I woke up this morning alone, for the 12th day. I get to wake up in a big, soft, warm bed, with the sunshine outside the window, and a hot shower to start the day. Marc wakes up on a narrow steel bed in a tiny cell, with a thick metal grate showing just a small glimpse of the outside world, and an open-space jail shower. It’s not fair.
I feel guilty that I am still at home, that I get to read the newspapers in bed, and sit on the couch with my laptop. Marc is in a place for bad people, a maximum-security remand centre awaiting extradition, but it could get worse (or better?) when/if he’s sent to the USA. Of course, the first few weeks or months are hellish, being shipped around to different holding centres and jails before being settled into whatever Federal US prison they send him to… at least now I get to hear from him and visit once a week.
Marc just called me right now, as he does every chance he gets, and told me that he got two hard-boiled eggs for breakfast. Sometimes they get just a sugary muffin, or slices of white bread. Today is better in that respect. He’s still feeling weak and sick, as he was very ill yesterday, throwing up, dry heaving, gagging, unable to get out of bed… he thinks it might have been the multi-vitamin he took, as he once had a bad reaction to them years ago. So much for trying to have a healthy lifestyle when surrounded by junk food and sickness…
It’s the weekend, and that means he and other inmates are locked into their cells for 20 hours each day — that’s 20 out of 24 hours, confined to a concrete cell! He calls me every time he gets to leave the room, so I’ll hear from him 4 times today. He keeps photos of me at the head of his bed, and tells me that every morning and every night he looks at my photo, kisses it, and says “Good morning miss!” or “Goodnight, miss”, and “I love you” — and I say the same to him every time he crosses my mind, every single moment of every day.
There was a reason to smile recently, though: yesterday Tommy Chong came by the store to see me. He emails Marc regularly asking what was going on, and often shares his own plans and ideas. When he came to see me, he took two FREE MARC shirts (which you can get from www.NoExtradition.net at the link provided) to wear on his tour, and told me about his next tour project. He said that Marc’s story and situation will be part of that tour. Tommy says that Marc is “blessed” and will be protected, and that his story will be a feature movie after this is all done. I already know that, but it’s good to have our friend Tommy Chong assuring me everything will be okay.
I cried when Marc called just now, because I expressed how much I miss being naked with him, as we always are at home (who needs clothes in their personal space?) and how I miss snuggling up beside him, at his side and in his arms, every morning and night and all day long… it’s painful to realize that we won’t feel each others’ touch for months, years… or smell each other, or taste each other’s lips and skin… Yes, those are intimate thoughts, but they are what made every day so good when he was here. And now he’s gone, and I’m unable to get that energy from him (and vice versa)… But that’s motivation for me to get him out of prison as soon as possible. I hope you, reading this, are doing something to help!
Marc sent a letter with “72 Things You Can Do to Free Marc Emery”, which I will flesh out into 100. I’ll be posting it on www.NoExtradition.net in the next day or two, and soon after that we’ll be expanding and promoting the new www.FreeMarc.ca website. Be sure to take at least one form of action every day! Intensity counts; it’s the only thing that makes changes happen. Be intense. Couple your sympathy for Marc with actual actions. Be the change you want to see in the world!
And as Marc says, “It’s possible that one person can undo the evil of several thousand people. You should never underestimate your power.”
I love you, Marc Emery, with all of my heart. I miss you so much…