Author: mopress

Dear Friends:

Enclosed is the first of a 2 part letter written by Ramsey Muniz. We recently learned that his custody level merits a placement in a camp or Federal Correctional Institution, yet he finds himself in a maximum security penitentiary. Again we thank the members of LULAC and the American GI Forum for their kindness, compassion, and support, which comes at a most crucial time.–Irma L. Muniz

5/26/06
Lock/down

I Know That I’m Innocent

Infinite pain: for the pain of imprisonment is the harshest, most devastating pain, murdering this mind, searching the soul, leaving marks on the heart that will never be erased.
The pain of bearing chains and shackles on your body is born from a lump of iron and quickly sweeps away this mysterious world that agitates every heart; it grows, feeding on every shadowy sorrow, and finally it overflows, swollen by my scalding tears. America has never been in prison. Yes, God does exist, and from the darkness and cold of these prisons I come in His name to shatter the cold glass that encloses that tear in the souls of those responsible for my incarceration,
for the confinement in their cold and dark holes, for the torture and cruelty, for the separation from my loving wife, family, and people, for sentencing my body and soul to a death sentence knowing all the time that I was innocent.

“Prison is a real hell, a living hell. The prison hospital
is another and even more real hell. On the threshold of
unknown worlds, and to move me from one hell to the other, the political prison of America req1uirs that the shadow of death be upon me.”

Tezcatlipoca
http://www.freeramsey.com

Dear Friends:

The enclosed letter from Ramsey Muniz describes his
spiritual and loving disposition in spite of his
suffering. The institution was released from lock down
on Tuesday. Please distribute.–Irma L. Muniz

5/24/06

Mi Corazon,

Yes, I’m back in the jungle of humanity of this
United States. I have been here only one week and I’m
locked down with the entire institution. I can only say
that it wasn’t as bad as one week in Oklahoma. Be that
as it may, I continue to ponder on one issue at this time, and that is having me transferred to a Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) in Texas.
I have been 12 ½ years in this country’s hardest penitentiaries and that is enough for any Mexicano in my position who doesn’t have a violent background, is not a member of any gang or group, and has not had an “incident report” in 12 ½ years of confinement. This in and of itself is cruel and unusual punishment. I can barely walk across the entire prison compound with my cane and yet I see all these younger convicts exercising as if getting ready for war anytime.

Why? Why is it that they don’t want for me to be close
to my family and friends in Texas? Even those in this prison cannot understand what I’m doing here in this high security penitentiary.

As I was sitting on a bench by myself praying to the
Creator, I heard the sound of a gunshot and instructions to hit the ground, face down, on the gravel. Inside this institution there is no grass, no trees, all gravel, concrete and bars – the future of tomorrow to control your mind.

Guess what. They forgot about this heart – this heart
that is full of love and nothing destroys love. It doesn’t
matter if there is a desert, no trees, only chains and shackles.

This Mexicano love overcomes all. This love from this Mexicano will one day free all our people. One can be old and think young, others can be young and think old. After God gave me life once again he took my heart and mind and said unto me, “Tez, you shall
once more think, feel, love, and lead young once again.” And when He said that unto my life, you were there standing next to me with tears pouring, holding my hand and saying, “Oh Ramsey, please get
well, for I love you so much.” This is the power that embraces me this very minute even in this lock down tonight. I can feel you tonight, I can feel your corazon in my hands. Oh Irma, oh my Citlalmina, I love you, I adore you, I admire your strength.

We must continue with the faith and courage we have in our hearts. I know at times we feel all the odds are against us, but without sacrifice and sorrow, freedom has never come about, and I know that because of our suffering and sacrificing, many others will never feel the pain. Imagine how Christ felt the days before His
execution – the nights before knowing that He was going to die for the sins and freedom of all humanity. And how weak some people are about everything in life. No discipline, no faith, no courage, and no love. I pray for them constantly.

Amor,
Tez

“Thus I love you, love.
Love, thus I love you.
thus as your hair
lifts up and as
your mouth smiles,
light as water
from the spring upon the pure stones,
thus I love you, beloved…

Tezcatlipoca
http://www.freeramsey.com

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Sometimes the partisan stupidity gets too ugly to ignore. This time we have a Democrat candidate for comptroller who thinks voters should reject his Republican opponent because she once upon a time wrote a romance novel involving pre-marital sex.

“Would you vote for a candidate who wrote a trashy, pornographic romance novel that glorifies premarital sex and seeks to arouse sexual interest as your State Comptroller of Public Accounts?” Head asks in a campaign flier.

Uh, yeah, Mr. Head. If you put it that way, we will. Absolutely.