, knowing that I too have hurt others, but that some people may not deserve my forgiveness, and maybe I don't deserve forgiveness from others as well. I have certainly failed to ask forgiveness from many of them. I agree with Hari Ziyad that we don't like to think about these things. We don't like to think about the violence we face, the people who hurt us, or the ways we've hurt others. We don't like to think about sexual assaults or the people who commit them, and we don't like to admit that often times we are guilty of these things to varying degrees. We may have grabbed someone who didn't enjoy or welcome our touch. We may have kept pushing for a "Yes" or an "ok" when the answer was "No". We may have been drunk and never asked for an answer at all and never really known what the answer would have been. All of these things are common place in our society. But they are not right. We don't have the right to touch or use other people's bodies without their consent, and especially when they are not enjoying it. But many of us have stayed silent as well when we wanted to say no, or to run away. Or we have given up on resisting, or worse, we have tried to fight it and been overpowered or intimidated.

      I may want to think of myself only as the survivor, but the truth is I have made many mistakes in my past relationships. I had no strong boundaries. I lied to avoid dealing with my PTSD and why I did not enjoy sex anymore, or maybe it was just to make my partner happy. I was manipulative and codependent. I cheated instead of leaving a relationship I wanted out of for years. I gave up on myself, and on taking care of myself. I was purposefully hurtful towards people who had hurt me in various ways. All of those may have had origins out of my control, cultivated through many years of abuse, but I have to own up to them as well. I harmed myself and others during those years.

      My story is not unique. The prisoners I know are people who were hurt and traumatized in many ways before and after they hurt others. They pretty much all showed signs of Post Traumatic Stress before they began using drugs or alcohol and ever thought of robbing banks or driving under the influence or shooting at people. Violence is a cycle, and so is suffering. They are all suffering now as well, without sympathy from a society who thinks prison violence is deserved and beneficial in some way which remains a mystery to me. An article from Colorlines.com recently showed that the majority of black girls and women in prison are survivors of violence, and I would be willing to bet this could be widely said of the majority of people in prison, with emphasis that race, gender, income level, sexuality, and gender identity can all increase the amount of violence people are likely to experience and the likelihood that your actions for survival will be criminalized.

      The same could be said about the alcoholics, addicts, and the children of alcoholics, addicts, and abusers that I know. We have all been hurt and we all hurt others to varying degrees. We all want to end the violence around us, but many of us lack the feeling of having a solution and instead often participate in the problems,whether it be victim blaming or forms of violence.

      The point that I can't quite settle on is, how do we forgive the unforgivable when we finally acknowledge that we are guilty as well? How do I forgive the men who were predatory and purposefully hurtful when I accept that I have too hurt others or would harm others out of anger or vengeance or whatever justification I might find. Hari Ziyad wrote, "We can’t fix a system that we perpetuate without fixing ourselves, and we can’t fix ourselves until we admit that we need fixing." His thoughts are the profound message I have been waiting on. The cycle of violence needs to end, but we can only end it by first fixing ourselves and being honest about all of the ways we harm each other in this society. Maybe I don't have to forgive everyone, but I need to work on creating change so we won't need to forgive in the future. That change begins with ending the excuses we make for violence.We must be honest with ourselves about our potential to harm others, even as people who have may have suffered greatly, and until we stop harming others we continue to contribute to this cycle of violence. My pain is not an excuse to hurt others, and we must find compassion for ourselves and also keep ourselves accountable for our actions in the future and the present moment. Although I don't have all the answers yet, I am very grateful for the article he wrote and the ways it has helped me to put together many thoughts I have had over the past 3 years or so of my sobriety and increased engagement with other survivors and perpetrators of violence, whether through 12 steps programs or prisoner support. I hope others will continue to discuss the very honest thoughts he provided.

The Worst Place in Texas

Here I have shared a reflection on my first visit to Texas Death Row and the emotions I experienced seeing the humanity of the men there and the inhumane way Death Row inmates are treated, and coming to understand the many problems in the "justice" system which has placed countless innocent men and women in prison and on Death Row.

Recommended actions: Support The Innocence Project and help exonerate Innocent people: http://www.innocenceproject.org/get-involved/10-things-anyone-can-do-to-help-exonerate-innocent-people-and-prevent-wrongful-convictions

Also, abolish the Death Penalty so that no more innocent people will face execution, and change the way we react to murder cases to reflect real justice rather than a need for a conviction, and the prevalence of emotional trials with little evidence or logic.

Recommended topics for discussion: Solitary confinement for death row inmates. Wrongful convictions. Impact of prison and lack of contact on families and loved ones of inmates.

The Worst Place in Texas

        We are late getting to Hell. My ride was leaving a meeting, and we had to stop for gas. We pass through the guard station where the barely-literate have so much power.They didn't even search me; the privilege of light skin and being unknown to these walls. I leave my personality behind and enter only carrying 25 dollars in quarters, and the state sponsored identification.
"Take off your shoes.
How old are you?
Walk through.
Show me your feet."
A hand swipes under my breasts,
"How old are you?"

        We pass through to the juxtaposition of double barbed wire fences, rocks,and a line of chrysanthemums cared for by modern slaves, and never to be seen by the prisoners I will visit. Oh, the sweet irony of beauty in Hell. It has the white walled hallways and poorly cleaned bathrooms of a school building.Guards passing through making us avert our gaze, and above me the walls read, "Do the right thing"--not exactly what I'd expect.

       They buzz us in and I find you behind glass-- you are a caged bird, with broad features and a crooked but shining smile. The telephone reveals a youthful voice. Despite everything you are happy; despite everything, we are here together, and we will talk until they take one of us away.

Just two hours. 
We talk of life honestly.
We talk of love and pain,
fun and work,
and the tragedies of your past and mine.
The lies they told to put you here,
and of politics, books, friends, and lovers.

        When I leave we do the cliche goodbyes. I wish only that I could melt this glass like butter, to touch you the way we touch each others' hearts with words. The way friends are meant to embrace.And leaving you here feels like such a betrayal; I don't want to leave a friend to die. I can't stand leaving you to die. The tears behind my eyes make me burn with rage, but I hold them back because You are the one who can not leave.

        Then you went back to your Hell, to be strip searched and locked in your cage, and I went to wait at Walmart.That night, on the drive home, we heard a man got away with murder. He murdered a black child. But the jury said there was "reasonable doubt". I want to know, where's the reasonable doubt for you? Hanging in the DNA evidence they destroyed or never viewed? Hidden in the lies they told at your trial? Or below the surface of the black skin that was all they cared to see?

        The only thing I have reasonable doubt in is the system that created Hell on this Earth. And I know I would run into a burning fire for anyone I care about, so I knew then I would keep walking into this Hell for you. You are my friend and my brother, and you don't deserve to live or die this way.

I won't leave you to die, my friend.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

A Beginning


Hello World,
I would like to use this platform to lift up a voice toward a better world, with better solutions. A place where we can discuss how prisons, state violence, historic and modern injustices, and system wide oppression are holding us all down and destroying the fabric of a healthy society.

  • We need solutions.
  • We need voices against state violence in the streets, in the prisons, and in our personal lives.
  • We need to make the connections between personal violence and state violence.
  • We need healing for a sick society.
  • Ask yourself: How can we heal our families who are missing loved ones?
  • How can we heal our collective trauma caused by oppression and violence?
  • How can we prevent violence instead of punishing it?
  • How can we heal addiction?
  • How can we make prisons and police unnecessary?
  • There are solutions which don't involve hurting our neighbors and strangers through cruel punishments. Will you join me to discuss them and add your own voice?