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Danielle
Simpson
R.I.P.
" Kill me or
set me free ", Danielle
Simpson
Sorry,we aren't enough supporters
Texas set Danielle Simpson’s execution
date for November 18, 2009
Published: August 15, 2009
Date set for Simpson execution
The Palestine Herald
By PAUL STONE
H-P Associate Editor
Condemned killer Danielle Simpson is scheduled to die in November
after a local state district judge set his execution date late last
week.
On Thursday, 87th State District Judge Deborah Oakes Evans signed an
order setting Simpson’s execution date for Nov. 18 in Huntsville,
according to Anderson County District Attorney Doug Lowe.
The door was opened for the setting of Simpson’s execution date after
the New Orleans-based Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled he had the
legal right to waive further review of his case.
Earlier this year, the 29-year-old Simpson expressed a desire to
expedite his execution rather than exhaust his entire range of appeals.
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Against all
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Rebirth
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“No
Struggle, No Progress” - March 2007 |
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“No
Struggle, No Progress”
To all those that
don’t know, or may not have a clue.
I would like to engage a spare moment of your time and speak upon
the struggle of those (including myself), that’s actively embedded in
the struggle here on the Polunsky Unit Death Row.
Though not only am I surrounded by the reality of a dying culture,
I’m also living amongst a dying breed of others like myself that are
caught up in the struggle/an warfare, of fighting to save our lives.
Though we as men are indeed human beings, and to a full degree of
acknowledgement, deserve the general respect of being treated as human
beings. Therefore, in regards
to my daily life being caged up behind the concrete walls of this
injustice environment, I indeed struggle as more so, I suffer a great sum
of suppressions due to the inhumane injustice of being mistreated, not
only amongst the deteriorated cruel and unusual punishment…but a worse
fraction of degraded oppression, that creeps through and beyond the
disgrace of this evil, unjust, bloodthirsty system.
As though I wish to say, this circumstance of time is more than a
struggle, it’s a unjust warfare of not only life/and death, but a
progress to define the overall righteousness, from the devaluation of
evil. Therefore, a selected
few of offenders has whole-heartedly become engaged, and are highly active
in a unity protest of resistance…basically to stand in true solidarity
to show the devaluated minds of the administrators/and all those that’s
in favor to/and with the injustice of the death penalty, that “we” are
willing to stand against the brutal/and inhumane abusiveness of
mistreatment, that we engage daily. Therefore,
I’ve like to utilize a example before you in due means to what I’m
sharing in additions of…“No Struggle, No Progress!!”
Whereas
in the beginning, it begins like a woman that’s going through the
extreme painfulness of her laboring pregnancy.
The physical, emotional and mental pain that’s assimilated upon a
mother during her enduring moments of contractions/and labor…is indeed
an extremely painful and traumatic effect.
However, that same saturated pressure of painfulness/and traumatism
dwells upon myself in general, as I thrive on miseries of being imprisoned
on this demoralized Polunsky Unit Death Row.
Though I struggle daily, trying to stay strong, positive, and
focused…it’s the warfare of oppressions “alone” that causes my
struggle to be so highly active/and resistant as it is.
Because, not only am I living to die, I’m more or less living and
seeking to be “free”…free from the cruel/and evil injustices that
have prices over my head, having me so disorientated, traumatized etc.
That I often feel the contractions of pain, not from the labor of
giving birth, but the labor of pain as being deprived, suppressed/and
repressed, treated as if I’m a wild animal that’s just been captured
from the wild jungle, that’s far and beyond wanders land of my ancestors
in South Africa.
And
though I’m confined here on death row, I’m not just sitting here caged
up in my cage 23 hours a day, just waiting to become the next dessert in
the assembly line’s menu, to serve unto the blood thirsty, hunger
salutation of this mass murdering injustice, that regards inhumane cruel
and unusual punishment. I’m
indeed standing against all odds in resistance…amongst solidarity to
R.I.S.E. for my activism is more than necessary, it’s a driven purpose
that’s beyond a doubt…“No Struggle, No Progress!!”
Indeed,
no struggle, no progress is more than just how it sounds, or how one may
conserve its point of views. It’s
more or less a mobilized revolutionary protest, in which my activism of
resistance, it’s well worth a struggle to not only be observed,
discussed, or placed beyond considerations…this is a struggle to be
engaged by “all” and progressed.
Because the Texas Death Penalty is so far beyond out of control
with it’s stigmatized corruptions of inhumane killings by lethal
injection, that I seldom feel as if…I’m slowly being murdered daily,
as the days of my life passes me by. With
so much pressure in the air, I’m not only focused on my daily struggles
of warfare, I’m focused and programmed on progress.
