Author: Friends of Zulu

New Legal team for Zulu!

Dear Supporters of Zulu,

Zulu is in his 47th year of a wrongful conviction for the August 15th, 1973 robbery and murder of the mayor in a rural community in the Parish of East Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

Free Zulu photo with blue sky
Kenny Zulu Whitmore

On February 1st, 2021 Zulu got a new legal team that consists of Emily Henrion Posner, Jim Boren, and a great investigator, Jennifer Vitry.

In 2013 Emily Posner, fresh out of Loyola Law School, took on the monumental task of unthinking the web of lies that sent an innocent man to prison. Now, more seasoned and a pitbull of an attorney who is bringing all of her skills to free Zulu, Posner is lead counsel.

Co-counsel, Jim Boren, is a veteran attorney in the wicked Louisiana judicial system with an amazing track record.

When I last communicated with Zulu, he was corona-free, healthy and in good spirits. And he was scheduled to take his first vaccination shot.

Zulu said of the B.P.P. Ten Point Program: “We still ‘want’ #7, the end to police brutality and outright murder of Black people in America,” and he said in the words of the late great Chairman of the Chicago chapter of the Black Panther Party, Fred Hampton, “They can jail a revolutionary with a life sentence, but they cannot jail the Revolution. All Power to The People, Zulu.”


Free Zulu Committee Europe

Let’s not forget Zulu!

Zulu tyles from London

Two tyles in ceramic art made for Zulu

Hello, I am Annabelle, chairperson of the Free Zulu European Team.

I recently heard where brother Jalil Muntaqim, aka Anthony Bottom, was released from a New York plantation/prison after serving nearly 50 years for the 1971 double police murder in Harlem, NY in 1971; his co-defender Herman Bell was released on parole in 2018. Political prisoners, like the Move 9, and others.

And this got me thinking about our beloved brother Kenny Zulu Whitmore, who himself is a part of those Black Liberation Radicals who were convicted in the 1970s. Zulu has been incarcerated for 46 years as of today, being falsely accused of a political murder of the Mayor of a small rural community in the Parish of East Baton Rouge, Louisiana.


Like the legal lynching of brother George Floyd, who was born on October 7th, 1973, as was brother Zulu (who was born on October 14th, 1954), the system/racist policemen put their knee on George Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds, they have had their knee on Zulu’s neck for 46 years, trying to choke the life out of brother Zulu.

George Floyd was taken away from his beautiful daughter, who now has to grow up without her father. Zulu’s son was only 13 months old when Zulu was kidnapped by the modern-day slave catchers, as he calls the racist police who helped to frame him for murder, but both George’s daughter and Zulu’s son had to grow up without their father because of the unjust judicial system, the criminal justice system of America.

And as we protest in the streets around the world for all of the Black & Brown men, women and children who were murdered by the police, we must not overlook the many Black&Brown men, women and children who are incarcerated in the many children’s homes, reformatories, child-prisons, ICE-camps and prisons and penitentiaries across America, as part of the mass incarceration of African Americans, People of Color.

We must raise our voice for the immediate release of our brother Kenny Zulu Whitmore, who continues to be held down with the system’s knees on his neck for 46 years now on a wrongful conviction of murder and armed robbery. He was taken from his family at the age of 19. He has just turned 66 on October 14th, so let’s send our brother lots of love and light, because he will never surrender hope.

Free Zulu!


Instagram: @Freezulunow


Zulu is now back at Cypress #, so his address is:

Kenny Zulu Whitmore
86468 Cypress 3
LA State Penitentiary
Angola, LA 70712

You can also send him a Jpay mail via
Zulu is NOT allowed greeting cards!

Kenny Zulu Whitmore’s account to his supporters 2012 revisited

A very important witness account from From: Kenny Zulu Whitmore about how he was tortured and given a huge sentence for nothing. You could say he was given a ‘legal’ knee on his throat.

This account was originally written and posted on our website in 2012. It had to be hidden for years due to his case being under review.

Since Zulu is still in prison, albeit no longer in solitary confinement, we re-read and edited his account, and we think it is too important to not be told again out in the open, 8 years after it was first published.Also published in: SF Bay View (2012)

August 2012

Greetings my People:

I realize that I have been absent for a while now. But there were things that needed my full attention. No excuses. Then, there is the mental gymnastics from the neo-overseers that comes with being a political captive being held behind enemy line. But nevertheless here I am.

