Writing an Inmate

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

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Juan Xarine Berchar



Juan Xarine -Berchar 139017
CCI
PO Box900
Portage, WI 53901
8 16:Juan is in general population now and still awaits a good friend. easy to write.


Note: Juan is Cuban and came very to the US on the Marial boat lift, and like many who did the same, he is stranded here and in prison . He has no one.

This was note below was written several years ago- Juan went into a deep depression and hurt himself . He needs lots of letters . Short letters are fine, and cards. He is very easy to write.

Hello,

My name is Juan Xarine Berchar. I’m half Spanish and half French, I have never been married. I had two daughters, but unfortunately my oldest daughter passed away 2005. She was 20 years old. My youngest daughter is 17 years old but she do not stay in touch. I do not have anyone to write me.

I would like to know if you would be interested in opening a line of communication with me, I don’t have anyone to visit me and it gets very lonely sometimes. I do not have family in the USA. I want you to know that I’m writing you with the best of intentions, I hope you accept this invitation of friendship I extend to you. Anyway, let me tell you about me.

I am very good at cooking Spanish food . I like chicken, pork chops. I loved rice and beans, I like to listen to jazz, I like dancing, favorite Colo Purple.

I was living in Miami, Fl before I came to WI. I also like to travel, read and go to the movies. I don’t play games with anyone’s feelings because I don’t want anyone to play with mine, I am looking for someone who knows what they want cause I know what I want and what I need. I want to be loved. I need love in my life. I want someone with all my heart and soul. This may sound corny but it’s from the heart. I am, looking for a meaningful relationship- someone who wants a to be loved.

Anyway, in case you want to know , I am not a rapist or killer. I am not here for any sexual case or any violent crime. I was found guilty of burglary and I have been incarcerated for 7 years- I have until 12012 or sooner. I hope you don’t care about my passed because that is just what it is- we can work through this. My life is not over and I have a future. Thank God I a, in good health and am still standing. Well , I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely, Juan


Juan says: “It gets very lonely for me at times as I do not have any family in the US. I am 45 years old; I have never been married. I have two beautiful daughters. My oldest just passed away 3 months ago- she was in a car wreck.
I am hoping and praying to find a friend who will open a line of communication with me, with the possibility of forming a relationship. I am not looking for beauty because beauty is only skin deep. I am looking for someone who is willing to love and be loved. Someone who is honest, loving, caring, and compassionate. Size and color does not matter; or age, because age is only a number. I want someone who has experience life, because I don’t want to play any games. All my life I have been looking for love in all the wrong places. I also want to let you know that my release date is in 2007. I am a very loving and caring person with a lot to give.”

Friday, September 10, 2010

Pierre Williams

Pierre at 21
Pierre Williams #429221;
Milwaukee Secure Detention Facility
P.O. Box 05740
Milwaukee WI 53233
 
 
Pierre wrote this 10 years ago. He is now 31.

Main reason why Pierre wants a penpal:
" I just turned 21 on the 6th of June and Been locked up since I was 16. And all this time I been down and have yet to correspond with any woman from the street or in prison. I wouldn't know how to begin a conversation so that's why I am interested in placing a personal add."

A Few words on what I like to do and what I am like : I love sports, lifting weights, deep romance, conversation and long walks. I'm loving, caring honest, respectful and most of all I am looking for a relationship. I'm 21 and have long black hair, dark brown eyes, 180 lbs and medium build. I would like to write to a woman who knows how to give respect to herself, someone who knows how to hold a conversation.
DOC photo of Pierre 2016 at 31

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Shannon Griffith



Shannon J Griffith; #165268; “Osmo”;
Imax Corr Facility
1576 W Bluewater HWY
Ionia, MI 488846

“ Admittedly socially inept, inmate seeks woman willing to assist in taming 41 year old bachelor able to laugh at self, and far too comfortable without obligations- easily friends at arms length-now seeks firm but gentle social interrelations, something that women tend to be expert at naturally- more experienced with work, plants, animals, books and cars than people, but open-minded. –“Osmo


Quote from letter “ I can’t believe how naïve I really was out there, and understand all too well how easy it is for the rest of society to put such issues as prisons on the pay –no- mind list until actually confronted with being victimized, then being overwhelmed with the convoluted obfuscating system intended to overwhelm them. Hindsight gives me reason for patience with others.

