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    UPDATES AND NEEDS FOR ERIC’S PENDING TRANSFER TO PRISON

    WE NEED PEOPLE TO CONTINUE EMAILING AND CALLING STATE REPRESENTATIVES AND THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF PRISONS EVERY WEEK. As we continue to address the Federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP) and state representatives, we have received nonsensical and conflicting information from the BOP regarding Eric’s pending transfer to USP Lee. For now, Eric is waiting at USP Atlanta, and it seems we have come full circle: originally in 2018, Eric was told at USP Atlanta and USP Lee his life would be in danger by white supremacist gangs if he ever did a long stint at USP Lee, and Eric was originally told the dangers of USP Lee shortly after he…

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          Eric was picked up from Grady County Jail in Oklahoma at midnight last night and taken on a plane to the prison he was designated. We just received a phone call and he has been placed at FCI Englewood! Over the past two years pre-trial, all of the fights and horrible experiences, seeing the Rocky Mountains was a moment in which he knew he could finally breathe. Tonight he looked out his window and watched the sunset over those mountains just 30 minutes away from his partner and many friends. In all of this shittiness this is one thing that we can be thankful that for tonight. While there is…

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    “Feeling forgotten feels worst than dying” a poem by Eric King in solidarity with Chelsea Manning

    They take away your voice you loose touch with yourself. If you aren’t moving forward do we even exist? Instagram, tinder, never made a hashtag. Everyone is street walking playing Pokemon Go I don’t even have a phone. It’s so easy to feel alone Feeling Forgotten Feels worse than dying. They turned your story into a crime tortured you for daring to exist must have hurt those fuckers to know so many people listen. Flowers can grow in concrete, can we grow in cells? The easiest thing in the world is to feel you’ve lost touch, and it hurts so much, Solidarity Chelsea

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    Poem by Eric King

    It’s so much easier to think when I focus on the point my sidewalks are shifting standing on shaky legs Tomorrow I may awaken to a ceiling never seen Battling the state Battling the PTSD Much easier to stay awake lines in the novels don’t read straight Tired and alert, pick a team It’s so much easier to dream Knowing we will survive this thing

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    7/4 update, poem and call for support

    In the time since his sentencing, Eric has experienced an unexpected response from the prisoners back at CCA Leavenworth. Other prisoners heard about his outspoken attitude in court against the role Judge Fenner plays in the war against poor, black and brown folks. When it comes to survival based drug “crimes,” the rich and powerful draw the line between what they consider to be acceptable and unacceptable ways of supporting one’s family while the judges and courts act as enforcer. EK spoke directly against the harsh sentences for poor folks and contrasted them against the immunity that the police possess in regards to the violence they inflict on marginalized communities. Be it a fist of solidarity, a vegan meal prepared for him,…

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    June 11th

      June 11th is almost here! Eric is honored to be on the list of supported prisoners for the International Day of Solidarity with Marius Mason and all Long-term Anarchist Prisoners. Find out more at http://june11.org/, including information about events that day. Don’t see one near you? Bring friends together on June 11th and make one happen! We will update you as soon as we learn of his sentencing date and will be helping bring people from around the region and country out to it to support him in court. In the meantime, Eric still needs your support and solidarity! You can write to him at: Eric King #27090045 CCA…

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    “One of these days I’m gonna break these chains” a poem by Eric King

    I wake up alone in a box that ain’t my home without the love I call my own people who live  in glass houses I envy them all people who live in cages must throw stones tear the skin sticking to my bones got a spoon to dig down straight only digging the plot to my own grave if my body can’t , then my mind will escape my enemy wears authority instead of a face I wake up alone but we cannot break freedom is on the phone she holds me in one piece I wake up with a hole that she fills complete battered & bruised but on…

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    “Oh the life of a snitch” a poem by Eric King

    Oh, the life of a snitch you get caught with a ki won’t even do 3 that’s one hell of a plea you’re a snitch! *** Number one on your conspiracy but you’d rather be free smooth rolling in P.C. “he was gonna tell on me” sure he was, you’re a snitch! *** You sure like to talk and plan then turn witness for the man your life’s more important trust the community understands hypocrite anarcho-snitch! *** Swear “fuck the cops till I die” prison looks at you and smiles whoops next day you’re a C.I. where’d they hide the wire guy? Slimy recording snitch! *** Free a thousand bunnies…

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    Them bronze keys a poem by Eric King

    Them bronze keys o’ they rattle am i free or starting battle Them slammed doors how they wake my battered spirit they tried to break Them bronze keys open my food tray guards watching hard inspecting how much I ate Them slammed doors can hear from afar do the doors know how deeply they scar? Them bronze keys why do you exist separation creates pain and its balled up in my fist

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    “Walk away or fight” a poem by Eric King

      People say to be strong but never say or mention where to absorb strength from is it strength that risk of the hole over a lack of vegetables or reckless rebellion maybe its principle facing our fears & embracing our weaknesses maybe our greatest triumph or fuckup stand yer ground, feel it quake arms so brittle, legs so weak struggle to recall the point of this still willing to go for whatever the point is forgotten what home smelt like vividly recall what choking on fumes felt like nothing is ever black and white options are always more than just walk away or fight