Evening of Solidarity with Howard Guidry : Houston Indymedia

an evening of solidarity with howard guidry--

panther, poet, innocent death row activist

Host: howard guidry justice commitee Location: the pyramid shop
3215 dowling near elgin, houston, TX When: Sunday, July 16, 6:00pm to 9:00pm Phone: sis njeri. 713.237.0357 or 713.503.2633

i get mad
when we say
we're down to get down
but get gone
when it goes down
and i throw down
alone

--howard guidry

in 1995, eighteen year old howard guidry was forced by lying policemen
to confess to a murder that he did not commit. they told him they
would put him on the "fast track" to death row if he did not sign a
confession. they did not let him see his lawyer. they lied to him and told
him that his lawyer wanted him to sign a confession.

with only a forced, illegal confession and hearsay testimony from the
girlfriend of the suspected killer, the state of texas sent howard to
death row for a decade. that is to say, they stole 87,600 hours of this
young man's life.

in 2003, after a comedy of errors revealed the true nature of how
howard was sent to death row, federal judge vanessa gilmore threw
out the evidence and ordered houston to retry or release howard
within 180 days. the state of texas appealed the ruling, but the fifth
circuit court in lousiana upheld it and the u.s. supreme court refused
to hear the case.

3 years later, a thirty year old howard is finally getting a re-trial for a
murder the state still wants to pin on him, even though they have no
evidence and no case.

on july 16, the night before jury selection is set to begin, we will hold
an evening of solidarity with howard guidry.

local poets will read some of howard's poetry. brother kenya will
musically entertain & educate, and anti-death penalty activists
njeri shakur and gloria rubac will speak about howard's case as
well as the systemic injustices that are at work in this racist,
anti-poor criminal justice system.

come show your solidarity with howard and other political prisoners.
together, we can stop the racist death penalty and end the
prison-industrial complex. alone, we can only mourn.

"when a cause comes along and you know in your bones
that it is just, yet refuse to defend it--at that moment you
begin to die. and i have never seen so many corpses
walking around talking about justice." - mumia abu-jamal

"Without struggle, there can be no progress."
Frederick Douglass

Poet Hell, Like Mine
by Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone Friday, Aug. 25, 2006 at 9:46 PM
USA, A Blitzkrieg, We Must Win

I am a forced felon and injections victim of the evil regime in power. They are not what they seem. The filthy rich scowl at us so let us hope they are killed or we die trying to kill them, all of us live or all of us die, as it is better than being their filthy low caste slime.

Here is you a poem.

They inject when you when are a child, your mind gone wild, never to know, the quintessential world lingo. You find yourself in jail, and of the lower caste, you see nuclear bombs and say, what a god d@mn blast.

Welcome global war against the evil regime that is controlling us. That man is better off dead. At least he will not suffer any longer. I was a federal bank examiner who endured injections and near assassination.

I would rather have a final war with my enemies, and I will, so help me creator. We are in the mind of the creator. Has he gone mad? Do the math. That is right, you can't. Forever in this Hell, I pray for death because they closed the USA borders to me like a God D@mn death cell. So shut out the lights. See you on the other side brother, and soon I hope, for all of us, of the lower caste.

Mobile Audit Club

From : Kurt Brown alias Saint Ram Bone
Sent : Sunday, August 27, 2006 1:20 AM
To : lilymae30@hotmail.com, howardguidryjusticecomm@yahoo.com, tony_ford@tonyford.org, kenneth.foster@todesstrafe-usa.de, admin@robwill.org, webmaster@freepeltier.org, alerts@freemumia.org, saintrambone@hotmail.com

Subject : Mobile Audit Club sends precursor warning of event---Please forward to the contacted death row inmates, it is a sign, a seal, a covenant if they are of virtue, if read and felt
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I watch as you death row inmates try to be set free. I watch as I, a former federal bank examiner for the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation , FDIC, am abused by the federal government and state governments and city governments for becoming an informant on criminal activity that I simply witnessed and tested. I watch as Israel and Palestine fight on mass media and the more trusted Indymedia and even though I know and respect many Jews, some do and some do not want the fight in Israel for more land. I think the land should be returned to a certain point, a very large section returned, but I also think the death penalty is as sane as abortion--insane. I have no say in any matter. I do not even have control of my body. The USA government, whatever it is, can forcibly inject me anytime. It is like rape, but who controls the rapists? That question may not be as simple as it seems.

I have endured an American holocaust and no one noticed, including an attempt on my life, forced injections, being silenced, jailed, and exiled and many other things after working as a federal bank examiner for the FDIC, where a man was killed in his office and labeled suicide, and I was ordered not to talk about it, or the criminal syndicate that reigns in our banking regulatory system. My question is, are they human? I know they are not humane, those controlling it. We have no voice. Therefore, I watch and listen to that outer core of my existence, beyond this flesh you see. It is partly dead, but then again, aren't we all? Tell those inmates I recall the taste of death and it is not as bad as it seems, not where I was. Perhaps I recall laying in the sun rotting, but it is like a dream, a dream with the taste of grapes and cherries with an eye that can not move, only the serene indifference. What is death? That you must ask yourself also. This flesh is the fruit on the vine and it never lasts.

It is proven that the outer core of our universes shell, and there is a shell, is shaped like a loaf of bread. I say it is more like a brain, or a cell, controlled by the brain of the creator, or perhaps the creator is dead now, and we must carry on with the struggle under the divine guidance. Humane humanity moving outward and inward in the churning cycles of this divine cell.

Some may ask why newborns cry. You figure that one out. Have you ever been dosed in the fire of cold water or had your flesh stripped, replaced, and hardened?

I feel for all of you. I feel we are humans, you and I. I know many of you are twisted, but who is not? Had many of you been born in different environments, and I am not just talking about neighborhoods and parents, I am talking about with different circumstances where you were fed and treated differently by the unknown, those eyes that see when ours do not, you would have been different.

I am denied exit to Canada due to lies on American documents given to the Canadians, who also appear to discriminate, and it appears they are controlled by that thing, "it", that controls and ruins our lives. I live in fear of the federal governments National Treasury Employees Union, the federal agencies, and the state and city police. They in Alabama and Los Angeles abused me and those in San Francisco threw me to the streets. Many of them are not what they seem. You should never believe your eyes. Use divine humane conscience if any of it is left. It is marked between the Hindu eyes in blood red. It is an ancient fight, since the beginning.

I predict in 2007 a catastrophic change, much more than 2001. I crawled to the Canadian border in May of 2006, sensing the change, preparing. The last time it was a 10 month cycle, this time I am not sure. Remember 9-11, and was it really what it seemed. I heard the fight before it started, but then again, has it ever ended? It never will, not in this shell or universe. I question everything I can and feel the outer perimeter, as that is my nature. I feel before I or it touches. That is my curse. May the creator enlist these men into my army in the next life if they are of the divine humane conscience, and if they are warriors of virtue, I will raise them when they raise me or the creator, if he is alive, from the dust of this battle, this life, and may we all ascend above this squalor.

Kurt Brown, alias Saint Ram Bone
Mobile Audit Club

http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html

We may all be better off dead before this over. Do not fear death. Grapes and cherries and a monocular lense.

Quote a sentence from my monologue at the killing. Bring divine humane conscience when we meet. There are many windows in this existence. You will see. Do not fret little one, be brave and resilient, as the creator has hardened in that manner.