Shannon Griffith

Reality’s Dream’man locked behind a door, in this plight,
seeks woman-kind for sure, to write,
hoping for each letter to delight,
from smell of your perfume,
some spell I more presume,
come, release my mind, this cell entombed,
chum, please, by kind kiss, fell the gloom,
plumb eased, I’d find, bliss well bloomed,
dumb keys, tried to bind, this spirits doom,
a few words, warm and bright, clearer lit,
you girds from harm, my nights mirror it,
thanks to you, lonely tears echewed.,
walls blank views, to golden stairs segued.
by OSMO, Mellowmanic



Nearly Comatose
Because my character, a politician did malign,
easily rationalized by prosecutors of that kind,
In their selfish social ladder climb,
I have to do this time, I’m resigned, admitted,
Tho state’s records prove no crime I committed,
the Courts were aloof, when my rights went poof,
based on a spoof, without any proof,
the jury said woof, my sentence hit the roof,
added an ‘R’, dropped a ‘P’, this men’s prison really isn’t me,
tho seeking for appeal to redeem,
so hoping to repeal the regime,
left with a shred of sanity,
bereft, I shed all vanity,
deft of will, mixed with laughter,
I nixed the tears, swore off fears hereafter,
Blithe still, refusing to blather desperations desolation,
Rather determination, after more than seven years isolation,
Yet it’s to me kinda ironic, they bet by now I’d be catatonic,
Not quite naïve now, I hunger to relieve somehow,
These cold, dark, and lonelies, if you’ll just do,
Please, hear, hark and hold with a few only’s as cue,
Keenly seeking friendship correspondence only, true,
Freely speaking my mind, so long as you’re comfortable only, too,
Deeply sublime, maybe someone will reply this time thru,
if meekly signed only., adieu.
by OSMO, Mellowmanic

Vindications’ PYRRIC Rhapsody
Imprisoned, forcefed my frustration, envision, refused recourse of expression, without cessation, division infused, perforce rape burns colder than imagination, misprission imbued, divorced Racespurns boldermans salvation, for missing opportunities heaven sent, world’s Damnation, forfeiting opportunities I represent, ensures conflagration, forgetting realities high percent, pure amalgamation, my only comfort, knowing I’ll have vengeance in the end, imprecation, in seeing the world high and dry, if only when I die, abdegnation, by leaving treasures lie, where I mine them, for all nations, believing their minds too blind for that kind, due Greedspall, assimilation, having stolen my youth freedom ad empathy, ablation, you steel from yourselves, my humanity, abilty and utility, mendication, your authoritarians lack of humility is an insanity, an exercise in futility, dedication,invalid, all creation, if chosen, even one suffers, unjustifiably worse, translation, heaven being never born to begin with, death is a gift, Life must be a curse, Explanation. Osmo,mellowmanic

Say It O.I.C.R.N. Organizations Implement Constructive Reforms Now
Everyone must do their part to dismember the government sponsored dysfunctional monetary machine of socio-economic terrorism, perpetuated by corrupt governments corporate conspiracy under color of law, due their abandoning oath’s duty to professional standards when administering CGARTER clearly established in Declaration of Independence to first and foremost protect individuals from abuse of authority as guaranteed by priority of Constitutional Amendments enacted on behalf of all peoples.Grifith V US (subname) Griffith V. DOC etal.
History and public records demonstrate above all else, that violence does NOT work since it only provides jusification for increased authoritarianism, further, that all governments are REGRESSING to emulate “Star Chamber” hearings outlawed In the 16th century, and most importantly, we have credible veracity, Bush etal, can’t hope to steal nor buy, and Relinquist, etall, just doesn’t have it, to sell.
WE NEED to establish automonous network inter/national co-councel coordinating external legal contacts representing majority, due most prisons, no direct correspondence between prisoners, fpr this MASSIVE multinational class action to be filed simultaneously across US<>

Glen Turner

BIRTHDATE: 5/6/73; age : 38; Race B; height 5'9" height 5' 9";weight 172; eye color Brn; Hair: Black; convicted of 1st degree intentional homicide; release date: N/A; PED 6-18-2017


