Murray Unit, Gatesville, Texas
7 years in solitary / ad seg
Britney
GULLEY
July 15, 2024
Words by BRITNEY GULLEY
Photography by TEXAS LETTERS
I’m in solitary confinement. A tablet is my only connection to the world. An assassination attempt on Trump occurred over a day ago. This will go down in the history books. I wasn’t alive when the Reagon incident transpired, but I was alive for this. How many people can say they witnessed a presidential figure getting shot? As I sit here in my 6x9 steel/cement cage, I realize I am being assassinated everyday I sit in the cell, 24 hours a day with no respite of sunshine or fresh air. I am slowly being murdered. I am dying away like a cancer eating at the bones until they’ve rotten out and decayed. This solitary cell is not just a cage, it’s a coffin. A state-issued pine box casket! I will go down in history as a number. Property of the state.
Who will protect me as I get shot at everyday in this dungeon? Who will surround me in a huddle to deflect the blows of life? And who will barricade me from the bullets of warfare in this battlezone? It’s been more than 1,098 days (one thousand ninety eight) since I last felt the sun on my skin. That’s more than 3 years. As Trump held his fist in the air the blood running down his face and yelled “Fight!” I can’t help but feel inspired by his resilience. The darkness of my days have never been extinguished by light. The sadness in my soul has never been exterminated by peace or joy. Who am I? A captive in captivity, held hostage in a prison inside a prison.
Gulley Britney #1601283