BUT FOR A BIT OF BREAD AND APPLESAUCE

It is Thanksgiving morning (2018) as I write this - and lest there be any doubt, there are many things for which I am thankful and eternally grateful - but last nights raid by corrections officers and staff at the ISCC (reminiscent of black-uniformed, jack booted storm troopers) bent on confiscating any state-issued food under the guise of preventing Thanksgiving alcohol making will certainly leave a streak of resentment and sadness. (Oh, and it takes days or weeks to make alcohol from fruit, etc.)

OK, I get it, they have an interest in preventing inmates from consuming alcohol, but most of the food they confiscated was food they not only allow us to have in our cells, they even deliver it to us in the housing units. The state giveth, the state taketh away I suppose. 

An orange or an apple, a piece of bread, peanut butter and jelly - provided just hours before - ripped from our grasps and our cells and thrown into trash bags - hauled away as garbage while so many people in the world starve - and on this day of thanks will go to bed hungry. All the work and energy put into making or growing the food, the tax dollars to purchase it, and the harm to the planet to transport it - simply discarded to the benefit of no one - and the detriment of everyone. Today, they will again give us bread, peanut butter and jelly and... (yep) fruit to take back to the cell to eat as supper after a traditional Thanksgiving meal being served as lunch.

Last night, a piece of bread and ounce of applesauce was taken from me...

... I wasn't able to take my life-saving medication last night... the meds cause drowsiness... it also instructs... "TAKE WITH FOOD".

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!