This day, August 15th 1973, the ex-mayor of Zachary, LA, was found murdered on his Rollins Rd farm in Zachary, LA, a small rural community that sits in the northern section of East Baton Rouge (E.B.R.). This was a huge episode in our then small community.

Immediately, the next day the li’l town was in a buzz, because a rumor had spread like a California brush fire that was fueled on by Santa Ana winds, that the terrorist of the day had murdered the mayor.

I was 18 years old then, and still feeling the sting of racism in its worst form, for several reasons.

The first reason was that I was a witness against a Zachary police, “Ted Donnaway”, who had murdered my first cousin George Payne, Jr. on Nov. 19th, 1969. Hearings began in 1971-’72. The terrorists were calling my parents, telling my mother I was dead, or they would kill me, bomb our home, etc. etc. Needless to say the cops were never put on trial for the murder of my cousin.

The second reason being that school integration had finally hit all of East Baton Rouge Parish (E.B.R.P.), including Zachary. Our 1971-’72 school year, we Africans had to integrate Zachary High, to leave our beloved North West High (N.W.H.S.) behind. And what a trip: racial fights every day. Shit spilled over into an already racist community.

I became one of the Student Leaders. We protested against the dress code only for us, no power fist rule, etc. It was up to us to change and do something about the way we African students were being mistreated, and we did just that.

On Feb. 19th, 1975 I was arrested on trumped-up charges of 2 counts of armed robbery and rape of a female employee of a Zachary shoe store. Five days later, while being held over in the E.B.R. Parish prison for arraignment and evidentiary hearing on Feb. 24th 1975 between the hours of 12:30 AM and one o’clock AM and mind you, this was my first time ever being in anything that serious.

First time in jail, one must fight or become something less than a man. So while being in the dungeon on Feb. 24, 1975, I was awoken by the steel door being opened. It was already 8 of us packed into this hole built for 3 at the most. And naked. Yes, they used to make you strip before going in there to further humiliate you.

The door opens, air rushes in – momentary relief. The captain and a fat guy in a suit. In low voices guys are saying that’s Ossie Brown, the District Attorney. I had heard of him, but didn’t know him from the first Adam.

“Whitmore. Whitmore.”
“Come out. Put on your clothing.”
“For what?”
“Whitmore, come forward now.”

I step out. Got my clothing. Black&white striped uniform and short.

I was led into the interrogation room. Just this guy and myself.

“My name is Ossie Brown. I am the District Attorney of E.B.R.P. You might have seen me on TV before.”
“Well there are a few things that I want to discuss with you.”

Mind you, I had a lawyer at this time. I was represented by the Public Defenders’ Office.
D.A.: “I know you are charged with the robbery and rape that happened at Bill’s Shoe Store out in Zachary. And the victims say you are not the perpetrator. These charges will be dropped.”I am starting to feel better, I am going home.D.A.: “You knew who Marshall Bond was?”
“Marshall Bond, who was murdered at his farm out there in Zachary?”

That question really threw me for a loop, because what does that have to do with this? Had I known then that this nightmare was being born, I would have ran through that concrete steel wall head first.

The D.A. had a confession already drawn up. He wanted me to turn state evidence on a guy he wanted to put this murder on. I didn’t know what state evidence was – he says:

“I want you to take the stand against this guy and say what’s in this confession.”

I went crazy for real then. “I need my lawyer, guard. I want my lawyer, guard. Man, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Whitmore. I am the district attorney. I am the only one who can help you. My word is 3x that of yours. If I say you said something or did something, who are they going to believe: me, or you?”

I said the truth, he said his truth.

“I will send you to Angola for the rest of your life. Do you know what they do in Angola, Whitmore? Sign this, and I will help you…”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

The D.A. started to tell me things about me and my family that had me spooked. Where my Mom & Dad, brother & sister worked. The things I was involved in during integration. A fight that a friend and I had with a group of white boys in 1972. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that my family and I had been under observation. Yes, plain old CoIntelPro.

After his lengthy persuading of “I am the only one who can help you, I will send you to Angola for the rest of your life if you do not do what I say,” the D.A. Ossie Brown said: “I am going to step out for a while. I am going to send someone in to speak with you.”

This whole ordeal started between the hours of 12:30 AM and 1 AM.

Three guys walk in in plain clothing: “We are with Mr Brown’s office. And we understand that you are ready to cooperate with us. First we need you to sign this.” – Speaking of the confession.

