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Solidarity with
anardnist prisoner
Fric King
Compiled by Causerie Publishing
in August 2015 using
information from:
supporterickingwordpress.com

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Eric King, a vegan anarchist, was arrested and charged
with an attempted firebombing of a government official’s
office in Kansas, MO in September 2014. He is currently being
held on 4 federal felony charges. The state alleges that he
threw a hammer through a window of a government building
and then threw molotov cocktails, which failed to ignite. He
is being housed in the Corrections Corporation of America’s
Leavenworth Detention Center.

For the first 7 months of his pre-trial detention he was
denied vegan food inside the prison. With the help of comrades
both inside and out he was able to win access to a vegan diet.
Along with this fight there has been a struggle to recieve
adequate medical care for a potentially serious condtion. This
will remain a battle for him, especially with his classification
while at CCA Leavenworth. In July, marking his 6th month
in solitary confinement, there was a hearing to determine his
housing status where the prison deided that he will remain in
solitary for the rest of his time at CCA Leavenworth.

As of this writing, his federal trial has been set for
October 10th, 2015.

We put this pamphet together, not as people working
directly on Eric's solidarity campaign, but as individuals
interested in spreading information about this, and other
cases of state repression. The information and texts have
been gleaned mostly off of his support site and materials. The
charges Eric is facing are serious and the outcome of this trial
could steal 30 years of his life on the outside. The state’s attack
on him does not just effect his closest supporters, but all of us
who wish to fight against domination.

Below are a few ways that you can help Eric, we hope
you understand that there are many more that do not fit on
pieces of paper.

Eric King
27090045

CCA Leavenworth

100 Highway Terrace
Leavenworth, KS 66048

Envelopes with mail must include the his full name and
number. He may receive photographs, but they must not show
any nudity, penetration, crime, gang signs, drugs or drug usage.
Polaroids are acceptable as long as they are not damaged and/
or concealing any contraband. Stamps, blank paper, envelopes,
blank cards, self-addressed envelopes, calling cards, credit
cards, stickers of any kind, cards with sound and fake cash are
not accepted and should not be mailed in.

Publications must be sent directly from a nationally
recognized publisher or book store and must be accompanied
by receipts. No used books or magazines are allowed. No more
than three books and/or magazines many be received in any
one shipment. Please remember Eric is pre-trial o do not ask
him questions about his case or his charges.

For more information and all updates
please check out:
supportericking.wordpress.com
Fom Behind Enemy Lines:
Statement From Eric King
october 5th, 2014

My name is Eric. I've been an anarchist since about the
age of 17; of course developing and maturing my views as I
have grown. I am very active in the LGBQT, Earth, Animal,
Antifa and other communities. I have organized Food Not
Bombs, rallies against the Klan, and many others in support
of human rights, anti-capitalism, animal rights, etc! I am an
insurrectionist now. I believe that revolution starts in our own
minds and once you are personally ready, then everyone has
something they can do.

I value and support the solidarity and comradery

received from the community now when I need it most. There

is a warm feeling you get from knowing that you committed

your life to something larger than yourself and getting warm

wishes, kindness, and positive words which can really help

someone out of a dark day. I am getting indicted this week and

hopefully will be cutside sooner or later. Books, stamp money,

envelope money and letters would be greatly appreciated

if your able and if not keep up the struggle. With love and
support, EK (&) (///)

Eric King

27090045

CCA Leavenworth

100 Highway Terrace

Leavenworth, KS 66048
Q Wwod from eric kim%
december 12th, 20

I endure my sorrows with my convictions which are
stronger than all of this human vileness” That quote by
revolutionary Spaniard Durruti sums up my current existence.
Prisonis a disgusting place meant to destroy hope and facilitate
despair. Thankfully I find myself comforted knowing that to
be a fighter is to suffer the consequences of revolutionary
action, and to cowar as soon as things begin to suffer s to lose
track of what matters most. There is no shame in being locked
down for my alleged crimes. The state at every level has been
complicit to the destruction of the poor working class both at
home and abroad. American workers have forgotten that their
time is precious, their labour glorious. So long have wages and
benefits been cut, so long have the lower class been villonized
that many forget that they are not “soon to be millionaires” but
rather horribly exploited. Classism in the states is manifested
by the rich and drilled into all of our brains until instead of
disgust against a society that allows its brothers and sisters to
toil for 7 an hour, we have disgust for the people doing those
jobs! How backwards.

My life goal even back to the early priestly days has
been to fight for the poor and exploited: both by fighting
against classism, racism, sexism and all oppression. I have
witnessed the state at the highest federal level down to the
lowest meaningless commission act in compliance with
corporate desires against humans, nonhuman animals and the
environment. To ignore these actions is to put your own boot
on the throat of the oppressed. So I await my trial for allegedly
fighting against that which has always and will always use its
tools to silence dissent and manipulate the masses. To fight
against this government is to do the most honorable thing a
human can do, to sacrifice what you can, when you can.

