Well, she did post this over at ILP a few years back:
phoneutria wrote:
One of the last things Zoot said to me here was to ask me to write. So I have been writing, not very often, and without a return address, but I did add an email address in a letter, and so he has been able to send me some feedback through his mother. Thus I became acquainted with Mrs.Zoots Sr. as well. She has recently written to me that Zoots has been very angry and depressed and she worries a lot about him. I wasn't going to come in here and post any of this, but given what his mom told me, and the uncertainty about how much longer Zoots will stay in jail/prison, I decided to get over my desire to never be mentioned or remembered on here again, and make a post here to encourage some of you fucks to show a little bit of care and maybe just send a hello or whatever, so that he doesn't feel so isolated in there. He is after all one of us. If anyone need any more help I can probably assist through PM.
Fucking write. Literally, pen, paper, 50 cents postage, and 10 minutes of your fucking time. You flaky bitches.
If anyone need any more help I can probably assist through PM.
And:
phoneutria wrote:I am going to send Zoot a letter soon. If anyone wishes to include a message to him, post it here, and I will write it down and send it with my letter.
And:
phoneutria wrote: The way I see it, you could spend the rest of your life rehashing the moral implications of what he did, giving judgment, taking it back, jerking off to your own sense of justice, whatever rocks your socks, mamacita. That, or you could take 10 minutes to grant someone the most honorable gift of acknowledging him as a person in a place where he is completely dehumanized.
And whatever this means...
phoneutria wrote: Yo lyssa, if you can read this, I just wanted to tell you that despite your ups and downs, zoots regarded you as a friend, and I'm certain that he would be delighted to get a little note from you.
And, if I am recalling this correctly, she would come to your defense from time to time.
Of course, she is no longer "one of us" there. But then, philosophically and otherwise, neither am I.
Bottom line [one of them]: Who the hell really knows what is going on inside the mind of others? I merely suggest that it is probably reasonable to doubt what goes on inside your own. You know, with regard to things like love and religion and value judgments.
Or, let's face it, she might be dead or been kidnapped by Pedro.
And there's always the possibility she hasn't contacted me because in our wholly determined universe she was never really able to.
For now.