“I am ready to go back to the hole. I need my lawyer.”

After the hollering, punch here, there. Chokeholds. Grabbing. I was finally taken out of the interrogation room and put into a holding tank – a big cell. This was at 4:00 in the morning, because right after that guys from all over the jail started to fill the tank.

I asked someone: “Where is everybody going?”
He said: “To court.”

Court huh. A few minutes later breakfast came. The steel trays. Milk & coffee, pancakes, syrup & some pork. I drank the coffee, and gave the rest away. Later when the trays were picked up, the guys were talking to their homies on different topics.

About 8 o’clock guards with lots of handcuffs appeared. “Alright. Listen up. As I call your name, step out. Two to a cuff.”

This is the reason why I have been saying that I was kidnapped out of East Baton Rouge Parish Prison, E.B.R.P.P.

Two plain cloth detectives appear at the gate. “Whitmore, come forward. Hands behind your back.”
“Where am I going?”
“Court. Turn around, hand behind your back.”

I was cuffed, taken down the hall, stepped out where everyone is being stacked into the patty wagon that looked like an armored car.

This way, we go around the patty wagon to a car with no marking on it.
I begin to feel strange.
They leave the prison.
The car goes down Harden Blvd.
At the light, taking a right, not a left, that would take you to downtown Baton Rouge.

“Where are you taking me?” About 15 times.

Then one of them says: “You should have done the right thing.”

I was taken to the police station in Zachary, and put in a room.

Minutes later, to another building across the street from the bank, and the Bond’s family home. Then, a detective came in.

“Whitmore, Mr Brown wants you to know are you ready to cooperate?”
“I want to talk with my lawyer. Let me call home. I need my lawyer.”
“You had your chance.”

A few minutes later, I was put back into the car, and was taken to the wooded area on Bond’s property. Cops about 8 to 10, the D.A. Ossie Brown, 2 guys off in the distance with dark glasses, jackets & jeans on.

The 2 detectives speak with Ossie Brown. He comes to the car.

“Whitmore, are you ready to cooperate?”

“Get my lawyer. I want to see my lawyer.”

I will be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. Fact is, I was scared to death. Who knew where I was?
D.A. Ossie Brown says, “Get him out of the car.”

I was roughly pulled from the car.

The D.A.: “Are you going to cooperate?”

“I need my lawyer.”

Ossie Brown turns away. Still being cuffed, one of the detectives grabbed me by the neck from behind in a choke hold. The other one started beating me on my body.

The D.A. Ossie Brown: “Whitmore, are you ready to cooperate?”

“Why are you doing this? I need my lawyer. Take the cuffs off.”

The Bond’s car comes into sight.
“Do you see that car?” the D.A. says, “you know who that is don’t you. I can help you.
The D.A. says: “Stop the car.”

The cop behind hits me directly in my spinal cord. I fall with his knee back and he applies a chokehold on me.

“Let him up”, D.A. Ossie Brown says. “You died trying to escape. Send the car on.”
“OK, ok. I will help. I need you to sign this.”
“I don’t know what it says.”
A hit to the stomach.
“I will tell you what it says.”
“Man, I don’t know nothing about this.”
D.A.: “Are you going to cooperate?”

I was cuffed, put back into the car, and taken to a backroom in Zachary City Hall. Three guys come in. I was beaten some more. Asked a million questions.

That evening I was taken to a building in downtown Baton Rouge.

This has been going on forever. I have not slept since leaving the dungeon at East Baton Rouge Parish Prison (“E.B.R.P.P.”).

While in this room, still handcuffed, a cop put the phone to my ear. It was Ossie Brown’s voice, saying:

“Whitmore. I am the only one who can help you. Sign that document.”

They kept questioning me. Hollering at me. Slapping me on the sides of my head and in my face.

This is how the so-called confession came about. The tape was spliced to get it to say what they wanted. This is why the audio was so poor.

And they, my lawyer, the assistant D.A. & judge had to go into the judge’s chambers to make out what was being said.

The “judge” told the jury “It’s his voice,” but nothing was said that could help him.

About 7:15 PM I was taken to another building, called the ‘Taylor Building,’ where they wanted me to take a lie-detector test.

This was torture in every sense of the word. Deprived of sleep, food; hollering, shaking, beating, isolation, all of those tactics are considered torture.

