I woke up in the tent around 6:30 a.m. I’ve been very active on Twitter.
On Friday the Massachusetts State Police released information about a cadet that was brutally beaten to death at their training facility. This man’s name is Enrique Garcia Delgado. He was a wonderful young man whose life was cut short by a violent attack. The Massachusetts State Police have tried to spin it as either a tactical training accident or a boxing incident which we all think is untrue. Enrique had a broken neck, missing teeth, contusions all over his body, a broken leg, and brain damage from reports. This doesn’t happen from a brief boxing match with gloves on. The free Karen Reed movement, along with Justice for Sandra burchmore, and justice for Justin Root have all mobilized to support the family and get to the truth and get justice for this horrible tragedy. There will be a protest on the 19th at the Massachusetts State House in Boston and we will have a new battle cry Justice for Enrique.
Since I’ve been so active in the protests for justice, transparency, and accountability around senseless murders committed by officials, as well as the cover-ups involved, I have found a place where I can exercise my beliefs and convictions for systemic change throughout our society. I’ve heard people say that there’s a lot of injustice in the world, and this is just a fact, and there isn’t much we can do about it. I don’t agree with that. I’ve seen firsthand the power of the public speaking out about injustice and using their voices, banning together, to change the structure of our very society. This has been going on from the start of our country, and those who remain silent in the shadows are missing out.
I hung out in the tent until around 12:30 p.m. then drove to Watertown to look at another Room for rent. It was through the realtor that offered the Arlington Room, that had fell through when I signed the papers. One of the roommates I met, decided they didn’t like me. I liked the Watertown room.
After leaving Watertown I came back to the tent. While getting ready to go to sleep I had thought about taking a melatonin. Then it slipped my mind. Then I couldn’t remember if I had taken the melatonin or just thought about taking a melatonin. The thought was so realistic that I swore I had already taken the melatonin but then I realized that the substance of the memory was missing the grabbing the bottle and the feeling of the way the bottle of melatonin gummies felt in my hand. I realize that although I had thought to take a melatonin gummy I did not actually take the melatonin gummy. I grabbed the bottle and took a melatonin gummy.
I thought about this and about how self-narration can be lying, but also true if the liar believes the untruth. If a person can think about something and imagine it as being so real, in their mind, it would become real to them even if it never happened. How could somebody challenge a person that has convinced themselves of untruth, if they themselves believe it to be true. I understand this and realize this because of how real and true taking that melatonin gummy was, till I realized I had only thought and imagined I took it. And this is what my life has come to in this small isolated patch of woods towards the end of my homeless journey. I’m stuck in my head hinging on madness.