Recently, at the end of Eric’s time at USP Lee, he experienced brutal deprivation, threats and retaliation. So much that while he was there, he didn’t speak on it for safety concerns. Right before he left, the Bureau of Prison’s Southeast Regional office outside of USP Lee jurisdiction held his disciplinary hearing, allegedly to be “impartial”. The lieutenants let him know that Regional instructed them to find Eric guilty in case his ADX transfer didn’t go through so they could try forcing the ADX transfer again later on if needed. The BOP found him guilty of “rioting” because of a global noise demo that happened outside prisons on New Year’s…

        Within days of winning a federal court case in Colorado against his treatment at the hands of the Federal Bureau of Prisons staff, Eric is in the process of being transferred to USP Lee, a high security prison across the country in Virginia.  Eric, who is eligible for placement at a medium security facility, reasonably fears that this move to Lee is punitive and that once he’s at Lee, he will lose all ability to communicate with loved ones and acess to reading materials. Eric King needs our help!          Elements in the BOP have already shown their petty desire for vengeance against Eric through multiple instances of him…

Its not that complicated This is a storage closet This is not a Lieutenants office This was not a legitimate interview  This was the room that changed Eric King’s life This was the corner he was backed into  This is the Stryker chair he was transported in This was the bed that BOP (Bureau of Prisons) officers chained a compliant prisoner to  This was the position Eric was restrained in for 6 hours  This was the shirt that was cut off him with a grappling hook  No one has any idea where 3 hours of this video went There was no water  No place to urinate but on himself There…

I search to see anything, to see you but to matter how wide, I open my eyes all that I hold is the grey in my room You can’t wish yourself out of a dungeon  A bear can’t roar its cage open I can’t love the pain away screaming so the echoes offer protection from the ghost praying someday, I’ll see you again wrapping my calloused hands around the throat of my insecurities  to watch their lifeless shape fall to the ground  protection from the anxiety blunders which smother every inch of what’s left of me Digging out of the rubble till I’m free praying one day your lips won’t…