R-U- Tired of Games? Tired of Lies? Well so am I. So lets join together and create something special. I believe that the game of life is a game best played in Teams. Alone we've gotten this far, now lets experience the unlimited measures, "us" together can achieve. I am a single black man, 36 years years of age, 176 lbs with an athletic build, brown eyes and no children. I love to Travel. I enjoy reading, writing, music, writing poetry and meeting new and interesting people. Very loyal , dedicated and focused on success. A team player.... CHOOSE ME AND WIN !!!!
Glenn T. Turner # 244614
GBCI
Po box 19033
Green Bay, WI 54307
USA

Sonniel Rocardo Gidarisingh

My name is Sonniel Rocardo Gidarisingh.
I am a jamaican by birth and currently incarcerated in the Wisconsin Prison System in the United States of America.
I was born in Kingston Jamaica (5/13/1971).I am 38 years old, 5'10" and slim build. I have been in America since Dec. 14th, 1992, I am very interested in corresponding or communicating with females from all over the world, between the ages of 21 years to 60 years old who are very openminded and also interested in helping me fight the struggles of inmates, including myself, in the Wisconsin Prison System. I am a very liberal person and would enjoy the friendship of liberal minded females of all races. I am 3/4 black and 1/4 Indian. I am looking for a true friend and I will greatly appreciate your friendship, I am an openminded person who values loyalty and honesty. I enjoy interacting and meeting people of all race and culture and I value wisdom and knowledge and strive to learn the law in America to fight for prisoners rights in the Wisconsin Prison System.
I like listening to reaggea Music, R&B and Hip hop. I have been incarcerated in the Wisconsin prison system for 13 years now and have no one to communicate with, so if you are interested, drow me a line at:
Sonniel R. Gidarisingh # 287108
Green Bay Corr. Inst
CCI
PO Box 900
Portage, Wi 53901
USA.
I look forward to hearing from you and become your friend.
Write me as soon as you can, please send me pictures of yourself.
One love SONIEL

David Wilson


David M Wilson #200270
PO Box 900
Portage, WI 53901

Hello Special Lady,
I reach out through this vast distance in hope of finding a lady that will allow us to sit down in friendship together. This is a sincere plea from a lonely incarcerated men in search of a positive , non judgmental, compassionate woman. Please know that what I present to you shall always be pure, for my need for your friendship is true. Life is a process of making mistakes, learning from them and making wise choices. No one is perfect but we all become better with each new day when we ready to learn and grow. Will you please be the center of my attention as I view this world through your lovely eyes.

Brief description of me:
I’m a 43 years young Black man /cocoa brown complexion/ bald head/6 feet tall . I weigh 252 pounds with a solid athletic build. I’m a fun, outgoing person. I write poems, study law, criminal justice and real estate. I write essays to kids, trying to keep them from becoming criminals. We must change the cycle. One of my goals is to be a criminal private investigation who will assist defense attorneys during trials. There is a lot of injustice that goes on in the court room. Someone must help. I also do ceramics.
Please except my hand in friendship and let us explore the positive journey together.

Always remember:
The worst prison
Is a closed heart
May your words be a message to my heart.
I thank you dearly.

Cordell - Marquis Carter




Cordell - Marquis Carter #385151
WCI PO Box 351; Waupun, WI 35963

Mr Dythanyl Mushatt



Mr Dythanyl Mushatt #186772
PO Box 5000;
Florence, AZ 85132-5000

As a 41 year old retired naval yeoman 3rd class and now incarcerated, please allow me to explain myself.

Originally from N.Y.C. and in the unfortunate circumstance of facing the next 20 years in the Arizona State Prison system. I think back on the obvious spontaneous bad decision which brought me to this place. I cannot dwell on what has been done. While rueful for myself and repentant over the crime, i must look forward and by doing so fill my time with positive and creative endeavors. That is why my immediate ambition is to somehow, with the kind assistance of either individuals or organizations take on and complete a sponsored 'para legal' course which will be officially recognized and fit me for the future.

To this end perhaps, in some way I will atone for my one-time fatal, anti-social error, by putting myself in the position of assistance to fellow inmates so hard pressed for outside legal representation.
I enjoy inter-action with interesting people and at the same time consummate reading of current affairs. I have traveled extensively and believe some of my life accounts are of particular intrigue to other people who really do enjoy the life experience.

