Reprinted from occupywallstreet.net
Cecily's first statement from Rikers:
Good morning. I'm writing from the Rose M. Singer Correctional Facility, dorm 2 East B on Rikers Island -- where I've been held for the past 4 days.
Admittedly, I was shocked by the jury's verdict on Monday, but was not surprised by the events that followed. An overreaching prosecutor plus a biased judge logically adds up to my being remanded to Rikers.
I was prepared then, as I am now, to stand by my convictions and face the consequences of my actions -- namely that of refusing to forsake my values and what I know to be true in exchange for my "freedom."
At Rikers, the day begins with 4:30am breakfast. Milk cartons in hand, the women echo a common set of concerns -- "can't reach my lawyer, my family won't speak to me, no commissary" -- and I become painfully aware of how privileged I am, despite what is supposed to be the great equalizing suffering of the prison experience.
Unlike my peers, I have a hell of a lawyer -- Marty Stolar -- who made the long journey to hold my hand and promise "I will not stop fighting for you." I also have a gifted team of friends and organizers -- "#"Justice4Cecily" -- that continue to provide around-the-clock care and mobilize public support. Finally, I'm incredibly lucky to have a vast and very much alive movement at my side, sending me "Occupy Love" from across the world.
Despite how obscenely unbalanced our circumstances are, my new-found friends -- who have quickly become my comrades -- are outraged by my story and resolve to do their part to keep me out of prison. After lunch, they spend their free time writing letters to Judge Zweibel, defending my character and pleading for leniency.
At 6:00pm dinner, the cramped circle of ladies ask me "What exactly is social justice organizing?" Over the complex choreography of food trading I tell them about Democratic Socialist leader Eugene Victor Debs. How nearly 100 years ago he publicly criticized U.S. involvement in WWI -- in violation of the Wartime Sedition Act -- and was sentenced to 10 years in prison for exercising his constitutional right to free speech. "Sort of like that," I explain, "But he's way out of my league -- he's my hero."
By lights out, a subtle peace has begun to wash over me. I page through a book stopping at Debs' speech to the Federal Court of Cleveland, Ohio -- I read and reread, as if a personal mantra, these opening lines -
At the close of the night, I smile and shut my eyes. As I drift off, "Somehow," I think, "this is all a part of the plan."