Another phone call. D.A. Ossie Brown.
“Whitmore. Cooperate. I am the only one who can help you.”
“I need my lawyer.”
I was being represented by Alton Moran, of the Public Defenders’ Office.

I agreed to take the lie-detector test. I was asked what color blocks were. My Name. My Mom’s name. I jumped up, pulled the wires off of my hand, and went to grab the machine. Three of them bomb-rushed me through the door and penned me to the floor. Cuffed me. “Man fuck y’all.”

It was 8:00 PM when 3 cops took me over to the downtown jail on the top floor. The three signed a log book and time-in. They talk in low voices.

One of the cops at the desk says “Come with me.” I was put in isolation right behind the desk. I was put in the hole, handcuffs removed. I was brought 2 sandwiches. I ate them and tried to go to sleep. But all night I was being woken up. “Whitmore, Whitmore, wake up.” “What?” He laughed and walked off. This went on all night.

Early the next morning I was taken to another building. The torture started up again. Until I broke down and said most of what they told me. And I signed that confession. They got what they wanted.

I was taken back to the downtown jail, put back into isolation, where I must have slept 2 ½ days.

The third or fourth day, the lawyer shows up. I tell him everything. He got me moved to a regular cell. And asks me how the hell did this happen? He left, headed for the D.A.’s office, he said.

I stayed in that roach-infected old downtown jail for 5 months before being transferred back to the E.B.R.P.P.

In August, 1975, at my evidentiary hearing on the two counts of armed robbery and the rape charge, they were all dismissed by judge Elmo Lear, because both victims said I was not the man who committed the robbery and rape in that store, nor was I there when it happened.

Although the charges had been dismissed, I still could not go home with my mother, father, sister Jeanette, because of the Aug. 15th 1973 murder of the mayor.

Nearly one year later, on July 14, 1976, the evil empire strikes.
D.A. Ossie Brown made good on his word. That he could send me to Angola even if I were innocent. He filed a joint bill of information, accusing me and Perry Lee Payne of two counts of armed robbery of the very store both victims 11 months earlier said I did not commit. However, both victims picked my co-defendant out as the perpetrator.

On Sept. 27th our trial began of what was supposed to be 2 counts of robbery, but the whole trial and evidence was of rape. In three days of rape trial my name never came up. My state lawyer objected and asked for a verdict (post-verdict judgment) of acquittal, because the trial was of Payne’s rape of the female victim. Denied.

Both victims again took the stand and cleared me of any crime. On Sept. 29th the jury deliberated, returned to the courtroom 20 minutes later to ask judge John S. Covington how could I be charged or found guilty of anything, when I have not committed a crime? The judge went on this long outdrawn shit, confusing the jury.

I jumped up: “Your honor, you are confusing them.”
“Sit down, order in my court, Mr Whitmore. Sit down.”
My lawyer: “Kenny, Kenny, let me handle it.”

He made the objection. Overruled.

The jury went back to deliberate. But returned to the court about 15 minutes later.
The judge asked “What is it this time?”
The foreman: “We do not understand, how can Whitmore be charged with anything?”
The judge starts to read from a book. I raise my hand and tell my lawyer to object. He does.
I ask the judge could he just tell the jury in plain language? No.

The D.A. follows the jury to the jury-room door, hollering “You better not find him not guilty, you hear me?”

The jury returns three minutes later for the third time and does as the judge instructed. You must find them both guilty.

“We have a verdict, your honor.”

As to Perry Lee Payne: guilty on both counts.
As to Kenny Whitmore: guilty on both counts.

Shortly thereafter, the court ordered a pre-sentence investigation report. On March 14, 1977, probation and parole agent James P. Patin submitted his report to the sentencing judge.

A pre-sentence investigation report is a background report into your life. From pre-school to the present. And the judge will base your sentencing range from that report and the seriousness of the crime.

This is my first conviction. I have never been in a ‘boys home’, ‘juvenile hall’ or any of those places.

On April 15th, 1977, judge John S. Covington sentenced me on count 1 to 75 years without benefit of probation, parole or suspension of sentence.

Count 2 he sentenced me to 50 years of hard labor, with the sentence to run consecutively.

I was led off upstairs, when my dad and Sister asked the judge for 10 minutes to talk with me. A 125 years for absolutely nothing.

It took me until 1985 when the 5th Circuit of Appeals granted me a hearing, and this is when I found out that the sentencing judge used the pre-sentence investigation report to sentence me by.

