Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Inevitability

The language of inevitability is the language of empire.  Whenever we hear "We have no choice," our ears should perk up.  It is precisely the strategy of the empire to take our imagination captive so that we think we have no choice.  When a certain lifestyle seems inescapable, you need to realize that you are imprisoned.

Brian Walsh & Sylvia KeesmaatColossians Remixed

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Imprisonment


I lost all feeling of my own identity.  I reflected on the desolation of poverty, of destitution, of sickness and sin.  That I would be free after thirty days meant nothing to me.  I would never be free again, never free when I knew that behind bars all over the world there were women and men, young girls and boys, suffering constraint, punishment, isolation and hardship for crimes of which all of us were guilty.  The mother who had murdered her child, the drug addict--who were the mad and who the sane?  Why were prostitutes prosecuted in some cases and in others respected and fawned on?  People sold themselves for jobs, for the pay check, and if they only received a high enough price, they were honored.  If their cheating, their theft, their lie, were of colossal proportions, if it were successful, they met with praise, not blame.  Why were some caught, not others?  Why were some termed criminals and others good businessmen?

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Prison and Advent

Life in a prison cell may well be compared to Advent; one waits, hopes, and does this, that, or the other--things that are really of no consequence--the door is shut and can be opened only from the outside.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer from Tegel Prison: November 21, 1943 - To Eberhard Bethge

Letters and Papers from Prison by Dietrich Bonhoeffer