Donate to Marius’ Support Fund

Please donate to Mason’s support fund!  All donations made through this website are used for Marius’ support.

Donations help Marius pay for postage and telephone and video calls home,  art supplies, magazine subscriptions, books, and other materials.  In order to maintain his health, Marius must buy additional food from the prison commissary, these are the primary expenses.  Marius’ attorneys – even though they work pro bono – have expenses as well. Visitors, including his children, friends, and supporters must fly to Connecticut to see him where they have rent a car and stay in a hotel near the prison.

Donations by Venmo are made through our friends at Fifth Estate (@Fifth-Estate)

Please include a comment noting your donation is for Marius

Click here to donate via paypal, with a one-time or monthly donation

Checks or money orders should be made out to Julie Herrada or Peter Werbe: put “Marius Mason” on the subject line.

Mail checks to:
Support Marius Mason
PO Box 201016 Ferndale, MI 48220

Why I Can’t be Introduced in Texas (or Say My Name)

It is illegal for those who are incarcerated in Texas prisons to change their name. This law denies those imprisoned one of the most fundamental aspects of a person. Marius’ legal team will be fighting this in court. We’ll keep you posted on this struggle.

In response to the news, Marius composed this poem.

Why I Can’t be Introduced in Texas (or Say My Name)

Say my name, say my name,
Your laws they just confound me,
Like brick walls they surround me
Say my name, say my name,
I know that you can’t see me,
Make it so hard to be me
But what’s in a name?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
But I am not a rose, I am a man.
Yes, I’m a man, yes I am, and I can’t help but
Tell you so.
Though you’d say no.
How can I perform my gender,
An actor stripped of his lines,
How can this scene be “blocked”
When I am perpetually “clocked”
As what I am
Not.
The invisible man,
Without my name wrapped around me,
Giving me shape and substance
Like a bandage, holding this wound
Together.
Texas, you vigilante,
Riding rough-shod over the smallest liberty,
My name my only sovereignty
I am invaded by your assumptions
A nation under siege.
But my flag still waves,
And through the rockets’ red glare,
I’m still there.
Say
My
Name.