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the same prisoner, written on 25 August. It's early morn, The screws just took out my mattress and blankets for the beginning of another three days c.c. (cell This means without bed, blankets, associ ation with other people, no shop, papers, TV, radio or the wearing of leisure clothing.
This is a real farce since I've been on over 14 months. The first man on ine banset corers mis as ycar mark next month.
SETTE fact comrades and have поваше нан торие, споср-а blanket which keeps us from being completely naked.
I know voices of men yer l've Wedon't HCTEESCENWIEI LOUS know what it feels like to get exercise outside these pits we now exist in, or ieel the sun or wind on our faces.
this deprivation and extreme inhumanity? Becaus: the GOVERCHI decided to criminalise a strug gle which has been waged for over live hundred years - the localisation and criainalisation of the Republican Movement now Brirain's last ascerupt 10 socialist republican surugglein Ireland.
The SCARE UP 01 001 prison struggle live months ago was an attempt to let the people Socialist Challenge 28 September 1978 Prisoner's dramatic account THE LABOUR Government does its best to hush up what is happening to the Irish prisoners in H Block, This is understandable. All the talk from Callaghan and Owen about human rights" is so much cant in the light of the horrific treatment inflicted on these > Two months ago, in our issue of 6 July, we printed a letter from inside H Block which had been sent on to us by a supporter. Here we publish a further letter from know actually happening lo us here in the H Blocks and demand political status.
Since then our deprivation days has gone beyond all imagination. The one letter per month which was permitted now never 1E1% had reaches us or, if it does.
The only other thing we had were toothbrushes and sometunes toothpaste. took those last week, or the wcek before.
Keeping check on time is difficult for men nothing but if it is dark or bright, morning COTT ME 1am a lucky man in that I was have accumulated some sheets of toilet paper on which to write our and this makeshift pen held in one piece with pieces of the blanket. believe me.
walls Well they covered grey, all dark and grimy maggots, breeds and colours. the light which small, noisy blue around like lightning.
Many longer.
These are luxuries, only they cat the remains.
find about twenty too revolted and tried to sleep again.
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The stench of Seat the slop they call food.
They La relative because you won't THE FIRST with panic. described as a pit. The celling, and door are and advert talk brote black, brown, had left There is an army of insects, flies of differen SHARED Big and We've quiet jumpy ones which bounce HES LE dreams, so many I just don't kill them history To behonest, and this sbould sound funny, and it would be it it wasn't true, If you kil one there are bundreds at the wake, Tawokethe other morning to For more stood maggots on my blanket. I was For shocked panic, 1 merely shook them off I believe my (when I keep of - my referring to myself, L really mean everybody because 1 ams one man and there are over 300 of us I believe) senses are strained beyond their normal When the noise here gets so CIE irritates against aggravales 1 switch off, or opposite. The silence can be even Jouder, if you can understand, and racks leaving one aggressive or scared urine, excre unwashed bodies and waste food leaves one breathless at times. Other times just sick and thea sou are unaile to are really crushais to conform. I've hear the Governor and screws come and tell my faceless friends tha:
- father, brother or someone else — has died and again later board them return lo say that the request for parole toallend the funeral was denied contars.
I saw the bodies of two oiler friends (chrough a crack in the side of my door lying on the ground surrounded by to less For eight screws all kicking and beating them with weekend 1 heard my friends scream It came as no surprise when 1 heard one spent a period in hospital.
And strange as it may seem, along with the great fear 1 felt future inside. 1 also died a thousand times hecause 1 was unable to share their burden Understand, these are Friends Pre met only here and in strife. Who I've spoken with through the hollow pipes which run through every cell at the UDR.
the shared visions, sadness and joy: taught cach other our native tongue long since stolen and conditioned out of our fer DOORS DY BEL enemy who once again tries to crush us. So when they hurt one, they hurt all night E was 1 recall the awakened by the force of a naked my cell Blankets and mattress all ankle deep in water. There is nothing eise to wer. We have no beds, tables, lockers or such things.
I stood far some time listening lo the shocked anguish comrades they received the same treatment. J just started laughing, is was either that or cry my cyes out.
Then I started singing, not as every a sign of bravado, 1 think the singing was my nerves and my bund screaming for the madness and brutality of the system.
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Terror stri WHY NOT SUBSCAME? from SWD, PO Box B2, Landon, E2. in | Northern Ireland. The march crush and maim. The system we Fight in here wants one thing. our total subservience; in short asy comrades and 1 to deny our LUE They will never beat us and again that's not bravado. 1 state politica prisoners captured while fighting against British imperialism.
On our streets there is occupying army supported by their lackeys, the RUC, SB, coucts (special), laws speciah, all geared for a special setuation.
We bere in the H Blocks are end results. Political prisoners. The fucks speak for themselves. While you read this our struggle continues.
Show this to someone. Ask them to tell their neighhours what is happening here. What is any done to us Tell the people in your country their covernment does 15 in ei name.
CONDONES Their silence supports it condones it. Ask them to speak out, protest, write about it, do something on our behalf.
I just don't have enough room or paper to tell you hall the things that happen here. I jost quickly read over what I've written. I don't believe those things myself yet they napper day and will continue comrades out of the other wing oh beaten up and taxen to thi punishment cells. one with a badly cut esc, both bruised.
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