An Old Letter from Eric McDavid

Needing to land ashore & rocky shoals at low tide revealing no beach head, the search for a harbor elsewhere must ensue…

Upon reflection I noticed how procedure and policy had removed the humyn element in how the jail handled hunger strikes (as much as there was one in the first place), how my hospitalization was becoming unavoidable (irking at my ‘just say no’ instincts to Western “medicine”), & most important of all, something’s not feeling right in the direction I was moving.  These relations have brought me to the point where I’ve decided to no longer protest in this fashion; in the Spring of ’06 it brought forth growth, seems like the soils of Fall ’07 may require a different type of seed.  I also fully acknowledge that some cycles are meant for others to complete, but I still have some time left within these walls.  My intent was to be treated humanely in an inhumane system, perhaps that was my mistake.  Oh well, live, learn, adapt, think about it, think about it again, & give it one more go (emphasis on the adapt bit)…