New portrait by Marius of Cece McDonald: Writer, social activist, trans heroine. This painting will be auctioned off at a spring 2017 fundraiser for The Campaign to Restore Meaningful Commutation, a Pittsburgh based group that is pursuing criminal justice reforms for people serving Life Sentences, hosted by Let’s Get Free: Women and Trans Prisoner Defense Committee.
Marius got his second shot, after being worried that they would forget or it might be delayed. No bad reaction or really any strong reaction at all. He’s feeling happy and relieved, energized and upbeat. “It feels deeply, deeply good in my bones, in my blood. Like my heart is more steady, my mind is more focused.”
I wanted to celebrate with all the courageous and determined indigenous folks who are organizing the Red Warrior Camp- that they’d won a temporary injunction to the pipeline is significant, although the fight is far from over. One of msy heroes Winona La Duke has pointed to the struggle in Dakota as representing “the future of a people, all of us.” Many indigenous people from across the US have come too. The 3.8 billion dollar boondoggle and environmental catastrophe is proposed to cross 4 states, and has united Native Americans, landowners, and environmentalists in opposition to it’s construction. As Peter Francis of the Sioux people says, “This is about water. Water is the life of our people. Without it, we can not exist.”
…We begin our show with updates on the National Prison Strike, and then devote the entire episode to Marius Mason, a friend and former Bloomington resident currently serving a 22 year sentence for acts of ecological defense. We hear messages from people to and about Marius, listen to some of Marius’s music and poetry, and learn about his case.
That’s what I’d say
Crashing around the world like in the proverbial china shop
All those broken pieces left behind
No wonder it was the Labyrinth for me
Still, my fingers touch upon (from time to time)
A silken thread in the half-dark
Winding through these endless, circling halls
And somewhere close
I smell a torch that burns