You Call This a Democracy! by PP Ojore Lutalo

[nattyreb]

(please forward to any lists or newspapers)

YOU CALL THIS A DEMOCRACY!

TRUE THOUGHTS
PEOPLE TELL
THEIR STORIES

Ojore N. Lutalo
P.O 861-59860
SBI#901548
Trenton, NJ 08625-0861


I was held incommunicado for six days in New Jersey's Trenton State
Prison draconian and nightmarish mental health unit, called 1-C by
prison workers and the boom-boom room by most prisoners. I was not
allowed to shower, change my clothing, have soap, toothbrush, wash cloth
or towel. I was not allowed to make telephone calls, send out or receive
personal or legal mail. I was also not allowed to receive personal or
legal visits or take part in any inside or outside recretional
activities.

Here's my Story:

New Jersey State Prison Administrative Segregation Unit (AD-SEG)
7-Wing-7-Right-6-Ter-Cell #22.

On Monday, September 12th, 2005, 6-tier was slated for afternoon yard. I
approached 6-tier gate to be stripped searched and I was told by the
security guard conducting the strip searches that I could not take in
yard movement because I was on "NO CONTACT STATUS", which meant that I
could not go to the yard or get visits with any other prisoner's in
AD-SEG.

I asked the security guard why i was on NO CONTACT STATUS and who gave
the order for my placement on such a draconian police state status and
he told me that he did not know the answers to my questions. I was not
allowed to go to the yard or receive visits by myself either! I was only
allowed out of the cell once a day for ten minutes to take a shower!

I addressed this repressive situation by way of the attached
administrative remedy form dated September 1th, 2005 and the person who
responded said: "the writer will attempt to address this situation." My
thoughts were things could not get any worse! Little did I know, the
worse was yet to come......

Around 1:30am on Thursday, October 13th,2005, the following events
transpired:

LOCK UP
LOCK DOWN

The lock and lock down stated around 1:30 am, when a cell extraction
team of several security guards, dressed in combat gear, woke me up and
the extraction team sergeant called out my name and said: "per orders of
the warden, you are to be moved to 1-C (the so-called mental health
unit)," without telling me why! So I started thinking, why the boom-boom
room?, since it is well known that I do not suffer from or with any
psychological decompensations.

I get up and I start to feel around in the darkness of the cell for my
clothing to get dressed (I sleep naked) because they turned the power
off for some reason. The sergeant told me to turn the cell light on. I
tell him I can't because the power is off. He asks for a flashlight, but
they don't have one among themselves.

I finally get dressed for the unexpected, but I could not find any
thermal underwear in the dark, which I regretted during my six day stay
down in the boom-boom room. I moved to the front of the cell to have my
hands cuffed behind my back through the bars. The sergeant told me to
back out of the cell when the cell dooor opened and face the wall. As I
am backing out of the cell, I looked down the tier to my right and I saw
this agent from the prison's Special Investigation Division (SID) squad,
recording the action. One of the extraction team members place his hand
between by back cuffed hands and I'm escorted off the tier.

ENTERING THE LIVING NIGHTMARE OF 1-C, THE BOOM-BOOM ROOM THAT NO LIVING
PERSON SHOULD EVER BE SUBJECTED TO!

As I enter 1-C, I see that 1-C have four or five cells located beind a
floor to ceiling fence, with the first cell behind the fence, but with
another built around the first cell. They put me in the first cell and
ask me if I am going to comply with their orders once they remove the
hand cuffs. I said yeah. They uncuffed my right hand and tell me to
place my hand behind my head and they do the same with my left hand and
then tell me to turn around and strip. i go through the strip search
motions: raise my hands, open my mouth, stick my tongue out, lift my
private parts,turn around, raise my right foot, then my left foot,
bottoms up and then I spread the cheeks of my ass. Then they tell me to
turn around and face the wall until they leave. They leave and I turn
around to put my clothing on, only to find out the took my clothing with
them! There I stand, ass out, butt naked, in a cold cell, standing next
to a puddle of water!

I look around the cell to do a survey of my repressive surrounds and I
find the following: the cage is twenty feet tall, twenty feet long and
fifteen feet wide, with two ceiling mounted observation cameras! It dawn
on me that I am in a "close watch cell!" One camera is over the dirty,
uncovered foam mattress on the floor, which is also dirty. The other
camera is located over the cell door. The cell light is located, high up
against the wall and the white burning light stays on twenty four hours
a day, making sleeping difficult and your eyes start feeling like they
have sand underneath your eyelids. Focusing becomes difficult after your
eyes are exposed to the twenty four hour burning white light. Back to
the cage. The cage has built into the wall stainless steel toilet and
sink with the window in the cage (7 feet long and 6 iches wide) situated
eigth feet high in the back of the cage. The vent in the cage is located
high up against the wall and the vent blows out freezing cold air twenty
four hours a day.

The cage floor is painted gray, the bottom half of the walls are gray
and the upper walls are painted white, with a window in the door (five
feet long and six inches wide). The only bedding I am given is lying on
top of the dirty uncovered mattress. I move towards that, bare footed,
to check it out. What I find are two paper thin sheets, that are white,
six feet long and twelve feet wide. I tear up a sheet to cover up the
puddle of water on the floor, to keep my bare feet dry and wrap the
other sheet around my body.