At this time my desire is to invoke interest from the civilian world to a point of continued communication. Someone may be encouraged to strike a long term 'penpal' sort of friendship. I will not plague your life through negative influences, nor will i display selfish motives by gesturing an open palm through letters in the search for financial gain.

Simply, i wish to try hard, to spark my own interests, to regain my sanity and to be of some ultimate good use to society as i see it from within these walls.

Please give me a try as another human being who has erred and truly wants to count in this world.
Thankyou.
Dythanyl

Mr Dythanyl Mushatt # 186772; PO Box 3200; Florence, AZ 85132



Note: this is another man we have known for a long time.- a gem .

Lorenzo Balli: Notes From A Drowning Man


Lorenzo Balli #238265;
GBCI
PO Box 19033;
Green Bay. WI 54307

Sometimes in our journey through life we happen to discover what is known as an alternate reality. Each of us lives in a microcosm, seeing outside the box is rare. The majority of people see and hear of others who have similar life styles to their own, only worlds apart, Then there are news reports exposing these alternate worlds, only these reports are mere fragments, distinct apparitions that fade away one the channel is changed- the documentation is never really seen, felt, heard, or smelled, without such one could never empathize nor comprehend the images depicted. Fortunately or unfortunately enough, you have either stumbled unconsciously, or boldly entered a domain that very few people care to thin k about, or are simply too lost in their own microcosm to even consider alternate realities. Therefore I confide in you, brave and willing enough to enter this cataclysmic maze. I speak to you as the closest friend in order to obtain a piece of solace in a world of hurt and pain. I understand the obstacles before me, the stereotypes, and ill preconceptions. I can only hope to overcome all odds by extending myself offering you to encounter someone real in a world of phantoms, a piece of my insanity in exchange for a grain of hope. I offer depth, describing my world, because with understanding I may reach one person who could feel the absolute wrongness of this system that is stifling the life out of their fellow man then maybe, just maybe, change is possible. I have decided to document what life means to me, not that I believe it is beautiful or even that the world wants to know, or even cares what goes on in the American justice system, because I honestly believe no one does care. No, I write because the act of writing is my catharsis. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe someone out there does care and will reach out to me and again, maybe not… From the edge of silence and insanity my eyes close.


Note from poster: I work with many prisoners and this man is one of the most eloquent and far seeing I have met. The brutality of the system has caught him fast and he is in perpetual segregation, hanging on threads. He is not demanding and wonderful to write. If you choose to write him , I am available for support. Peg swan, founding member Forum for understanding Prisons (FFUP) swansol@mwt.net
Lorenzo's penpal post:
BIRTHDATE: 12/15/77
AGE: 32

RACE: native GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 6" WEIGHT: 210
EYE COLOR: Drk Brown HAIR COLOR: Drk Brown

CONVICTED OF: reckless homicide RELEASE DATE: 2030


Description: Someone who can see post the fallibility of human nature and be willing to be a mentor? Someone capable of bringing an open heart to the conversations of life? Are you willing to give and receive friendship and understanding? If you answered yes to any of these questions then, I am looking for you.

Everyone has a story, I would love to hear yours. I hope to find a friend, someone to laugh with , to learn with and get to know.
I have little to offer you except friendship, a poetic heart and an artistic soul. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your possible friend? ( smile)
Lorenzo



Lorenzo Balli #238265
Green Bay Corr Inst
PO Box 19033
Green Bay, WI 54307
What Is The Definition Of Life?


What exactly is life?

Lets pause for a second to reflect and ask ourselves this very simple question. To some it will be easy to define; for others it will be complex.
To you, life may be an adventure, an opportunity to experience f all of the beautiful things that the world has to offer. But to me,my view of life is something completely different; the birth of one long tragedy. Life to me is one huge hurdle that I must jump over to escape into the abyss of nothingness, of darkness, of silence. Life is a place of screams for me, of regrets, of abject pain, of humiliation, degredation and abasing bondage. Life to me is torture, loss of identity and self-worth. Life is the epitome of hell. To me life is my nemesis.
But death? Death is a fickle friend, a comforting spirit, a permanent vacation from all of the horrors of life. Death is a cunning evader, a taunter and a seductress whom teases me while I hang suspended with a rope cutting into my neck while being cut down from my vent.
Death taunts me mercilessly while I lay naked on a concrete floor clothed in my own blood, with tears of anger and anguish forming small puddles,mixing with the pools of blood surrounding me.
Life is an adversary, a tormentor of my existence. Life is a reminder of everything that I'll never be able to enjoy. Life is best described in a metaphor, it's as if I am drowning in a sea of filth but can never die. Life to me is a reality of being beaten, gassed, electrocuted, strapped down, denied warmth, denied the voice that you once loved. Life is a realm devoid of all emotions except pain, misery, hatred and sorrow. If you could imagine such an existence, would you honestly be a proponent for the abolishment of the death penalty or the right to live?

