THE WAY OF THE WICKED


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Diabolical insight into
Truth amassed from a society
bound by the pledge of allegiance
to controlled capitalism
For Which It Stands.
One Nation Under God.
A powerful leader beats the drums of war
driven by deep depths of darkness
Pain is inflicted
Blood is shed
Tainting what’s left of a defected creation.
Savagery of the beast.
A parched desire desperate to
quench a thirst for greed
delivered by an oppressor
indifferent to human suffering
Overcome by opportunity to express wickedness.
Survival at the cost of blood from angels.
cries of the innocent go unheard
suppressed by political prevalence
The smell of burning flesh and singed hair
correlates with the dark black clouds of
The smoke screen.
Just another casualty.
Desperate rummaging through rubble
in search for a buried truth
unearths the corpse of its Nations secrets
hidden beneath the mourning of a loved one
From the river to the sea.
Deceived by the illusion of freedom.
Hate manifested into malicious manifestos
expressed through violence
Political parties ovulated in the womb of the world
oxidizing the air of oppression
Divided by a flag.
Separated by iron stripes and many broken stars.
The atrocities of war testify against
equal rights for people of color
when the Crimson street corners are crowded
with White men in Blue suits
Cultivated chaos.
Patronized patriotism.
veiled by indivisible
Liberty and Justice
For ALL.
Marino “Reno” Padilla
DIN# 10-B-2185
@JPay.com

A Child Trapped in the Boot of America

By Marino Padilla, An Incarcerated Affiliate of the IWW

My earliest memory of reading and writing was lost within a realm of Trauma induced disassociation.  Because the clarity of how I’ve come to read and write has become distorted, even beyond my own understanding, I can only speculate from this point on where, what, why and how my literacy developed and evolved.  

Like most children I learned the fundamentals like my ABC’s and 123’s from nursery rhymes and the teachers in school, but that was as far as my education went. I had ADHD and a learning disability because of the communication barriers my culture and community created for me. 

In my culture it was a weakness to ask for help or a handout. I was taught to figure things out on my own, which stopped me from learning to read and write. 

The children and I being raised in our poverty stricken community were taught by our elders the responsibility of work and the value of a “working man”. Education was not valued in my house. Education was important to the “privileged-people” with money, not “us”. It suffices to say, instead of adhering to the work ethics and value system my elders tried to implement, I rebelled and went against the grain. I simply refused to be trapped and confined in a social class that America designed to divide the black and the brown from the tan and the whites and the green from the rest. 

I viewed America as a human body consisting of upper , middle, and lower limbs coinciding with America’s social composition. America’s head represents the “upper-class”. Their function of the body is to “think”. This is where America’s ideas thoughts, strategizing and organizing comes from. This social class belongs to “White-America” or “The privileged”. It was established by America’s founding fathers to rule this great nation. 

America’s middle limbs represent its society’s “middle class” citizens. Their function of the body is to organize strategy to execute the upper class ideas and thoughts by being hands-on. 

This class was strategically created as a medium to convince its citizens that the lower class has nothing to do with race or systemic injustice because the middle class had white (“under privileged”) citizens that belonged to it as well.America’s foundation is considered the “lower limbs”. This social class is a cesspool of citizens, predominantly black and brown, living in poverty, known as “the boot”.

Their function of the body is to carry the weight of America. This social class is where my ancestors came from and where I was raised.  I was trapped in America’s boot against my will, which ultimately led to my rebellion and my illiteracy.

This lead me into my journey of trying to escape from this boot I’m trapped in. I entered into a criminal lifestyle, which eventually led to my incarceration, where I began to travel the road to literacy and ultimately learned to not only read and write, but earn a seat in a college prison education program (cpep) classroom. 

Once in prison I met my first mentor “c-Allah”.  

C-Allah had been incarcerated 25 years by the time I met him. He was someone I looked up to and trusted. One day he gave me a book to read, “48 Laws of Power” by Robert Green, and told me to write a book report. I was immediately embarrassed and felt like a loser for not being able to read nor write. I shamefully told him that I could not read nor write. C-Allah commended me on my courage to admit that I couldn’t read or write and he encouraged me by explaining that he was going to teach me not only to read and write, but the value of reading and writing. 