And being that my daily life seems so highly indifferent/and
impossible to cope with, I’d rather struggle with the odds, than suffer
the 1 to 5 grams of dosage of sodium thiopental injected in my veins,
causing me to slowly suffer the cruel/and inhumane punishment of becoming
aberrational. Because being
that I’m caged up 23 hours a day in a small solitary cell of
confinement, I’m engaged in a degraded warfare battling against the evil
oppressions that violates my focus, generally by the negative pressures of
impure distractions that torture my mind.
Which is how the sodium thiopental operates, it makes the brain
unconscious by depressing the central nervous system, slowing the
heart/and lowering the blood pressure.
And being that a person my be aware of what’s happening, this is
still a violation to the cruel/and unusual punishment of inhumane
tortures, which is how I seldom feel as being engaged in this struggle of
life on death row.
Needless
to say, there’s been a great sum of time period that I’ve seldom felt.
As if I’ve been injected with the second drug of lethal
injection…which is the pancuronium bromide.
And what this drug accommodates once it’s been injected in the
veins of a human body, its effects is far more than cruel, it’s
critically brutal…because it paralyzes one diaphragm, and ultimately
adjust one breathing well beyond this point.
I can legate to the cause/and effects of this crucial affection,
one of many ways but to address the most important…being that I’m not
only surrounded, but I’m living amongst a dying breed of individuals,
other men…”human beings” as we are…we’re not only products of
our own self-character we’re soldiers engaged in a life/and death
warfare.
And
last but not least, for the ending remains of this inhumane violation
struggle of brutal punishment, I very seldom feel dysfunctional at this
point in time mostly by my surroundings/and its demoralized pressures of
being caged up 23 hours a day, as if I’m lost in the raging destructions
of a whirlwind…But yet, I’m engaged to this struggle to progress
because the potassium chloride which is the final drug utilized in the
process of lethal injection. It’s
a extreme burning sensation to the body, causing excessive pain, torture,
and suffering as the heart fights, with every strength of iheart fights, with every strength of its might, to
“not” stop functioning and taking it’s last breath, as the potassium
chloride defeats the struggle after all by stopping the heart from
beating…you’re dead!! Now
can somebody…anybody tell me why we die?
Simple…“No Struggle, No Progress,” let’s engage as a unity
and fight the struggle…
In
Solidarity,
D.
Simpson
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Against
All Odds
Death is
the truth of life
Life is
the the Air that we breathe
The love
that we keep
The
desire we touch
The
thoughts that we feel
In means
that, ... thoughts cause effect
Against
all odds
The body
we live in, is teflon coated
That
gives a form to the living
The
living interconnected
To all
the living that ever were, ....
Against
all odds!!
Time, is
the road that's built upon shadows
Of souls
of all ever to be alive
As if
it's so hard to say good-bye to yesterday
Time
measures life
God
measures death
Against
all odds
I'm set
to embrace the edge of eternity
And smile
As I
remain in solidary
Against
the odds!!
©
By: D. Simpson |
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Rebirth
I'm a
deep dark story ... As my thoughts are a secret unto themselves
The blood
of time-traveling
Held on
so tightly to my belief in magic, in simultaneous eternal time
I wonder
... if my culture is my future, that my thoughts don't proceed in straight
lines
That I
can take back control of my life, that's no longer colonial subjects
That the
weapon that's going to win is light here
The
revolution is light here
The
groove what's freestyling in my heart
New and
revolutionary communication
That's
reflected in my actions and manner
Teflon
coated, time blue is my loyal banner
mixed
race, amidst this dying-breed of piace
Can't you
see I'm a person of color
I'm a
vowell-ladem savoir
Stuntin
revolutionary mind flavors
Creepin,
through the topical groth of my brain
Institutionalized,
oppressed, it's all such a dirty games!!
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By: D. Simpson |
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May 2005
I am an incarcerated young man that’s 25
years of age, and imprisoned to the unjust system of Texas death row.
My name is Danielle Simpson, and I’ve been confined amongst
demoralized and lonely walls of this system, of a total additioning of
5 years...yet surviving and struggling against the unjustness of the
courts and their systems, which are none other than a bunch of mass
murderers. More so, I arrived unto this institutional system young of
age, basically as a child....