I start pacing up and down the cage to generate some body heat because I
start to feel the coldness of the cage assaulting my naked body. When I
grow weary of pacing the cage, i sit atop the stainless steel sink
hugging my body with paper sheet and thinking: " the way that I am now
being treted is illegal." The coldness of the cage is setting in again
because I can feel my body starting to shake like a pair of loaded dice
in a crap game, so I get off the sink and start pacing the floor again.

I entered the woes of the boom-boom room at 1:30 am and at 9:30 am they
gave me back my clothing! The telephone is ringing off the hook. Calls
are coming in from other prison security guards wanting to know if
Lutalo has bugged out, went crazy.

I grow weary of pacing the floor and sitting atop the sink, so around
9:30 pm on the 13th, i cover up the dirty foam mattress with a paper
sheet and lay down fully dressed and doze off. Shortly after, I wake up
to the sound of splashing water, to see water leaking from the ceiling
and running down the wall, seeping under the mattress.

I jump up and tear up the other paper sheet to soak up the water. I call
the guard, who is watching me on the camera from his desk. He opens the
gate and comes to the cage door. I point to the problem and ask him for
some more paper sheets. He tells me they don't have any more. I ask him,
could he move me to another cage? He tells me he has to check with the
sergeant. Now the water is running underneath the cage door. The
sergeant came and saw the problem and two hours later, they move me into
cage #2, without the twenty four hour camera watch. Cage #2 has another
dirty foam mattress with two paper sheets atop it. Cage #2 is just as
cold as cage #1, so I start pacing the floor to generate some body heat.

Just like I was illegally place in 1-C, the boom-boom room, it was
illegal for the warden to have placed me in a cage that was condemned! I
stay in cage #2 until Saturday afternoon of October 15th. That afternoon
a sergeant came to the cage and told me I was being moved to 1-C
overflow. I would at last have a bed to sleep in. I rolled up my paper
sheets, got handcuffed and was escoted to 1-C overflow.

1-C overflow is the left side of 1-C. They put me in cage #1 on 1-C
overflow. I entered the cage to find a steel bed frame bolted to the
wall and floor, with a dirty foam mattress on it and a working light
switch. The cage also had two wall mounted close watch cameras in it and
the cage was just as cold as the other cages in the main section of the
boom-boom rooms, 1-C.

I was given two security toothbrushes,a small tube of toothpaste, a bar
of soap and one dirty cotton spread, so thin you could see through it. I
was also given four paper wash cloths. They would not give me any paper
sheets or a clean blanket. I was not allowed to shower or given a clean
change of clothing.

I stayed in 1-C overflow until 8:30 am Tuesday morning, October 18th.
Tuesday morning of the 18th at 12:40 am, five guards came into the cage
with a nurse. The sergeant told me that the nurse wanted to take my
vitals. I thought this was a strange request since I had not requested
any medical assistance and it was 12:40 am with five guards standing
there and I was so ioslated, so I consented. The nurse only took my
blood pressure and left the cage without taking my temperature, pulse or
heart rate or asking any questions about my medical history, which I
thought were all part of taking one's vitals.

THE SEQUEL

Around 8:30am on Tuesday October 18th, 2005, three security guards show
up at the cage door in 1-C overflow.The sergeant told me that I am being
moved to the Management Control Unit (MCU). I get my few items together
and I am handcuffed and escorted to the MCU. I enter MCU on the right
side, 4B-Right and cell #6 opens up. The handcuffs are removed and I
step into the cage to discover that the cage is another "close watch"
one, with another dirty foam mattress on the floor and a close watch
camera mounted in the ceiling by the door. The stool and cage shelves
were removed, the light switch has a steel plate over it and the wall
sockets have steel plates over them. The cage light stays on twenty four
hours a day. The floor, the toilet and the sink are filthy! I request
cleaning equipment and a telephone call and both requests are negated by
the guards in the control booth. I use toilet paper to clean the floor
and the sink as best I can! I do not endeavor to clean the inside of the
toilet because it it so dirty!

This MCU close watch cage is smaller than the close watch cages down in
the boom-boom rooms, 1-C, so my eyes are hurting more from the glare of
the twenty four hour bright white lights! You call this a democracy?

Today is Thursday October 20th, 2005 and I still do not know why I was
placed on no contact status on September 12th, 2005 or why I was placed
in the boom-boom room, 1-C on Thursday October 13th, 2005 or why I was
re-interned in the Management Control Unit on Tuesday October 18th,
2005. You call this a democracy?

Per orders of the warden, I was placed on no contact status, per orders
the warden, I was illegally interned in the prison's so called mental
health unit, per orders of the warden, I was interned in the Management
Control Unit. All of this without ever "BREAKING A SINGLE RULE!" You
call this a democracy?

If they came for me this way on the inside, they can come for you the
same way on the outside. All in the name of democracy! Do you still call
this a democracy? I need outside legal help to get a transfer to a
prison out of state...



