It Ain't Fair, John Sinclair

What happens when you wake up one morning to discover there has been bars put up all around your life? Secretly, and silently, someone you had depended on for years was working on a prison. The most horrible thing about this incarceration is that it was designed specific to you. So you walk around testing the walls to see what they are made of. Fear, manipulation and popular opinion are the mortar that keep the indestructible bars in place. The bars themselves have a reflective material on them so that you cannot see it from far away, and if you do ever happen to recognize it, all that you will see is your own face to blame. But you are not alone. As you begin to see your prison remember, that others are being built all the time. If you were to read John Stuart Mill you could see that he was warning us all along "and speaking generally, it is not, in constitutional countries, to be apprehended that the government, whether completely responsible to the people or not, will often attempt to control the expression of opinion, except when in doing so it makes itself the organ of the general intolerance of the public". This prison is not okay. Surveillance on every street corner is not okay. Being made to believe that if you question authority, you are a threat is not okay, "for the majority of the eminent men of every past generation held many opinions now known to be erroneous, and did or approved numerous things which no one will now justify'. I know, I know, this may be all in my mind. This fantasy world of individual prisons. Perhaps. Why don't you call the whitehouse and ask them? Oh, and don't forget to describe yourself, so that the van will have no problem recognizing you.

Your Neighborhood Prison Watch,
John Sinclair