In that Instance, something inside me changed. I don’t know if it was the sincerity of his words or the genuine love he spoke from that liberated me from my childhood perceptions around literacy and allowing help from others. It was in that moment that I decided to double down and confront the stigma and literacy barriers created by my social status in a country that promises liberty for all. 

Because of the prison environment it was struggle after struggle and challenge after challenge learning how to read and write. The hostility of my surroundings demanded my undivided attention at all times. My progress was normally stagnated, and I was set back more often than not. C-Allah’s resilience and zeal to teach me the value of reading and writing is what kept me focused.  

After nine brutal months of being mentored, I was sent to solitary confinement for six months. In those six months I learned so much about myself and I utilized the solitude to focus primarily on my studies. I finally finished my first book “Rich Dad, Poor Dad”, by Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon L. Lechter. 

At this point in my journey, I finally understood what C-Allah meant about the value of education and literacy. I now realized that education and literacy is a tool that can be used to uplift me from the stigma of my upbringing and value system. “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” opened my mind to allow what I learned from C-Allah to take action in my life. I finally understood that “knowledge is power but without application, it is just information”. ~unknown. That book set me on my journey of Journaling, which later became my number one outlet to channel my feelings through. Journaling allowed me to capture how I think and how I felt at moments I didn’t know how to express otherwise. 

When I feel like giving up on my academics, I think back to that child who was just a product of his environment when I entered this prison industrial complex at the tender age of 17. I had to accept C-Allah’s help to shift away from my childhood perceptions and learn the true value and importance of education. 

From the time I learned to read and write, I fell in love with words and literacy. Now I paint my world with words and I cannot get enough of reading and writing. Pen, paper, and a good book has gotten me through several years of solitary confinement and through the darkest times of my life. Sharing my writings with people has had a positive impact on my life, because it has allowed me to connect to people’s pain, their happiness, and their story. Through reading self help books and thousands of books of substance, I’ve come to be the author of my own story, with the realization that I am th only person that can free that poor child trapped in the bottom of America’s boot. 

-Reno 2023 

“Knowledge is power, but without application it is just information.” -Unknown

Immigrant Rights Are Workers Rights

by Jacob Morrison (originally published in the Industrial Worker

An FW from the newly-formed Huntsville GMB gives a speech about immigrant worker’s rights.

Tonight I want to connect the absence of protections for workers both here and abroad with the concentration camps currently being run at our border. I think by the end you will see that this is part of a long history of our country terrorizing workers domestically and internationally in the service of capital interests and to the detriment of workers everywhere — and that includes US-born workers.

What is important to note about these concentration camps is that they are only one link in a chain of exploitation. In These Times ran a cover story on immigration by Brianna Rennix a while back, and she summed this chain up nicely:

“The United States pays Mexico to stop some people before they get to the border, then menaces and detains the subset that U.S. Border Patrol apprehends in the act of crossing, and then sends Immigration and Customs Enforcement to round up and deport some of those who get through. These brutal policies keep the unofficial workforce stable, at around 8 million over the past 10 years, and keep undocumented and guest workers fearful.”

But even this is only part of the story — it’s worth asking, why are so many coming? Why are the nations of the global south in such disarray? The United States has her part to play in this too. Time after time below our southern border, the people of a country will elect a leader to represent their interests on the world stage and resist exploitation by imperial powers. As you can imagine, this does not sit well with the imperial powers. So the United States has aided myriad military coups in some way or another to overthrow democratically elected leaders and install right wing fascistic yes-men for capital. This is invariably followed by political repression, the economic destruction of the country, a rolling back of workers protections and social services.

In 1964 the CIA supported a coup in Brazil that sparked 20 years of brutal military dictatorship, a dictatorship that the current president of Brazil was a part of and remembers fondly. It’s worth mentioning— in 1970 the US supported the takeover of Chile by military dictator Augusto Pinochet, a ruler infamous for his brutality and whose name has recently been invoked positively by right wing talk personalities. In 2009, a violent coup of the Honduran government led to the wholesale slaughter of union organizers, journalists, and political opponents. The United States were not supporting the union organizers.

This is only a small sample. There is a long history behind why people are fleeing these places — and this history is largely caused by the United States, because our government wanted southern neighbors more subservient to capital.