Istand behind the comrades in Ferguson, that they may
accomplish the great deed of social revolution over a system
of decades old institutionalized bigotry, and with the anti-
government protesters in Mexico, standing up against the US
backed government ran on violence and corruption. My only
regret is that I am not able to join in those battles. For me
my fight is on the inside now. Overcoming torturous solitary
conditions and stimulation isolation. 1 take great solidarity
from those who have came before me in this struggle and those
who continue to show me love and remind me what this fight
is for.

Please continue to support the causes that fight for
dignity and empowerment of the oppressed and exploited
over profit. Please support those who saw injustice and could
no longer continue to struggle in a non-confrontational form,
whose hearts had seen enough suffering to have to defend
and lash out in the only ways they knew how. Thank you to
everyone who has sent a letter, funds, books, posted on a
website or shown support in anyway. Times like these you find
out who your real friends are and what love really means. My
spirit wont weaken, 20 years or 1 year, L will continue to give all
Ihave for the liberation movement I cherish more than life. No
gods, no masters, no justice, no peac:

Keep up the fight,
in deepest solidarity

Eric King (&) (/) (V)
NO STEPS BACK!
a poem from eric
march 2015

Iean still see it there, under the haze of the street light,
No one in the world but me and this street sign,

Been walking so long my feet got engaged to the pavement,
My rubbery legs must stop. I am sleeping at 31t & Charolette,
1¢s too perfect for a roof. Il wear the stars as a blanket,
Brown eyes heavier than her words, I shoulda been stronger,
All I need is one good sleep, it can't hurt forever,

Two blocks down the road the now or later black power memorial
two shots up the road, we'll be having another funeral
Sirens sing me to sleep. | have nothing to be robbed of,

In the morning Il be back where I god damn started comrades
only to have ice to eat, I'm anxious enough & too skinny, feeling

starving & weak. Will try the market dumpster this evening
cops half when they drive past, “damn hobo drunkard”
Iknow i I was black I'd probably exist no longer.
Guess I could try the collective. Worth a shot I reckon they still
haven't forgiven me for trying to be Texan.
My legs are still but my mind is a rollar coaster in motion,
Could try the eat spot they never mind seeing me coming,
Tonight s nice to reconnect with the gravel that holds me,
Ilet someone into deep despite everything my ethics told me,
Charolette was my grandmothers name, oh how she'd scold me
Il box with the shadows until 1 beat down the memory,

My life is an explosion in reverse, some how that's soothing.”

~Eric King (V) (//) (&)
the view outside
oorl 2015

Blueberry colored lights, sky descending
tilting my head up, the universe presents itself
one more graceful night, dreams of worlds beyond
Did I see a shooting star, outside my wall?
No, it was a search-light echoing the violence
reflective glares blind so harmoniously
off the razor wire, gently withing my reach
steel asserts its might as it resurrects from hell
to gain an air of freedom, to stand coffin deep
doors shriek in tune, to keep me in, or keep “them out’?
All my dreams of peace have deceived me
Recreation in a cage, I have become a beast
10,00 volts is so cooley welcoming
the sparks they purr at me
Like a high I've never known, one touch & you're hooked
stars run away, lest they be captured & sentenced
Prisoners in a war, did I ever enlist in?
Shine mimics beauty & holds a cold stare
shine entombs deadly, should you forget
uniforms may change but society will ensure
‘That you will never, be free from this burden

~Eric King (V) (//) (B)
demands won for a vegan dief
ool 25th, 2015

eric wrote this poem when on hungerstrike demanding the
prison give him access to a vegan diet

Withholding food from my brain
they attempt to starve
revolutionary minds
Twill eat
fueling on solidarity
surviving on truth
the words they oppress
desserts of abuse
which they indulge
will make their stomachs
a larger target
steal my food

you will not steal my cause
on infrospedtion

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If this is my home, it feels broken into
where's my warm welcome?
the family before was beaten and evicted
hard to settle in, hard to get cozy
if this is my home, who's misplaced my dishes
the silverware is tarnished and rusted
shelves sit empty, books besieged
why are there bars on the windows
and empty bottles in the bin
this isn't mine
tear this house down