For additional up to date information on Ojore, please contact, Tim
Fasnacht-Philadelphia ABCF at: tfasnacht@webtv.net

[Mehlak]

Brotha Malcolm X was a master of words and he broke down democracy and theocracy:
if my memory serves me rught.

theo means god, and cracy means rule or to rule, the rule of god.

what is democracy, cracy means rule, in greek its demos, latin its demon (droping the s for n), in english they drop the n, demo. together you get demo-cracy.

so one is the rule of god. the other is the rule of demons (devil).

so yes i would most def call this a demon-cracy

peace

[Nesayem]

Remember, we’re still here
“Here we remain, yesterday’s urban guerillas, abandoned in captivity�
-Ojore Nuru Lutalo

Recently released from a Management Control Unit (MCU) after spending years in solitary confinement, OJORE NURU LUTALO is still incarcerated in Trenton, New Jersey, for actions carried out in the fight for Black Liberation.

In Ojore's own words, he is "serving a parole violation sentence (we received 14 to 17 years) stemming from a 1977 conviction for expropriating monies from a capitalist state band (in order to finance our activities) and engaging the political police in a gun battle in December 1975 in order to effect our departure from the bank, and to ensure success of the military operation…

"After my parole violation term terminated in December 1987, I started serving a forty year sentence with a twenty year parole ineligibility (I was paroled in 1980, and I have been back in captivity since April 20, 1982) that I have received in 1982 for having a gun-fight with a drug dealer. The overall strategy of assaulting a drug dealer is to secure monies to finance one's activities, and to rid oppressed communities of drug dealers."

Ojore was originally arrested with New Afrikan POW Kojo Bomani Sababu, and was struggling with comrade Andaliwa Clark up until the point that Andaliwa was killed in action within the confined of New Jersey's infamous Trenton State Prison after he shot two prison security guards in the repressive Management Control Unit on January 19, 1986 when they tried to stop him from escaping from captivity.

Ojore was a comrade of the late Kuwasi Balagoon, a New Afrikan anarchist POW. “I’ve been involved in the struggle, the war against the fascist state since 1970. I’ve been an anarchist since 1975 without any regrets. Prior to my involvement in the struggle, I was just another apolitical lumpen (bandit) here in Amerika.�

“I was… influenced and highly motivated by the Black Liberation Army (BLA) here in Amerika. These sisters and brothers were New Afrikans just like me from the streets of the ghettos who took the initiative militarily, to start assassinating members of the state’s security forces who were murdering black people in our communities. From the inception of all revolutions, I feel that the people need armed combat units to check state sponsored acts of terrorism by the government’s security forces. In addition, I feel that these armed combat units are necessary to show the people that fascist acts of state-sponsored terrorism… will be responded to militarily. In 1975 I became disillusioned with Marxism and became an anarchist (thanks to Kuwasi Balagoon) due to the inactiveness and ineffectiveness of Marxism in our communities along with repressive bureaucracy that comes with Marxism. People aren’t going to commit themselves to a life and death struggle just because of grand ideas someone might have floating around in their heads. I feel people will commit themselves to a struggle if they can see progress being made similar to the progress of anarchist collectives in Spain during the era of the fascist Bahamonde…�

Until recently, Ojore was locked down in an MCU in Trenton. “I’m encased in a cage of steel and concrete surrounded by high prison walls topped with gun towers and rows of razor wire while being watched by sadistic fascist pigs. Nevertheless, I’m not complaining because I have accepted the revolution, which is an armed struggle for me, and I have come to terms with the prospects of death and captivity… The vast majority of the Prisoners of War and Political Prisoners now being interned here in the concentration camps of North Amerika aren’t receiving any assistance (e.g. being liberated, assistance in liberating ourselves, financial assistance needed to obtain food packages, winter clothing, reading material and postage stamps) from the so-called progressive revolutionary organizations, groups and individuals here in Amerika. With our talents, we have been abandoned here the in the state’s numerous concentration camps and our MCUs by those out there in what we call minimum custody…

We don’t need moral support because we have purpose. We don’t need anyone to tell us to stay strong because we are going to remain steadfast anyway, because we have come to terms with the prospects of death and captivity.�

The Anarchist Black Cross Federation (ABCF) encourages everyone to be in contact with Ojore for more information. Be considerate and include a postal money order made out to Ojore Lutalo with his state number (59860) on it to cover his mailing costs.

Or you can contact the ABCF for information on what we do to support Ojore and the Anarchist Subsistence Program which sends funds and other materials to anarchist PP/POWs (like Ojore), or the non-partisan Warchest Program.

Ojore Lutalo #59860
SBI # 0000901548
P.O. Box 861
Trenton NJ 08625

[Kweku_Omowale]

brother ojoro lutalo was among one of dem to write me,about being loecked up in isolation unit,i cant believe,they are still putting him on isolation unit!!
oh my gosh,this is amerikkkan fascism! when he wrote me,he send me pics of the cells,that they put people in isolation units,look like cage for animals,there is no such as things as democracy,because,it is something that the greeks started on invented!