Slouching Towards the Space Needle A few things I learned about my new home & myself at the October Seattle #NoKings March | #Antifa Our latest article is mostly a memoir piece and ostensibly a piece of casual reportage. It was good to be there, that's for sure.
"I had been wrongly imprisoned in King County Jail (or ‘incarcerated, pending investigation,’ depending on one’s perspective, but I’m pretty anti-cop, and so not inclined to give them the benefits of any doubts I don’t have) for six, straight days leading up to the last #NoKings protests in June, and, quite frankly, I — as a cunty, loudmouth, flamboyantly-ginger, queer trans-person — didn’t feel safe or empowered enough at the time to go right back out and face potentially-hostile cops again so soon after they had arbitrarily decided to detain me, and then, just as arbitrarily (it seemed to me), decided to let me go again." Excerpt from our latest article, entitled "Slouching Towards the Space Needle" on Medium
"My experience of the correctional officers at King County Jail was, in some ways, very typical of my prior interactions with, and judgments about, cops (cops are cops everywhere), but in other ways, it was the bizarrest, politest, leftiesist, hippiest incarceration I’ve ever suffered (and all the rest were in Texas, which probably isn’t typical in anything, except excesses). But cops are still cops, and, at the time of my brief incarceration, I, thinking they might send me back to Texas’s cops, who explicitly wanted me, went on a six-day hunger strike that no one took either any literal or figurative note of. Every time COs tried to serve me a meal, which they did every time and roughly twenty times, I would be flabbergasted, asking, ‘are you guys not writing this down? I haven’t ever eaten anything in here,’ (alluding to Persephone in the halls of Hades did not help) and every, single time, to a man, they were all just, like, ‘Goddamn, dude, that's just about the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard,’ to which I would reply, ‘It shouldn’t be weird at all! This is a county jail, and I’m on a hunger strike. Surely, that can’t be totally foreign to you…’ and then they’d just back away from my cell door, all shoulders-and-open-palms, like Michael Jordan after hitting six threes in the first half of Game 1 of the 1992 NBA Finals against the Portland Trail Blazers: ‘I don’t even know what to say, man.’"
Among other things, I covered my recent experience in #KingCounty #Jail & attempting a #hungerstrike in there so as not to be sent back to #Texas (which, hilariously, the #KCJ staff flat-out did not notice or acknowledge).
It's mostly on #NoKings #Seattle: kcookandcatsco.medium.com/slouching-to...