My definition of life is utterly incomprehensible, until experienced. My reality will differ from those who can have their cake and eat it too. Could you imagine being an artist but couldn't create the burning visions of your being because you are now blind, or if you were dying of thirst with a pitcher of ice water right in front of you but couldn't reach it because you were immobilized? A poet who couldn't write and was deaf, how would you feel if you were that poet?

This is my definition of life as a United States prisoner confined in Wisconsin's Concentration Camp. To the average person the things that I've stated are unspeakable, incomprehensible and most would be unable to fully grasp. My life is subjected to petty nit-pickers -defined by pointless and overbearing rules. Every grain of hope or pleasure is subject to scrutiny and at the mercy of any whimsical fancy of any 18 year-old kid fresh out of high school abusing the power bestowed upon him by society for his amusement or pleasure.

Count your valuables as I do: 10 pictures in your possession at a time; 4 magazines; 6 books; 2 bars of soap; 1 deodorant; a maximum of 25 letters; 2 pencils; 2 pens; 1 religious book; a thin cot or pallet; 2 woolen five foot blankets; 2 sheets; 1 thin, lumpy pillow; 1 toothbrush and 1 tube of toothpaste. These are my private stock of pleasures. If you are unfortunate, you will not have the pictures, books, deodorant, pencils pens or letters. You're given just enough to subsist, enough to not starve but not enough to satisfy your hunger. You are given just enough heat so that you won't freeze but not enough so that you are not cold.

In this maze I have 10 paces. I count them forward, stop, spin around, 10 paces, stop and turn around. This is my walk in the park. When I'm angry I have 4 paces, stop, turn around.... If you're lucky, you have someone to send you money to purchase hygiene, paper and stamps. If not, you will stink. I know this because the State gives you 2 hotel-sized mini bars of soap per week. No deodorant, shampoo or skin lotion. If you pace, you may sweat and smell sour like onions. I have gotten used to it because I have no choice. You get used to using whatever you can salvage. You salvage and hoard everything and anything. I get 2 showers per week, clean underwear, a shirt and a pair of socks twice a week, and clean sheets and pants once a week.
If you have no money you must beg your fellow prisoners for pens, pencils and paper. These items are not freely given to you. If you have no money to buy food you will stay hungry. Water is free so I drink lots of it in attempts to fool my stomach.... Ten paces forward, stop, turn around, get a drink, 10 paces.

If you're sick you turn to religion; first Christianity, then Islam, then Buddhism. Pretty soon you're either an Atheist or a Devil Worshipper because you have a better chance of the Devil performing a miracle for you than getting any help from medical. If you back pain, try not to move. Don't walk if you have hip pain. Close your eyes if you have a migraine headache. This reminds me of a joke that my father once told me. He said, "A man tells his doctor that whenever he turns his head a certain way he gets blinding pain. The doctor simply told him not " to turn his head that way." this is no longer a joke but a reality.

I seem to wonder, at times, if the joke is real or not. Life is no joking matter when it's full of pain.
Life to me is a world where if you complain too loudly you will go to the hole. If you speak out of place while enroute to the hole you will find yourself face-down on the floor hoping that they don't break your good arm or leg because then you'll really have something to cry about. Life is a place where you are placed naked in a room for 72 hours, "if you're good," and an additional 24 hours if you're not. This can be extended every 24 hours according to the prison's rules outlined in the Wisconsin Administrative Code. Legally they can electrocute you, beat you up and strap you down, all under the guise of necessary use of force. They say, "We are authorized to use force, chemical agents, electrocution 2000 and place you on control status." It's all legal. I'm treated like a bull about to be slaughtered instead of like a human being. At least a butcher has the decency to kill his victims.