The report was padded with false charges: it had me being charged with 8 counts of armed robbery, 2 murders. It also gave me a juvenile record from age 12-16, saying I spent time in Juvenile Hall for theft, felony theft, a count of aggravated burglary for which I was placed in Juvenile Hall.

My records were padded with all of that erroneous information. To make sure that my appeals would be denied. They have.

I will not get a favorable decision. I did not, when I went before the State’s Pardon Board in 2000. My alleged criminal history was the only thing they wanted to talk about – and they did not want to hear that it was fabricated.

The Clerk of Court continues to tell me that the pre-sentence report and the witness – victim’s testimonies are under seal, and that I cannot get them.

These are issues that I continue to fight in court to this day.

On the 1973 robbery and murder of the mayor of Zachary, LA, I went on trial on January 3-6, 1977, for second-degree murder and armed robbery.

The jury deliberated for about an hour before returning a verdict of ‘guilty as charged.’ Two of them voted to acquit me of all charges.

On March 14th, 1977 I was sentenced to Life on count 1 without the benefit of Probation or Parole or Suspension of Sentence for 20 years, meaning after 20 years I become eligible for Parole; or the judge can suspend my sentence right now and resentence me to twenty years.

On count 2, armed robbery, I was sentenced to 99 years of hard labor. This sentence for the robbery is an illegal sentence, because it was used as the underlying felony to convict me of the murder.

I know from research that I can win a reversal of both of my sentences, but I will need counsel to do so. I have tried filing pro se, but anyone with any legal knowledge of the Louisiana judicial system knows that a pro se application is stamped ‘denied,’ no matter how grantable the application is. It’s like incarcerated individuals are punished for becoming knowledgeable of a system that binds us.

I dare you with an 11th grade education. Sit there in prison and point out constitutional violations that our system has denied. I am in grave need of an assistant of counsel.

I arrived here at LA State Plantation at Angola, LA, in March 1978. Within an hour I was thrown into CCR: solitary confinement. I was placed on D-Tier, the so-called militant tier. I met and befriended some of the most righteous brothers in my life, doing those hellish years in this battlefield.

I became a member of the Angola Chapter of the B.P.P. and in keeping with the spirit and ideology of the Panther Party, we did what we had to in order to perfect change. And in doing so, I went through a political education that I was not, and that I am still not afraid to use in my everyday life here behind enemy lines.

But as with juridical education, when one educates oneself politically on the plantation, one is punished because of one’s views of what daily hell is, or what rotten half-prepared food is, or what constitutes torture.

I say this is torture: being held in this solitary confinement cage where I can stand in the middle of the floor, extend my arms, and touch both walls.

For the last 34 years, 23 hours a day is by definition torture.

‘They say’ it is because of my political education, affiliation with the Angola 3: Shaka, King, and Chairman Hooks, and my ties to the B.P.P.

I say it is because of their white supremacy affiliation, and ties to the 1950s-1990s terrorist groups here in The Boot.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced, nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.1

Forever, Zulu

August 15th, “1812”

1) From “Invictus,” by William Ernest Henley

Kenny Zulu Whitmore
86468 – Cypress#3
LA State Penitentiary
Angola, LA 70712

Also published in: SF Bay View (December 2012)

Sent to the United Nations Special Rapporteur on Torture, Juan Mendez, with an affidavit signed by Kenny Zulu Whitmore.

Free Zulu-campaign back on social media!

Zulu tyles from London

Two tyles in ceramic art made for Zulu

The Zulu-support-team in Europe has been enriched again by the London-based group of artists – well-known for their design-teeshirts and ceramic art –  who have always supported him, this time they will do the social media campaign for Zulu!

Since we had to scale down our online support of Zulu, due to the legal team asking for this, the social media support had to vanish.
Now it is back! On Instagram to start with.

Billy X holding a Free Zulu Teeshirt

Billy X holding a Free Zulu shirt

Billy X holding a Free Zulu shirt

Zulu is making facemasks!

Zulu’s first photo after being released from solitary confinement 2015

We just received a phone call from Zulu, who told us that he is a volunteer making facemasks for first responders in Baton Rouge!

He is staying in the gym with 18 others, where he also sleeps, and each day they make facemasks from cloth that comes from the teeshirt-factory at the prison. They sew the masks together before they are going to the first responders in Baton Rouge.

