In Pennington’s file, the “direct link" is his possession of an article published in the San Francisco Bay View, an African American newspaper with a circulation of around 15,000. The paper is approved for distribution in California prisons, and Pennington’s right to receive it is protected under state law. In the op-ed style article he had in his cell, titled “Guards confiscate ‘revolutionary’ materials at Pelican Bay,” a validated member of the Black Guerilla Family prison gang complains about the seizure of literature and pictures from his cell and accuses the prison of pursuing “racist policy.” In Pennington’s validation documents, the gang investigator contends that, by naming the confiscated materials, the author “communicates to associates of the BGF…as to which material needs to be studied.” No one alleges that Pennington ever attempted to contact the author. It is enough that he possessed the article.
The second piece of evidence was a cup Pennington had in his cell bearing a picture of a dragon, an image CDCR considers an “identifying symbol" of the Black Guerilla Family. The third was a notebook he kept, which the gang investigator alleges “shows his beliefs in the ideals of the BGF.” Its pages are filled with references to black history—Nat Turner, theScottsboro 9, the number of blacks executed between 1930 and 1969, and quotes from figures like W.E.B. Du Bois and Malcolm X. There are also passages in which Pennington ruminates at length on what he calls “the oppression and violence inflicted upon us here in maximum security,” referencing a Time exposé.
I know, I know, it’s hard to keep track of all my blogs
Luke and I were looking at Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights and discovered, much to our amusement, music written upon the posterior of one of the many tortured denizens of the rightmost panel of the painting which is intended to represent Hell. I decided to transcribe it into modern notation, assuming the second line of the staff is C, as is common for chants of this era.
so yes this is LITERALLY the 600-years-old butt song from hell
Uncle Stewart paid a visit on like day 10. He brought food over and made us sandwiches. They were Boca chicken burgers with cheese, hummus, avocado, and tomato. Stewart and I lived off of these in college. Liz napped while we ate them as I bounced Walter in one arm. Walter had already had some milk, so he was good.
Uncle Dave came through. They bonded over their long legs.
A different Victoria Johnson signed up for a Match.ca account with my email address so when I got the inevitable password reset message I logged in and fixed the grammar in her profile.
Sheroes of the modern age.
I thought Victoria Jackson for a minute, which gave the story an interesting added twist.
Hawaiian Blizzard Rules!