Life is a realm where if you finally give up you break the rules and shred a sheet (in violation of prison rule 303.35 - Damage or alteration of state property, - which is punishable with up to 180 days in isolation), then you carefully put the strips through the ventilation holes in the wall, you braid this and make a slip knot. You do this once the guard makes his round or "wellness check." You have exactly one hour to accomplish this. If you're lucky you will be dead within the hour or discovered unconscious, but alive, then the horrors begin anew.

Life is a world where you're placed naked in an observation room with no pallet or blanket. The cold air mocks you as it blows out the vent. The officers and psychologists mock you by saying, "It's the rules; you're being denied a pallet and clothes for your own protection." Your eyes sting, "You should have thought about that before you hung yourself ..." "l did!" you scream. "I'm supposed to be dead!" Now it's unlikely that you'll get anything anytime soon because it's "for your own protection." Eyes fill with stinging, overflowing pain. You stare at your sink. You wonder how much it will hurt if you jump off of it head first onto the concrete floor. You ask yourself, "Would my head bust open and I die instantly? Will I be in agony for hours or, worse yet, paralyzed?" Weighing the pros and cons you think, If I land just right with the right amount of weight, I'm positive I could die instantly." You get up on steady feet. Committed now, you shakily get on your sink. "Don't think," you repeatedly tell yourself but your mind races and calculates all of the possibilities. Settling on the chance of ending this "lifemare," your heart beating rapidly, you bend at the knees, jump and dive head first. "Oh my God!" Pain shoots through your neck. "I landed wrong!" You think your reflexes worked against you by making you unwillingly bow your head. Now your neck and shoulders scream with pain. There is blood trickling down the side of your face and all you feel is pain, hatred and self-loathing. You have to try again. You must hurry before the guards strap you down. Hurry! Your adrenaline is pumping and your heart is racing. Slowly you emerge upright and climb onto the sink. If you're lucky you will die; if not, you will be strapped down. "The straps are biting into my skin!" you protest as they tighten the velcro straps to your wrists, neck, ankles and chest. "They're cutting off my circulation!" you scream. The nurse says, "They're fine.",, "But look; my fingers are blue!" you shoot back. But the nurse just , r stands there looking bored, "it's for your protection," the nurse parrots. Your back aches, you are immobilized. You can't twist, turn or scratch the itch on the side of your ear that's driving you crazy.

You're subjected to being observed naked by male and female guards. You feel humiliated. You need to scream in order to drown out the screams of other prisoners in different states of distress. ......

Life to me is a world full of screams that echo through the catacombs of Hell. The screams overlap each other: "I need to see a nurse!" "where's my property?!" Profanity hurled. Violence spewed at the guards, at each other and then finally at ourselves. Life to me is 10 paces forward, turn around; the tearing of sheets; hoarding toilet paper; kicking on the door for a nurse; screaming at anyone unlucky enough to stumble upon my world; hurling epithets for being awakened out of my sleep. Life-is a vision which burns in my head that no matter how many hours I scrape paint off of the doors with a staple, or burn pencil, wood for charcoal, or paint with ink I will never fully document either on walls, doors or paper in words or depicted images. I can never depict this Inferno which Dantes speaks of.

Life is a world where I will lay down immobile, strapped down thinking of complex compositions, of flow, of lighting, of havoc, of this itch on the side of my ear, of the throbbing pain in my back....
Life is filled with dry tears and harsh curses to God, Yahweh, Buddha, fate, destiny, Allah, Satan until the words spew from my mouth in a blood curdling scream, "I will kill you all!




What is the Definition of Life as Original Letter















Luis Ramirez describes a bad cycle

Ramirez here outlines well what mentally ill prisoners go through in prison. FFUP tries to help them keep healthy with encouraging letters and it does not take much to give people a sense that there is a kinder world outside and something to work for.


Luis Ramirez
CCI
P.O.Box 900
Portage, Wi 53901 – 0900


First I’m sorry for the errors, I’m Dislexic and can’t follow directions to well

I’m bipolar and learning disabled but they want me to learn there rules I’ve been in segregation for 9 years because I get a conduct report and I get mad because they gave me so much time I cuss them all out then I get more conduct reports then I get mad about these new conduct report’s that I catch more conduct reports.
This becomes a never ending cycle but now I’m being placed on A.C. I was on A.C. in Waupun corr, inst. I get transferred to CCI and I was told that they would let me go in in CCI but CCI keeps me on A.C. I did l8 months and I just got fedup and I went off so now the cycle of catching C.R. has started back up sometimes I get so mad I want to just kill myself just to get out of this segregation. I’m tired of always walking around in handcuff’s I just need one try one chance and I’ll prove that I can behave but they won’t give it to me.
This same thing 12 other mentally unstable inmates are going through . Can you please help me because I’m only a day away from killing myself I can’t take this anymore. Can you please help us.