This is one of the fundamental injustices of our immigration system. So many of these people wouldn’t even be here but for the destruction of their country by ours, and then our leaders have the nerve to pull up the ladder that their own ancestors used. It so greatly illustrates the fundamental sociopathy and lack of human empathy by our ruling class. Not only do they destroy countries for their own selfish wants but then they pay governments to terrorize people fleeing these places so the ones that get here are so brutalized they won’t fight exploitation

Know that they want to divide us up so they can better exploit all of us.

And then once they get here they’re still not safe. They face tyranny from the government and they face marginalization from a public that’s been fed a steady media diet of nativist propaganda created by the billionaire class.

We must remember the elites are not simply benevolently advising the working class on the most efficient means by which to extract higher wages from them. They have created a calculated propaganda campaign and, unfortunately thus far, quite a successful one, meant to divide us up, to make immigrant workers fearful of violent deportation and fearful of their employers and fellow workers, meant to push us to point our anger towards each other instead of locking arms and looking up to where the source of our problem really lies.

Because while it is true that migrant workers can sometimes drive down wages — though it is important to note that the extent to which this happens is blown far out of proportion — and this downward pressure is not from migrants but from the boss exploiting the migrants, this downward pressure on wages is absolutely dwarfed when we compare them to the downward pressure created by having a divided and unorganized working class. States where union membership is the strongest have much higher wages than places like Alabama, where people are only unionized in the single digit percents. In fact, some countries have unionization rates of 80 percent or more and in these countries they have no need of a minimum wage because they can secure higher wages for themselves than a paternalistic government edict could ever provide. Fast food workers, unionized in other countries, make more than $20 an hour. There are skilled tradesman here in America that make less than that because we are unorganized.

That’s the point here. The problem with stagnant wages among US-born workers is not immigration. It is because we aren’t organizedand we aren’t organized to a large extent because we have allowed the elites to divide us up.

The IWW, seeing through the propaganda and steadfast in their dedication to solidarity, was the only major labor organization to come out in opposition to restrictions on immigration as they were first being proposed and has remained steadfast in its dedication to the rights of all workers, born on this side of the line or that. It has continued on this ideological path that we can see clearly laid out by an IWW founder and national political figure Eugene Debs in his letter disapproving of one of the first restrictions on immigration:

“The plea that certain races are to be excluded because of tactical expediency should have no place in a proletariat gathering under the auspices of an international movement calling on the oppressed and exploited workers of the world to unite for their emancipation. Away with the “tactics” which require the exclusion of the oppressed and suffering slaves who seek these shores with hopes of bettering their wretched condition… These poor slaves have just as good a right to enter here as those who seek to exclude them…Upon this vital principle I would take my stand against the world and no specious arguments of subtle and sophistical defenders of the civic federation unionism, who do not hesitate to sacrifice principle for numbers and jeopardize ultimate success for immediate gain, could move me to turn my back upon the brutalized and despairing victims of the old world, who are lured to these shores by some faint glimmer of hope that here their crushing burdens may be lightened, and some start of promise rise in their darkened sky.”

We must not allow the monied elites to continue dividing the working class, rather we must begin the work of uniting ourselves in solidarity with each other and in opposition to the tricks of the elite and limitations on migratory rights. The amount of wealth that’s been redistributed upwards because of the criminalization of migration and the division of the working class is likely incalculable. You have far more in common with the Honduran, Guatemalan, Mexican, and Syrian immigrants, asylum seekers, and refugees than you ever will with the Koch brothers or Betsy Devos. Know that they want to divide us up so that they can better exploit all of us. Know that this has been the trick of the elites forever because they’ve always known that a divided working class is one that cannot resist their exploitation. If we affirm not only the political and workplace rights of immigrants but their basic right to live here in the United States (in fact we cannot effectively do one without the other), their lives will obviously be better but it will be good for the whole body of the working class. Without fear of violent deportation and concentration camps, without fear or retribution for their existence, we can embolden our immigrant brothers and sisters to rise up against their workplace exploitation and assert their rights to the full fruits of their labor, to assert their rights to dignity and respect.

We can link arms with the entirety of the working class and say together in one voice that we know our worth and none of us are getting it. This is how we improve the conditions of American workers, not by turning them on foreigners residing in this land but by connecting us all in solidarity and moving forward towards a brighter future together.

Immigrant rights are workers rights. Workers rights are immigrant rights.

Solidarity forever, fellow workers.

