Writing an Inmate

As prisoners are often moved, you should look up their address with the Department of Corrections' Offender Locator, before mailing them
Please email or call with any questions and we do offer forwarding service, (where you use Forum for Understanding Prisons' address as your return address) if you do no want to give out your address.

contact: Peg Swan 608-536-3993 or pgswan3@aol.com

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Bobby Coil needs support now to get through till release


Bobby Coil 518792
I am an inmate here at WCI , Waupun Correctional Institution in Wisconsin, Doing revocation 2 yrs, 4 ½ months I have had several serious suicide attempts with numerous stitches , the mental torture here is extreme. Staff hate working here, psychologists get paid for nothing or they would rather us kill ourselves than give us treatment. Proof of this is when you go on suicide watch they treat you like garbage, leave the lights on 24-7, leave you naked in a gown, make you sleep on a rubber-hard cowmat; they make you kneel to get your food and if you don’t they will not give you your food, C/o mock  you as do psychologists and no one cares. They just want to spray you with chemicals or taze you, they push you to committing suicide. Under the current supervisor,  Dr Torria Van Buren, five or six inmates have died; cuttings,overdoses, hangings. Ust last month my friend May he rest in peace. (R.I.P.) slit his throat, They found him hours later, We need outside help from people. #INMATE LIVES MATTER TOO.
Contact me : Bobby Coil #518792;WCI; PO Box 351;Waupun, WI 53963

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Christopher Goodvine-a fine litigator, helper, stuck in long term solitary

        Christopher has dedicated himself for years to helping reform Wisconsin's corrupt prison system. Like many litigators, he has spent much of his time in solitary. He does have bouts of harming himself and at present is in desperate need . The prison punishes with more time in solitary those who lose themselves in solitary and cut themselves use other means to exit the situation . The windows in his cell are covered, he never has recreation, almost never gets out of his cell and never gets outside. 
     Christopher was instrumental in helping FFUP prepare and file a multiple plaintiff suit against overuse and abuse of solitary and  is a patient, informed guide. You can  read the suit here-www.prisonforum.org. It is in court, gone successfully through the first stages.Please consider writing this  man.

Christopher Goodvine 319458
GBCI; PO Box 109033
Green Bay, WI 54307

Dear  Friend
I would first like to thank you for visiting this site and reading my profile. Your interest is heartening and, at a time when society is becoming increasingly divide and antagonistic towards the less fortunate; it reaffirms my faith in humanity. Curiosity doesn’t kill the cat, it enriches minds and enlivens the heart!
My poem entitled “BIO..”and my profile info should answer the most important one you undoubtedly have; “why should I write you, Christopher?” Like Kanye said: “God put you in front of me/” meaning you visited this site not just out of curiosity, but fate featured prominently in your decision. Is it your ‘Fate’: to write a prisoner or date an inmate? No.. don’t disparage or DEVALUE your destiny to share this moment with me. Rather, I challenge you to ask yourself: “Why am I sharing this moment with you, Christopher?”
So you see how asking yourself that question promises to enrich your understanding and appreciation of yourself? Well , That’s what I can offer-understanding, appreciation, and friendship that promises to always enrich you as long as you are honest with yourself.
So let’s kick it, enliven, enrichen, explore and more.
I can’t wait to hear from you
                                                    L8TR


                                                                                  “BIO”

RAISED IN THE 80’S
JUMPED OFF THE PORCH IN THE RAIN
NO UMBRELLA, THINGS GOT MUDDY AND CRAZY

SAW CRACKS EPIDEMIC
FELT ITS IMPACT: SHOES WORN AND TORN
CLOTHES DISCARDED OR IMPARTED, FUTURE FORLORN
IT WAS RATHER SYSTEMATIC

NO TIME FOR SCHOOL..
3 SISTER-A MULTITUDE OF NIECES AND NEPHEWS
HAD TO PUT RICE ON THEIR SPOONS

HEARD OF ESCOBAR
AND THE CALI CARTEL: COULDN’T BELIEVE
A GAGGLE OF NARCOTRAFFICANTES COULD CONCEIVE
OF SUCH SOCIAL DESTRUCTION- A NATION BEHIND BARS

