To everyone planning on heading to court on Thursday afternoon to support EK, here are the updated specifics: When: Thursday, March 3rd, at 1:30 pm Where: Courtroom 8A – District Judge, Gary A. Fenner U.S. District Court, 400 E. 9th St. Kansas City, Missouri 64106 Please note that valid photo identification is required…
After almost a year and a half of pre-trial detention in shitty conditions, court battles and other legal woes, and facing threats of forty years in prison, Eric King has finally decided to accept a non-cooperating plea agreement to ten years in federal prison. If you live nearby, please consider attending Eric’s hearing…
It has come to our attention through Eric’s attorney that he has been placed in the hole again during the shake-down of the facility. He has been told that he will have a disciplinary hearing next week to determine if he will remain in segregation. We ask for continued solidarity in blasting Eric with cards…
They build walls to hold to separate and destroy They build prisons to enslave to rip hearts to shreds They build planes to attack and build plants to make bombs They build borders to differentiate between right & wrong, good & bad We build songs to give a helping hand and ease a burned heart…
Eric has been trying to get a new lawyer assigned to his case. However, today in court the judge denied him the opportunity to seek new legal counsel. On top of this unfortunate news from a difficult day in court, it has come to our attention that CCA Leavenworth is now under lock-down. These lock-downs…
Am I angry or hungry starving and shaking throw a punch or take a bite cook a meal or start a fight? In what world does canned spoiled fruit and beans count as a meal? How hard does bread need to be before it is a rock? Do I fight for something more or swallow…
This is a feeling you can’t escape its an empty loneliness, I know it me by myself despite a strong team back in the boxing ring keep hoping that i’ll wake from this how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19? This is fear I can feel it eating through my stomach like a starving lion lurking…
I think I see it, clearer they want us to live life in fear not feeling that kind of life broken into our minds robbery mask on tight to steal our sense of humanity the guns are locked & loaded and they’ve handed them over made us into hunters where do we go from here?…
Written in solidarity with the prisoners of Malawi who’s voices carry their stories beyond the walls that imprison them. I heard the Malawi birds they were bundled and stacked buried so deep but their voices reach so high does their location negate the warmth of their tears we can learn so much from suffering how long…
These walls silent as the dark & lost haunting as a ghost these walls will fucking crush us all if we ever give up hope these walls steal inches by the hour pressing down & smashing joy these walls will gladly break us all if we ever give them the power these walls snap shots…