WHEN MANAGEMENT PLAYS NICE – AND THEIR BOSS UNION BUSTS

Originally published on Workers Stories. A site ran by the West Virginia IWW.

I used to work at Sheetz when I was in college. For those of you who don’t know, Sheetz is a gas station that sells food, but their marketing scheme tried to change the dynamics of that into a fast food location that also happened to sell gas, candy, and made-to-order drinks. Sheetz was one of the better jobs you could get in my town because they paid a few bucks higher than minimum wage and according to my friends who worked there at the time, scheduling was better. Only problem was that they made you take a drug test.

That was my entry into the humiliation that was working at Sheetz.

I don’t do drugs, so I didn’t worry about the drug test because I had something to hide. I didn’t like waiting at a drug-testing agency, inside a shopping mall, with everyone walking by and looking at me thinking I was getting drug tested because I had done something wrong. The woman who worked there snatched the paper report out of my hands, gave me a small plastic cup, and pointed to the door. Stupidly, I had gone to the bathroom before I left home, so I had to wait even longer, much to the anger of the woman who worked there. I remember drinking TONS of water from the water cooler hoping to pee faster, but even then, it took me at least an hour. Worst of all, I couldn’t leave the location once I got there – it was their policy, to prevent people from trying to sneak in someone else’s urine. All of this for a job that paid around $10/hour.

After that debacle had ended, we had to go through our mandatory training session. I actually liked these because I could sit and pretend to do work without actually having to do any actual work. I sat at a computer, going through training modules (slowly), answering questions while others around me made fries, or burgers, or hot dogs, or salads, or coffee, or cleaned. I knew it was something I was going to have to do soon enough, and for someone new to this type of work, it seemed daunting. But I remember going through the computer questions and seeing a section on why Sheetz discouraged unions. It’s the typical corporate, union-busting strategy but I had never seen it before. Basically, Sheetz calculated that they would lose less money by paying slightly higher than competitors and discouraging unionization that they would paying minimum wage and being known as a union-busting workplace. You shouldn’t join a union, according to Sheetz, because they can pay you more than other similar jobs and the atmosphere is supposed to be “cooler” or “hipper,” so why would you need a union?

The other thing that Sheetz had done was to make the workers feel as though they had it better than management. Workers got an unpaid, half-hour lunch break and no matter how bad the rush was, we could sit and enjoy our lunch break uninterrupted. Most of us would eat in our cars so we didn’t have to deal with the smell of that place during lunch, too, watching Netflix or something on our phones. It was a good time to relax before having to head back to a job we all hated. Management, however, only got a fifteen minute break and they had to have their headset on at all times, so if something happened and they needed to stop eating to deal with it, they did. Workers at our store felt sorry for our head manager, who had done a good enough job at being humorous, deferential, and overall respectful to us. We saw him go back to work after just starting his lunch, going back to eat some (by then) cold soup quickly, and returning to work his twelve-hour shift (5 days a week).

Since many of us were in college at the time, seeing how management was treated by their higher ups made us feel grateful that when we graduated, we would (hopefully) not have to endure that type of job for the rest of our lives. Maybe that was their plan all along? Make life harder on middle management, make the college kids feel special by comparison, and then discourage unionization because we saw this as a temporary job.

I remember getting berated by one of our customers for putting the toilet paper in the slot incorrectly. He got in my face, yelling at me angrily, telling me how dumb I was that I couldn’t follow a simple command. Our store’s beloved manager came by and helped me out. He told the customer to leave if he didn’t stop yelling, and that made him stop.

Another time, I was cleaning up some nastiness in the bathroom that was reported to us (I’ll spare you the details) and throughout that day, our head manager would radio in to us and jokingly say, “Welcome to Shitz, I mean, Sheetz,” to make light of an otherwise disgusting situation.

We didn’t see our manager as our boss. We saw him as someone only slightly older than us who happened to give us a paycheck, but who was an otherwise good guy. We were sad to see how little time he had to himself during the day, especially during his lunch. It was really a good strategy on the part of Sheetz corporate office. When you don’t see your manager as your boss, when you sympathize with their plight because of how crummy their conditions are because of their boss, you lose your sense of solidarity with one another.

They probably never even needed that anti-union bit in their video. That was never on our radar. Sheetz had already done enough ground work to prevent union talk at the interpersonal level.