ALWAYS EMBRACED THE TRUTH
FOUGHT THE UGLINESS
THAT DEFACED MY YOUTH

DID CRIME, DID TIME
STUDIED ECONOMICS. RELIGION
SEMITIC LANGUAGES, BUSINESS AND LAW-
DID FINE

37 NOW, NOT SO UNCOUTH
AND IF AGE GIFTS SUCH BEAUTY
HOW UNATTRACTIVE MY YOUTH

OF SOUND MIND
WOUNDED, YES-AND DEEPLY SCARRED
WITH LACERATIONS SPECIFIC TO MY DEMOGRAPHIC AND HARD TO DISCARD
STILL A RARE FIND

ATTENTIVE AND OPEN
GR8FUL AN GRACIOUS
PATIENT, WAITING- NOT GROPING


Monday, June 4, 2018

Vonell Shaw, 22 and truly needing a friend

22, Stranded and Innocent

Vonell Shaw :
 #605592;CCI; PO Box 900; 
Portage, WI 53901


Pen-pal Introduction:
My name is Vonell Shaw. I am a 22 year old man from Kenosha, WI born and raised .Growing up I had a very rough life.  I went from home to home and I was never stable ever! It hurt a lot. When I was a child my Mom went to prison for accessory to murder! She left me all alone. She was never in my life until later. I never knew who my Father was. I was raised by my grandmother until she passed away in 2005! I was homeless. I had nowhere to go at age 10. And no one to care or love me. Ate out of garbage cans, slept on park benches and during the winter slept in abandoned houses. I was lost and alone. Growing up I was abuse a lot by my caregiver. I was beat with belts, cords , sticks and whatever was around for no apparent reasons-just because my caregiver was unhappy. I moved back with my mom after her prison stay. She became addicted to drugs and left me on the streets after all that pain I endured before that. I cried every day, asking why? I forgave her! My mom recently passed away! I do not have any family members at all anymore! I’ve lost all contact with everyone I ever know. It hurts a lot. I have a lot of tattoos to cover up that scars and marks I endured during my painful life and abuse! I hurt deep inside everyday! I don’t show on the 0utside. I’m a kind person. I make sure to put others before myself! I love to help people,
I was wrongly convicted of crimes I d od not commit. I am a young Black man and the judicial system used that in consideration to convict me. I don’t personally judge anyone! I treat everyone the same and I seek help from anyone. I am begging, please? No one understands the pain I go through now everyday. I need someone who can write to me and hear my story. Someone who’s willing to help> I beg with all my heart. Please. I have no outside support.
Affidavit of innocence:4 26 18
I was charged with crimes I did not commit,  I sold drugs in exchange for stolen property. The man that sold me drugs assaulted the victim. Because I was in possession of the stolen property I was charged with his crimes. I’m 100% innocent .I was excluded by the Wisconsin State Crimes Lab as to my DNA being found. However, they found unknown male DNA at the victim’s residence. My attorney NEVER submitted the DNA results into evidence. I was on surveillance camera at another location , once the crime occurred. My attorney NEVER obtained the surveillance video. The victim pointed me out in trial as the Black man she remember but she sated the man DID NOT have any tattoos!  I’ve had my neck, arms, hands tattoos years before this crime occurred. I’m 100% innocent, I was wrongfully convicted. I received 30 years in prisoner for crimes I’m innocent of . The police lied. The prosecutor hid evidence. My attorney purposely sold me out. DNA does not lie. There’s innocent people in prison, where DNA exonerated them , In my case, DNA was another Man’s DNA. The police know but I still was found guilty. I’m innocent. Can someone please help me? Please? I’m innocent and had nothing to do with this crime.

Poems
Joy and Pain
My joy is laced with sorrows
On the underside of pain
And even though I wear a smile
It’s tainted by disdain.