Its getting harder to recognize myself, and it isn't only
because of the unkempt facial hair mess or the longer-than-
comfortable-but-fuck-it mop on top. Every day I evaluate than
re-evaluate my stances, beliefs and passions. Nothing else
to do in here really. Sometimes I get so bored with myself
that I force my brain to shut off, other times my views are so
splendidly revolutionary that I swear I will remember them so
no need to write them down. Fool. 'm no longer the bubbly
jokester or even the positive morale booster, it hasn't even
been a year yet. Or maybe I am and just don't have anyone to
joke with. I steadily keep turning further and further inward,
caring less and less about the outside world, minus a select
few people and places. Thus I can see how the outside world
views prison/prisoners. Not even out of sight out of mind,
more; never in sight blinded to sight. Al the more miraculous
that there is still some who actually do give more than just
predisposed mime concerns towards the plight of prisoners.
The amount of true despair, pain, disillusionment,
confusion & rage behind these walls is earth shaking, and this
is just a federal holding facility! The horrors that await inside
county, state & federal prisons is a nightmare that society
denies its having, a monster it continually sweeps under the
bed hoping the kids never hide under there. Its a pirate’s
treasure chest filled with forgotten and abandoned souls who
have been shown no other way to survive than through violence.
We tell kids to listen to the police, the good guys. So when our
kids pull guns and fire hopeless and senselessly into another,
should we not award them with badges and promotions, like
they've seen their role models receive? How can we expect to
stop things like rape when we teach boys that they’re strong
and in control and that girls exist just for sex, then use the
media to instill that same worthlessness into young girls so
much that they're brainwashed to believe it? I don't recognize
myself anymore because I used to love calling girls babe &
bitch because “It’s a term of endearment” I would lie to myself.
I had no problem telling someone to “quit being a fag” using
the Eminem definition of detachment. I used to buy Nike
shoes buy plain black tees, buy fucking everything to form an
identity, never made anything though, especially an impact.
Consumer tool, like everyone else. “I'm different” I would say
to myself, railing molly off the bathroom counter at a hipster
bar “I talk politics while fucked up, I see this is wrong I am
just doing it ironically”” moronically more like. Everyone loves
being a weekend warrior, showing up for the rally or protest,
fuck up some nazis’ or a brick through a window or two. Then
race home to brag about it on tablets and social media. The
reason I don't recognize myself much these years is because
back then I didn't have a personality of my own. Like many
I just reflected back on what I thought about being morally,
socially & class conscious meant “am I doing it right?” When
you look in the mirror and the thing opposite you is ashamed
to look back, or too high, it's time to re-evaluate yourself and
doit quick. I am proud of who I was before my arrest and now
after. The mental, social and physical changes I began making
years ago were beginning to manifest. Was I still a tad too
emotional? Probably. Was I still a hypocrite? Its a human
paradox. But my everyday life had evolved, my relationship
with oppressive personality traits have matured, the way I was
living was my views actualized, put into action. That felt good,
real good. Everyone can benefit from some hard evolution.
Calling yourself out is hard, yet rewarding, like most difficult
things. Nothing feels better though than knowing you were
living life the way YOU wanted instead of living the way you
thought you should. Lots of improving. Having people around
who share ideas, visions of the future, and affinity in reality and
not just the obscure ideas, helps make me more honest, more
introspective and more happy.

Eric King (&) (///) (V)
NO STEPS BACK!
baftle fested

This poem was written in solidarity with the Baltimore rebels

They couldn’t take the heat
egos as fragile as their power structure
bones break, convictions never
they think the lions been put down
more thorn in the paw
they strike what they fear
murderers and brutes, for our safety
our skulls are crunched
you are not the victim
You are a revolutionary
battle tested joining good company
confused pig bastards
forgot that you're the shark
and the blood s in the water
their violence validates further
the struggle that forces the beast
to view its true self
reflections of hatred and spite
battle tested, keep holding that mirror
poem obout darkness

june 1, 2015

This poem was written by Eric in solidarity with all of the
long-term eco, anarchist and trans prisoners, it was inspired
by his solitary confinement experience.

Imay never open these eyes again
who knows maybe I'm already dead
three inches of sunlight sure feels nice
when the sun goes
50 domy eyes
traces on the walls shifting
can't tell if I am falling or lifting
no reading
no thinking
thoughts of a vacation underground
always mad, always broken
is this actually happening
or did something snap
one phone call a day
drags me out of this cellar
what if tomorrow it doesn’t
break this darkness
un-fifled poem

june 2015

There’s more to life than Judgements
And gavels
Dogmas and logos, division and
Squalor
There’s more to love than ego & control
Connections between beating hearts
And the rain that feeds the soil.
Existence is observance
And love can mean just learning
Either we let go or we grow
-EK
a poem cbout freedom
june 2015

One day the water that feeds
the grass
Will wash away the stain
of captivity off me
The clouds will open their arms in a
Warm embrace
Years of hurt and abstract existence
will be wiped clean
I can't smell freedom but one day
we all might
Days can't be bought on the free market
But they can be stolen at gun point
Trees can't grow in a day, but we clean
out forests in mutilating seconds..
One day the water that feeds the world
will purify my soul

-EK