Respectfully Luis Ramirez

Here is a penpal post he filled out in hopes someone will be his friend:
BIRTHDATE:6-12-75
AGE: 35

RACE: Latino GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 185
EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: black

CONVICTED OF: Armed Robbery RELEASE DATE: M.R.2028


Description:
I was born in Guatama, Puerto Rico. I’m into the law. I’ve thought about becoming a paralegal and hopefully my dream will come true. My hobbies are sports, reading, dancing, and biking. My favorite food is lasagna. My favorite Dessert is German chocolate cake. My favorite music is salsa in Spanish and metalica in English.

I’m looking to have all the better things in life and I’m going to work hard in order to get them. If you think you could be one of these better things in my life, please don’t hesitate to write me.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Jeff Poff

Jeff Poff #390966
WCI; PO BOX 351;
WAUPUN , WI 53963

Jeff First wrote me to tell me he had been beaten and maced by guards after being told he would be going back to segregation. Jeff had hesitated, was not resisting, but also not moving. He is one of the men FFUP works with to keep sane and healthy. He is now is writing a book and pursuing a lawsuit concerning his injuries . Often , the law is the only thing the prisoners have to turn to to keep hope up, for there are no resources in segregatiuon and law materials are mandated by the courts.
This man is very easy to write, not demanding, and appreciates all letters.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Lorenzo Balli



Lorenzo Balli is a very courageous man, fighting conditions in segregation . He is honest and clearsighted, and often self destructive, partly because conditons in segregation are intolerable. He needs friends badly. As with all prisoners listed on our web , we do provide middle man service if you do not want to give any prisoner your address. - you can use our address as your return address. For information about this program, email swansol@mwt.net.



Lorenzo Balli #238265
GBCI, PO Box 19033
Green Bay, WI 54307

Searching for Friendship

My name is Lorenzo Solvano Balli.

Everyone has a story and I’d like to be able to hear yours , and maybe be given a chance to share mine.. Although we may be worlds apart, there are qualities of understanding, patience, and the willingness to extend themselves- these qualities are what brings people together from all walks of life and creates that social bond called friendship. I hope I can be given that chance to be a friend to you and we can get to know each other.

Another time he wrote:
Sometimes in our journey through life we happen to discover what is known as an alternate reality. Each of us lives in a microcosm, seeing outside the box is rare. The majority of people see and hear of others who have similar life styles to their own, only worlds apart, Then there are news reports exposing these alternate worlds, only these reports are mere fragments, distinct apparitions that fade away one the channel is changed- the documentation is never really seen, felt, heard, or smelled, without such one could never empathize nor comprehend the images depicted. Fortunately or unfortunately enough, you have either stumbled unconsciously, or boldly entered a domain that very few people care to thin k about, or are simply too lost in their own microcosm to even consider alternate realities. Therefore I confide in you, brave and willing enough to enter this cataclysmic maze. I speak to you as the closest friend in order to obtain a piece of solace in a world of hurt and pain. I understand the obstacles before me, the stereotypes, and ill preconceptions. I can only hope to overcome all odds by extending myself offering you to encounter someone real in a world of phantoms, a piece of my insanity in exchange for a grain of hope. I offer depth, describing my world, because with understanding I may reach one person who could feel the absolute wrongness of this system that is stifling the life out of their fellow man then maybe, just maybe, change is possible. I have decided to document what life means to me, not that I believe it is beautiful or even that the world wants to know, or even cares what goes on in the American justice system, because I honestly believe no one does care. No, I write because the act of writing is my catharsis. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe someone out there does care and will reach out to me and again, maybe not… From the edge of silence and insanity my eyes close.


