Peace be with you
I’ve never been very good at writing publicly about myself. I try to keep things on the issues, and not on look at what I did. But, as I said to someone (or fifty someones) during all this, “there’s two times in your life its okay to be ‘all about me’ one is your birthday, and the other is, every time they try you in their court.” Obviously I lost, though I see it as a good chance to identify and learn more about abuses in Humboldt County Correctional Facility, and teach those members of our community about the rights they possess. I’ll try to update you from jail.
That bullshit being said, I would really like everyone who could support me to be at the Courthouse Monday, at 1:00, for a press conference, or hugs if there is only two of you. If you absolutely can’t show up for the PC, then please come and help me show the out of town judge my kick ass community at my 1:30 sentencing hearing in court room 7. I know it will help at sentencing if the judge knows freedom of speech is a two sided issue in Humboldt County.
Remember, I got pulled out of a Humboldt County Board of Supes meeting by the bailiff goon squad of the second floor court, because Jimmy Smith didn’t like what I said. Now I’m in that goon squad’s custody. So please come, hell it might be the last time you get a chance to see me.
I really enjoyed the trial and all the fucked-up hearings I had. If I wasn’t already involved in my life’s passion, I would seriously consider an internship in lawyering (one my life’s passions of course, is getting rid of the need for lawyers between community members). I suppose I would have to learn to speak the English (sic) first though. Anyway I learned a lot, and I’ll be even better next time.
I would also like to assure any juror who might be googling my name, I really do feel your pain. The thing that always makes me cry about this, and now since its me, even more so, is that in these types of situations jurors vote against their own heart in order to “following the ‘letter’ of the law,” and then can’t even look you in the eye afterwords. We’re activists, and are constantly standing up for things. That often leads us to court. I have been trained to be an activist, I know the score, you don’t. I am sorry you were put you in that situation, but it is our freedom I must struggle for. Don’t sweat it, I forgive you. Hell I forgave you when I decided that freedom of speech was worth protecting from our fortuna stupidvisor. I fucked with the big “good ol'” boys. I cordially invite any juniors to the 1:30 sentencing. None of my friends, who were at the trial, are the type who would do anything but welcome you, and maybe hug you. I would love to talk to each one of you. I also invite you to explore the idea of a well informed jury, you can follow your heart in the jury box despite what judges tell you. But anyway, I really did like you, and I hope you liked me. If you ever meet me on the street, I love talking with my community members.
I also feel bad that my beloved friends feel bad that I lost. I don’t really believe we ever lose when we stand up! Gandhi kicked the English out of India by filling up the jails. We establish justice, and further the struggle for an egalitarian reality! I stood up for my right to have the supervisor’s attention for a few minutes a week. And now it’s my turn to play plaintiff. I guarantee you the Brown act wont be left out of that one. Plus I get to appeal. Thank you to everyone who supported me – I love you too!
I personally view it, that I really won. I figured out their three cop monty game, and told you. Every defense lawyer I explained their strategy to said it was brilliant. Its pretty fucked up when prosecutors use sneaky maneuvers to convict someone. I thought it was about the justice, but the judge only talked about how “fair” it all is. Dollar for dollar we got the way bigger end of the stick. I prevented other people from being in that court, and I’ll take up space, and funds, in jail too. I learned a lot. I have no regrets, and neither should any of you.
Those who know griz already understand why I’m begging, but for those who don’t know him, he is my companion. He’s a 130 lb St Bernardish puppy who pulls me on a mountain board with bells around his neck (little kids think I’m Santa Clause in July). That’s just one of the cute things he does. Once he even got me threatened by the chief of the Arcata police department for disrupting a public meeting. He’s never been separated from me for very long periods, and I need to secure his comfort. He is a well behaved male, but still has his balls. He’s never been layed and he’s almost seven. I am responsible enough to prevent that myself, but I’m not sure responsibility alone would be enough to stop griz from jumping little fifi if the opportunity presents itself. Your presence will go a long way at convincing the judge that I have local ties, and allow me some time to find a nice secure yard for the Buddha incarnate before reporting to jail.
Thank you all for your good wishes, but Monday I could really use your body, and everyone you know that knows me, whose number you have. If you like me on TV, you’ll like me even better in person. Maybe we can all go together Tuesday for the 1:30 public comment and tell Jimmy Smith it’s a bullshit idea him giving verbal consent to Kathy Hayes to push the panic alarm “only when threat of bodily harm,” and then not only allowing letting Kathy Hayes to push the button because he didn’t like what I said, but then activity helping to prosecute me by him and his employees lying on the stand. I have noticed the archived meeting in question has rotated out of the choices, but I know for sure they still got the cd (1/27/09).
Life’s a journey, and the show must go on. I’ve been in jail before, and I like to think I survive it better than most.
Oh yeah, children are totally welcome – they’re family too.