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Jeff has LOST HIS CONTACT VISITS FOR ONE YEAR!!! Even though there is NO EVIDENCE that he was smoking pot. The smoking gun? A CLEAN UA!! Please send Jeff your letters of support. He has not yet asked for anyone to contact the superintendant over this issue. Let's be prepared if he does!
August 22nd, 2006

Dispatch from Jeff "Free" Luers

Talk about a shitty couple of days. I get out of the hole on Sunday, August 20. To start I have to fight to get out on my date because I'm not in the computer. I get let out without having had a hearing, which means I have no sanctions.

I'm excited, though. I know that no matter what I get to call her today. I get out right at yard line. I go and find my new cell conveniently locked on the bar box. The first cell on the tier, the one right in front of the guard.

Ok, no big deal. Been here before. I throw my bedding in and hit the yard. The number that I've dialed nearly everyday for many months is gone from my memory. I try many combinations. I have to know it!

I don't. I call the old number. I feel like an ass. I get the new number. Finally, her voice. I don't know what to say. So much is happening around me: softball, birds, sunlight, people coming up to shake my hand. I haven't been outdoors in six weeks. Nowhere near my longest hole stretch, but it's messing with me.

I try she keeps saying talk to me. Yet, the only words that come are "I love you", "I'm scared they will not let me see you."

It's been less than twenty minutes. I notice cops pointing at me. Something is coming. I know it. I know the look. Sure enough here they come.

"Luers, you're not supposed to be out here, you're going back to the hole."

"But I'm not on LOP (loss of privileges)."

"You just got out of the hole, of course you are."

"I never got a hearing."

Looks of suspicion, hands going for the cuffs. Then something unexpected. She believes me.

"Ok then."

"What was that about," I hear over the phone.

"Nothing, just more of the same."

Next day. Monday.

I go down to pick up my property. All my envelopes that I was told weren't there when I was in the hole. They are right on top. Guess they didn't want me writing letters the first few weeks. No biggie it ain't the first time.

Lots of my property is missing. Nothing major. Just the food and coffee I bought the week before the hole trip. That kind of thing happens. It will work itself out.

Again drop the stuff off hit the yard. Everyone is shaking my hand offering me food, coffee, shoes. I mean everyone: my friends, black guys, skinheads, strangers. It feels good to be respected. It feels good to know that my politics, my character goes beyond prison divisions. People respect why I'm in prison. This place is a micro community and like any community it has its "popular" members. Somehow I'm one of them.

Back to the cell. All my stuff doesn't fit. Fuck, shit, fuck! Ok, 30 books gone. Damn not enough. Ok, got to mail some letters home. Still not enough room. More stuff has to go. I've gone from a 6x9 cell with 7 shelves and a drawer to a 5x8 with one shelf and drawer. I've accumulated a lot of stuff in 6 years. Not more than the two duffel bag limit. But the limit still won't fit in a small cell.

I feel slightly ill about this loss.

Day number three. Tuesday. Today.

They called me in for my hearing today. Nevermind speedy investigations. This one took 5 weeks. 5 weeks to get a tape of a phone call and ask a cop one question.

At the hearing I'm informed that they listened to 6 phone calls. 3 hours worth of conversation. They never heard me talk about smoking pot. Never heard me talk about pot.

I'm told that there's no longer any basis for suspicion. Reality and what is written in the report are two different things.

Vindication. My heart leaps. Maybe, for once I'll get ahead. Well, at least not any farther back.

Then a set back. The UA officer lies to the investigator. Says he didn't give me any water before the test. Says maybe 6oz.

But he gave me two 8oz glasses. 16oz in 15 minutes.

Their very rule says one 8oz glass every half hour after the first half hour. He violated the rule but he can't admit it. That alone would get me off. It would also show he was incompetent.

Still, I'm not worried. Even though it's his word against mine I've still got the ace. The hearings officer says there's no reason to believe I was smoking weed.

He gives me the decision. He says with no suspicion I do not find you guilty of disobeying an order (Yes! I've won!). However, you still submitted a diluted UA. So I find you guilty of contraband one.

I'm sanctioned to 14 days LOP, 42 days hole time (time served, a $50 fine, and I lose my contact visits for one year. Even though no one thinks I smoked pot.

I felt sick. It took a lot not to hit a cop today. Any cop, it didn't matter. Even the "cool" ones who think I got fucked over simply say that's the way it goes.

I wanted to say "yea, well I'm an anarchist and this is the way that goes" Pow! But I keep control of my seething anger. I make my way back to my cell. My stupid fucking cell on the bar box where I can't get away from anyone.

Here is when it hits me next time I see her face, next time I see my parents, there will be glass between us again. Just like county jail. No hugs, no kisses, no holding hands for a year.

I've done it before. It doesn't seem like a lot. But when the only thing that has kept me going are those visits, it's everything.