This pain I taste is better-sweet
Like dreams of love that’s passed
And shedding tears of ecstasy
That never seem to last

THE FLOWER THAT GREW FROM THE CONCRETE
Like a flower that grew from concrete
That blossomed in the city; nurtured by the hatred of
Violent streets;  AND poisoned by its mask of love or pity;
In cement he spread his roots; no stranger to Hunger, Thirst
And lack; survival of the fittest , and he followed suit.
NO hope of escape nor will to turn back; like a flower that grew from cement. He was adorned with the tines and turns of the street and nothing could move his soul to repent; though many things pushed him to scorn; 
Now soon the flower caught society’s eye; when he began to stand in their way; so they yanked him up-quick-left him to die, and demanded the price he should pay; 
Broke, damaged and wounded, he began to wilt, and what remained of him was run by pain; but yet and still he felt free of all guilt; with no feelings or sorrow or shame; 
Until knowledge and truth rained down on this flower; and filled him with a life- giving stream; releasing him at last from the street’s dark power; and from all of its nightmarish dreams; and still he blooms til this very day -thriving while striving against self defeat; bringing color to places of slate –black and gray; the flower that grew from concrete.
                                                                                                            
Handwritten first letter:


Ali Mursal

Ali Mursal 541673
CCI PO Box 900
Portage, WI 53901
BD 1983, 34 YO
  


Ali Mursal was very withdrawn when he first wrote. He could only write  a few words and they were always the same- he needed love. He would not leave his cell even when he was in general population. He has grown a lot and now talks freely about his feelings. His brother shed some light on Ali problems. The family is from Kenya and when Ali was 7, he saw his father murdered . Ali was treated very badly also. The family are refugees from that period .

Ali needs a friend badly and has  no idea of the give and take friendship requires. We are looking for a mature woman who can regularly write this man and demand of  him more than just testimony of how lonely he is. Like many people who are  confused and desperate, he shows little curiosity about the world around him and is focused ironically on one thing- getting love. The closed and open fist is a good analogy for ALI- his fist is tightly closed- not interested except in one thing- so there is little exchange between him and the world. He is ready to learn however.

I will partner with who ever chooses to help this man- he is less trapped than he was and is going to school for his GED. I have positive feelings about his capacity to learn what true friendship is and I hope someone will come forward to help.
 

If you decide to write this man, feel free to use FFUP return address, Email pgswan3@aol.com to do so.  Also, We can address any questions you have.
yours, Peg Swan

Fredrick Andrew Morris







Fredrick Andrew Morris 579941
GBCI, PO Box 19033
Green Bay, WI 54307
My name is Fredrick Andrew Morris. I am tall , dark, African American.  D.O.B. 7-24-92. I am 25 years of age; 5’11’’ , slim built with a smile that tends to warm hearts. I like music of all kinds, I like to read, learn new things, relaxing, watching movies or t.v,, traveling. I can be described with these words: loyal, honest, dependable, trust worthy, caring, non- judgmental, passionate.

Jermal Jones



 
Jermel Jones 640826
WCI, PO Box 351
Waupun, WI 53963

My name is Jermel Jones. I was born March 2, 1994 and my release date from prison is 3/18/19.  I came to prison on 2/15/17/I never knew my real family . My mother passed away when I was 9 and I never seen my dad . I grew up in C.P.S. and been in group homes all my life. I wish I knew mentors out there who will help inmates. Everyday I wake up I wish I had my mom and dad - I'm sure I would not be in prison. I also have {PTSD disorder, learning disorder. When I was born I was brain dead so I 'm still learning certain things. I have a hard time reading. I have a friend help me read so when you write me back I will be able to understand what you are saying.

Jermel Jones is 23 years old, Born 1994. He has been in foster homes all his life and asks FFUP to help him with a lawsuit and stamps. I can send him a litigation guide and a regular stipend of 5 stamps a month but he really needs a connection with a caring person.- a penpal. I am connecting with EXPO, a group of ex prisoners, and trying to set up a program where newly released inmates get  help upon being dumped by the DOC;yes, the “kids “ like Jermels are returned to society with no resources , no treatment and usually little training. But that is not the problem now- what he needs is a caring soul  to correspond to. Please send him a card if you are that soul. The card can begin the correspondence.

If  you are interested in writing this man and want to use FFUP's return address, email pgswan3@aol.com. We will also answer any questions you have.   .