Zulu said he had volunteered to make the masks, after he was called into the office of a prison director and was asked whether he wanted to participate. Zulu had already made himself a facemask from a handkerchief, because he was housed in a dorm with 86 others. He had also on a daily basis made sure the shower area was clean by using a bleach dissolution.

Zulu lets us know his health is alright, but with so many people packed in dorms there is a big risk of the COVID-19 spreading, so he is glad he can participate in the effort to make facemasks for the prisoners as well as for first responders, and that he can do so in a more spaceous area. They work every day as volunteers.

Zulu said the internet reception to send and receive Jpay emails is not good in the gym, so he cannot write or receive Jpay mails as quickly as usually.

We want to say thank you Zulu and others for caring for everyone during this pandemic.

CDC: How to make a cloth face mask sew and no sew

Please also sign this petition: Life-saving Measures to Protect Louisiana Prisoners from Covid-19

Angela A. Allen-Bell reports back from Kenny “Zulu” Whitmore’s Nov. 25 Court Hearing

From the Angola 3 e-Newsletter:

Zulu’s next hearing is on December 11!

SULC Professor Angela A. Allen-Bell was one of many supporters (including Robert King and Albert Woodfox) that attended Kenny “Zulu” Whitmore’s court hearing on November 25 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

Following the hearing and a strong showing of public support at the courthouse, Prof. Bell told the A3 Coalition that “Zulu’s spirits were really lifted by our presence today. The State now has until the next court date (December 11) to test the fingerprints.”

If you live close enough, please help support Zulu by attending his court date next month. The December 11 hearing will be at the 19th Judicial District Court in Baton Rouge, LA.

In the meantime, Prof. Bell urges supporters to keep up the public pressure: “The Louisiana courts need to know all eyes are on them.”

For more information about Zulu’s case, please visit

(PHOTO: Zulu celebrates Christmas with his family on December 28, 2016. This photo and several others taken of Zulu visiting with his family were published by the SF Bay View Newspaper in 2017.)

Send Zulu Some Holiday Season Love!
Write Him:

Kenny Zulu Whitmore
86468 – Cypress #3
LA State Prison
Angola, LA 70712
U.S.A. (or use for an “email” which he can read on a kiosk)

Zulu's supporters before the court room on Nov. 25, 2019

Zulu’s supporters before the court room on Nov. 25, 2019

D.A. again does not produce test results and is threatened with Contempt of Court

We spoke with Zulu after the Court Hearing of October 2nd, and he said: “We did not get the ruling that we wanted yesterday, but the Judge was angry with the D.A’s delay in the case.”

The Judge gave the D.A. within 30 days to produce the test of the finger- prints that were taken from the crime-scene, or he will be held in Contempt of Court & fined.

So now we are waiting for the District Attorney to finish the work that should have been done so many years ago, which is: work with the court to make Justice happen.

Meanwhile: Please send Zulu a POSTCARD (not a greeting card, they are no longer allowed in) for his upcoming Birthday on October 14th!

Kenny Zulu Whitmore

Zulu holding the SF Bayview, June 2017

Zulu holding the SF Bayview, June 2017

86468 – Cypress#3
LA State Prison
Angola, LA 70712

Thank you!

Pack the Courtroom Oct 2nd!

We thought Friday 20th of September there would be another Courthearing, the same as was ordered in April to take place on July 22nd, which was postponed. Please check here for the first announcement.

But it is now October 2nd, at 9:30 AM!

Free Zulu!

Zulu with blue sky, designed by Bev, a longtime friend of Zulu

Let’s Show Love to Zulu as Justice is again being delayed!

From the Free Zulu European Campaign Chairperson:

Once again justice is being delayed for our Brother Zulu Whitmore, who had an evidentiary hearing coming up on July, 22, 2019, when the State was supposed to have everything tested by that date, because it was agreed to in open court that there would not be anymore extension in this case.

However Judge Erwin in the 19th judicial district court granted the State another 60-day extension without Zulu’s lawyers being present in court.

A statement from his legal team says, this is not over by a long shot, and they ask that all of Zulu’s supporters show him some love at yet another delay.

Myself and the Free Zulu European Campaign say: show our brother some love with letters of support.

Annabelle Parker
Free Zulu European Campaign

You can reach Zulu here to send him support:

Kenny Zulu Whitmore
86468 – Cypress#3
LA State Prison
Angola, LA 70712
Or via