I'm not sure I can be "good" anymore. I'm not sure that I want to be. I'm not sure what that means for my future.

Then again, maybe I'm just bitter, tired of being fucked over by the prison system. Maybe this feeling will pass. Or maybe next time I'm pushed, I'll push back. Maybe I won't have to. Maybe people out there will start pushing back when they are pushed and all this stupid authoritarian bullshit will end.

Jeff "Free" Luers

Write to: Jeff Luers
Oregon State Prison
2605 State Street
Salem, Oregon 97310
it will end 02.Sep.2006 15:35

dancing on john wayne's head

The christian-based democracies are in their death-throes.
The authoritative church-state will become a thing of the
past, and will be totally forgotten by future generations.

Children of Earth - Earthwalkers - are awakening to the
voices of the ancient ones......and we are reclaiming our
true heritage and shedding the yoke of christian and other
patriarchal oppression.....

LIVID!! 02.Sep.2006 15:53

Marlena Gangi

Free is SO right; when are we to push back? How are we to push back?

When the crime does not warrant this kind of punishment...it does not fit the thing that we are trying to do.

Kidnapped to solitary for wanting to love and protect the earth and it's/our Indegenous truths?? Jeff Hogg, Daniel Andreas, Nadia Winstead, Rod Coronado, Joyanna Zacher...How long will we allow this list to grow?

NSA, COINTELPRO, this is the police state. Big Brother is here and his foot is pressed firmly up our collective ass. This should enrage you. Where is your rage?

How long will they kill our prophets while we stand aside and look?

How fucked up does fucked up have to be before shit starts turning?

One More Thing 02.Sep.2006 15:56

Marlena Gangi

"Revolution is hostile. Revolution is bloody. Revolution knows no compromise. Revolution overturns and destroys everything that gets in its way. You don't have a revolution in which you are begging a system of exploitation to integrate you into it. Revolutions overturn systems!"
~~El Haij El Shabazz (Malcom X)

We love you really! 02.Sep.2006 19:16

anonymous or made up

Don't despair! There are what, two million Americans in jail, and we don't want all of them out, just you and a few others... Hold tight, tough seeds take root, and you cell will be needed when *we* nix those arms-trading, lying neo-conservative nutcases that have wrought so much misery on this world. It is not going to be long now, so just you wait, and don't do anything stupid!

Much Love to Free 02.Sep.2006 19:57


Thanks to whomever posted this. It calls me to action. To push back. We need those reminders everyday, huh?

And I don't want to be the one to start the normal bickering but I must say that as a movement of brothers and sisters in struggle we have to recognize that although Free is incarcerated unjustly and we do love and support him and continue the struggle in his sted, he is not the ONLY one being oppressed in there. Why NOT free all two million? Lets not distance ourselves from potential allies who understand much about how gross this empire that we are fighting is.

In Hope and Struggle!

adjusting 06.Sep.2006 09:01


the human brain has its ways of adjusting to anything that doesnt kill it, keep your head up bro, time flies, other things crash

Thank you for your sacrifices 18.Sep.2006 00:39



I spent an hour holding my nine year old tonight, way past his bed-time on a school night, trying to console him about his future on this planet. He wonders how much longer he will be able to live. He knows that climate change will not be gradual. He knows that there will be social instability. He knows that we are all vulnerable. He hears our frustrations with the powers that be and their short-sighted, greedy and irreverant ways. The world is waking up out here. He is reading in his current events kids magazines from school things that, if taken in without the filter that enables us grown-ups to overeat while thousands die daily of starvation or create greenhouse gasses unnecessarily while the earth warms, will scare you into despair. It is only the knowledge that there are good people like you who are fighting the good fight, that finally got him to sleep.

I was lucky enough to have been a student of Roger Revelle's. When he died, I attended his funeral. There is one thing that I will never forget from that funeral. His friend was recounting a conversation had with him in which he asked what he thought was the recipe for a happy life. Roger replied that to lose oneself in something bigger than oneself was the only way. I can hear from your frustration that it isn't providing you with happiness now, and how could it under such conditions? This is your time of sacrifice for the bravery of your actions in a political climate I don't think any of us believed possible here. You are part of movement though that will, if it succeeds, do no less than save all of humanity. How happy would you be if you sat on the side-lines and watched the movement fail.

Thank you for your sacrifices. They are not in vain. We know that you are there. We know why. The tides are changing. It is really starting to change. Please hold on and don't despair. Every moment of your life that they take is of value to what you wanted to do, even if you never imagined that you would give in this way.

Thank you Jeff 03.Oct.2006 21:04

Man, 36 yo

Thank you for what you did. This is an insane country that is penalizing you for defending it in the first place. I too have fought a long losing battle with the forces you are up against. Because of the way things are now I do not want to give my name. Hang in there. This is all madness and you are on one of the rare islands of sanity, the knowing that you are in the right and you saw the times coming and tried to act against them. Much love to you, buddy.