Two other sights featuring Lorenzo:

http://daytodayadvocacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/lawsuit-complaint.html: conditions of confinetment is segregation are grapically described. Lorenzo is trying to make life more humane for all confined there.
http://balliwords.blogspot.com/



Juan Xarine-Berchar

Juan Xarine-Berchar #139017
Columbia Correctional Institution; CCI
PO Box 900
Portage, Wi 53901

Note: Juan is Cuban and came very to the US on the Mario boat lift, and like many who did the same, he is stranded here and in prison . He has no one.

This was note below was written several years ago- Juan went into a deep depression and hurt himself . He is now doing better and has been transferred to WRC, the only institution that treats people with emotional trouble or mental illness. He needs lots of letters . Short letters are fine, and cards. He is very easy to write.

Hello, My name is Juan Xarine Berchar. I am 50 years old. I’m half Spanish and half French, I have never been married. I had two daughters, but unfortunately my oldest daughter passed away 2005. She was 20 years old. My youngest daughter is 17 years old but she do not stay in touch. I do not have anyone to write me.

I would like to know if you would be interested in opening a line of communication with me, I don’t have anyone to visit me and it gets very lonely sometimes. I do not have family in the USA. I want you to know that I’m writing you with the best of intentions, I hope you accept this invitation of friendship I extend to you.

Anyway, let me tell you about me. I am very good at cooking Spanish food . I like chicken, pork chops. I loved rice and beans, I like to listen to jazz, I like dancing, favorite Colo Purple. I was living in Miami, Fl before I came to WI. I also like to travel, read and go to the movies. I don’t play games with anyone’s feelings because I don’t want anyone to play with mine, I am looking for someone who knows what they want cause I know what I want and what I need. I want to be loved. I need love in my life. I want someone with all my heart and soul. This may sound corny but it’s from the heart. I am, looking for a meaningful relationship- someone who wants a to be loved.

Anyway, in case you want to know , I am not a rapist or killer. I am not here for any sexual case or any violent crime. I was found guilty of burglary and - I have until 2012 or sooner. I hope you don’t care about my past because that is just what it is- we can work through this. My life is not over and I have a future. Thank God I am in good health and am still standing. Well , I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely, Juan Xarine Berchar,



in another letter Juan says: “It gets very lonely for me at times as I do not have any family in the US. I am 45 years old; I have never been married. I have two beautiful daughters. My oldest just passed away 3 months ago- she was in a car wreck.
I am hoping and praying to find a friend who will open a line of communication with me, with the possibility of forming a relationship. I am not looking for beauty because beauty is only skin deep. I am looking for someone who is willing to love and be loved. Someone who is honest, loving, caring, and compassionate. Size and color does not matter; or age, because age is only a number. I want someone who has experience life, because I don’t want to play any games. All my life I have been looking for love in all the wrong places. I also want to let you know that my release date is in 2007. I am a very loving and caring person with a lot to give.”

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Albert Brantley

Albert L. Brantley 470155
Waupun Corr. Inst.
P.O. BOX #351
Waupun, WI 53963-0351

I write this with hopes that it is life changing, and I am introduced to someone who can provide the type of support that keeps me grounded and focused. My name is, Albert Lavon Brantley, I'm 28 years old, 6*4" in height, 260 Ibs. (muscular build)... I really expect to come into contact with some one, so I must let all you ladies know who I am.

For starts, my up-bringing was not easy for me, being the oldest was hard. I grew up in a single parent home with 1 brother & 3 sisters. Living in Michigan was okay, but not great for my future as you can see. Poverty led me into a life of crime when I was young, at the age of 16, I ended up in juvenile for Auto Theft, my introduction to crime cost me 5 years of my life.

I was released when I turned 21 years old. While incar­cerated I acquired my G.E.D., and learned a vocational trade. Being locked up, I learned my lesson and proceeded to live my life here in Wisconsin as a produc­tive member of society. Losing the love and support of my family while in juvenile, I was alone but determined to make it on my own.

I was working and attending a Technical College; An accident took away my second chance. I was in a car accident that killed a person, and I was sent back to prison, even though it was clearly an accident. I've been locked up for about 3 years now. My situation is dire to say the least, with no friends or family prison life is beyond burdensome.

A constant struggle to survive. It is difficult for me to attempt to continue in bettering myself without any support from the outside world, which is the point of this website pasting. I'm looking for someone compassionate who under­stands that sometimes challenging situations acquire assistance. I hope to start a friendship that grows and last a lifetime...

Much Respect Lavon