They did not wash laundry last week again. I need another round of antibiotics; I have a terrible sore throat right now.
I am sick to death of this filthy place. I am in a new dorm. This dorm previously housed the females – they also had a lice outbreak. I feel them all over me at the moment – I don’t even know if this is lice – I see nothing, but I feel them.
When Thomas Jefferson said “Give me liberty or give me death,” he was NOT suicidal, and neither am I. Quite to the contrary: Give Me Life! Let Me Live! My pursuit of happiness is literal: www.SyrianRue.org/happy
Fasting is a religious right and a spiritual discipline. It never leads to death – rather, it leads to better health. I will not put my life in jeopardy – at 20 days, I was never close to putting my life in jeopardy.
Brother, the idea of a hunger strike is lifting my spirits – it is literally my last recourse to this injustice. I despise the thought of just rotting away in this filthy, disease-infested jail while I hold hope and prayers for my next court date – currently over a month away.
Administration may claim that I am suicidal in order to punish me with medical isolation. They may even forbid me clothes with which they claim I might hang or choke myself. Please do not allow them to do this!
Give me life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness – don’t give me death. This place is killing me. I am anxious to experience the spiritual clarity I remember setting in after 15 days or so – maybe I will go further than before. This is about more than myself.