Blog Post 13
I’m reading Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P Newton. Currently in the book Huey is in solitary confinement in jail allegedly for starting a strike at the jail. He admitted to participating in it but he said he didn’t start it. He talks about how all prisoners go crazy in solitary and beg to get released. If they apologize and admit they were wrong the guards let them out. Huey refuses to beg for anything and wont let the guards see his spirit broken. He practices meditating, exercising, and channeling memories to take up his time. When he heard the guards coming he would do push ups to keep himself from screaming. He described the room as four walls and a hole where he would have to use the bathroom, and dark. I picture four cement blocks and for walls with nothing on them. I imagine the floor being damp and smelly because he said how the hole would constantly overflow and he’d be sitting in his own feces. He said there was no light except under the door sometimes. So I picture a pitch black room with a small sliver of light under the door.
Sounds like a terrible place to “live” your life. I wonder if Huey thinks the crime he committed to get into jail was worth it.