However, since then, I’ve fully become
fully grown and developed, as to becoming a righteously well matured
man of such self-righteous and moral ambitions...therefore bestowing
the man that I am that’s reared on solitary confinement and prison
knowledge. The morals and values of my automatic mind has become
extremely strengthening amongst the utmost indulgence of reading
books, self-rehabilitation, prison knowledge, and heartfelt tears of
such loneliness....Therefore I am still a child at heart, for the
matters that I still indulge mentally within childish dreams of a
great magnitude of the many ways that I can evaporate from the
demoralizing torture and loneliness heartfelts of this death row
system.
For this institution is none other than a
physical adventure of misery...nevertheless it’s all within my
profounded ways of rebelling these oppressive four white walls I’m
living behind. However, at such moments of time (even the senses of my
sanity) so it seems. Even the generalistic basics of interactions of
human beings that are usually shared between the righteous of an
amity. Despite being deprived....I still have the ambitions for the
confraternity of amity. However, I must confirm that within all
honesty I greatly miss the genuine opportunities of heartfelts as to
sharing my innermost feelings with people, and , in turn, having them
share them with me. More so, solitude has brought out the utmost
values of passions, fidelity, security, and self-perseverance within
myself.
However, I’m managing to gain the strengths
to sustain myself, for I’m fighting everyday to preserve my sanity
against the courts, and this mass murdering state that is anxiously
awaiting to take my life...But beyond the passions, this isn’t my
underlining purpose of this scribe is that, I’m seeking to befriend
someone of any age, race, etc....that would become of both heartfelt
and interested as to becoming penfriends...so unto whom that is
interested, please do feel more than honorable to contact me at your
desire...
Please respond to: Danielle Simpson
#999370
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Ich bin ein 25-jähriger
eingesperrter Mann im ungerechten System des texanischen Todestrakts.
Mein Name ist Danielle Simpson und ich werde in den demoralisierenden
und einsamen Mauern dieses Systems seit insgesamt 5 Jahren
festgehalten… immer noch überlebend und kämpfend gegen die
Ungerechtigkeit der Gerichte und ihr System, und die sind nichts als ein
Haufen von Massenmördern. Und obendrein war ich, als ich in dieser
Anstalt ankam sehr jung, eigentlich ein Kind….
Wie auch immer, ich wurde
erwachsen und habe mich entwickelt in einen rechtschaffenen, reifen Mann
mit moralischen Grundsätzen… daher habe ich den Mann zurückgedrängt,
der in Einzelhaft aufwuchs und von Gefängniswissen erzogen wurde. Die
Moral und Werte meiner automatisierten Sinne waren extrem hilfreich beim
maßloses Bücherlesen, meiner eigenen Rehabilitation,
Gefängniswissen und der Tränen des Herzens wegen der starken
Einsamkeit… Daher bin ich immer noch im Herzen ein Kind, da ich immer
noch die Träume eines Kindes habe, wodurch ich auf viele Weise dem
demoralisierenden und quälenden Gedanken und der herzzerreißenden
Einsamkeit dieses Todestraktes entfliehen kann. Denn diese Institution
ist nichts weiter als ein körperliches Abenteuer des Elends…
dennoch ist all das der Hintergrund meiner rebellischen Art gegen
diese bedrückenden vier weißen Wände, hinter denen ich lebe.
Irgendwie scheint es insbesonder in Zeiten wie diesen (sogar meine
geistige Gesundheit) so. Sogar die grundlegend einfließenden, für gewöhnlich
ausgetauschten, freundlichen Wutanfälle. Und obwohl benachteiligt…
ich habe immer noch den Wunsch nach ausgetauschten Freundlichkeiten. Ich
muss zugeben, dass ich trotz all der Ehrlichkeit
echte Gelegenheit, meine tief empfundenen Gefühle mit Menschen
zu teilen und im Gegenzug Menschen, die diese mit mir teilen wollen,
vermisse. Mehr noch, durch
die Abgeschiedenheit finde ich die Werte von Erregung, Treue, Sicherheit
und Beharrlichkeit in mir selbst.
Trotzdem schaffe ich es,
die Stärke zu finden, um nicht unterzugehen, denn jeden Tag kämpfe ich
darum, meine geistige Gesundheit entgegen der Gerichte und den Massenmörder-Staat
zu erhalten, der gierig darauf wartet, mein Leben zu nehmen..
Aber das ist nicht der Hauptgrund für mein Schreiben, ich suche
einfach nur eine Freundschaft mit jemandem, egal welche Rasse, Alter
u.s.w…. Das wäre für beide Seiten sicherlich interessant,
Brieffreunde zu werden… also, wer auch immer interessiert ist, bitte fühlt
Euch mehr als ehrenwert, Kontakt mit mir aufzunehmen wenn gewünscht…
Bitte schreibt an:
Danielle
Simpson
#999370
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