Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Jailed Pussy Riot Member, Ends Hunger Strike
The hunger strike is over. Read the moving account of life in a Russian prison at n+1:
Why I Am Going on Hunger Strike
On Monday, September 23, I am declaring a hunger strike. This is an extreme method, but I am absolutely convinced it is my only recourse in the current situation.
The prison wardens refuse to hear me. But I will not back down from my demands. I will not remain silent, watching in resignation as my fellow prisoners collapse under slave-like conditions. I demand that human rights be observed at the prison. I demand that the law be obeyed in this Mordovian camp. I demand we be treated like human beings, not slaves.
It has been a year since I arrived at Penal Colony No. 14 [henceforth, PC-14 â Trans.] in the Mordovian village of Partsa. As the women convicts say, âThose who havenât done time in Mordovia havenât done time at all.â I had heard about the Mordovian prison camps while I was still being held at Pre-Trial Detention Center No. 6 in Moscow. They have the harshest conditions, the longest workdays, and the most flagrant lawlessness. Prisoners see their fellows off to Mordovia as if they were headed to the scaffold. Until the last, they keep hoping: âMaybe they wonât send you to Mordovia after all? Maybe the danger will pass you by?â It didnât pass me by, and in the autumn of 2012, I arrived in the prison country on the banks of the Partsa River.
My first impression of Mordovia was the words uttered by the prisonâs deputy warden, Lieutenant Colonel Kupriyanov, who actually runs PC-14. âYou should know that when it comes to politics, I am a Stalinist.â Colonel Kulagin, the other warden (the prison is administered in tandem) called me in for a chat my first day here in order to force me to confess my guilt. âA misfortune has befallen you. Isnât that right? Youâve been sentenced to two years in prison. People usually change their views when bad things happen to them. If you want to be paroled as soon as possible, you have to confess your guilt. If you donât, you wonât get parole.â I told him right away I would work only the eight hours a day stipulated by the Labor Code. âThe code is the code. What really matters is making your quota. If you donât, you work overtime. And weâve broken stronger wills than yours here!â Colonel Kulagin replied.
My whole shift works sixteen to seventeen hours a day in the sewing workshop, from seven-thirty in the morning to twelve-thirty at night. At best, we get four hours of sleep a night. We have a day off once every month and a half. We work almost every Sunday. Prisoners âvoluntarilyâ apply to work on weekends. In fact, there is nothing âvoluntaryâ about it. These applications are written involuntarily on the orders of the wardens and under pressure from the inmates who help enforce their will.
No one dares to disobey (that is, not apply to go to the manufacturing zone on Sunday, meaning going to work until one in the morning). Once, a fifty-year-old woman asked to go back to the dorm zone at eight p.m. instead of twelve-thirty p.m. so she could go to bed at ten p.m. and get eight hours of sleep just once that week. She was not feeling well; she had high blood pressure. In response, a dorm unit meeting was called, where the woman was scolded, humiliated, insulted, and branded a parasite. âWhat, do you think youâre the only one who wants more sleep? You need to work harder, youâre strong as a horse!â When someone from the shift doesnât come to work on doctorâs orders, theyâre bullied as well. âI sewed when I had a fever of forty Centigrade, and it was fine. Who did you think was going to pick up the slack for you?â
I was welcomed to my dorm unit by a convict finishing up a nine-year sentence. âThe pigs are scared to put the squeeze on you themselves. They want to have the inmates do it.â Conditions at the prison really are organized in such a way that the inmates in charge of the work shifts and dorm units are the ones tasked by the wardens with crushing the will of inmates, terrorizing them, and turning them into speechless slaves.
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