Some words from Cleveland4 supporters on this day.
The Cleveland 4 are always in need of funds, Right now we don't even have enough to send them 50$ each for next month. The majority of their commisary donations go to food, phone calls, letters, hygeine products and clothes. Every penny donated is a HUGE help. http://www.gofundme.com/cleveland4
It's been two years since the Cleveland 4 got arrested. It's been 2 years since my whole world went flying in every direction while I frantically tried grasping on to the pieces. I remember the days before they were entrapped and taken away. They where used and they were taken away because we decided to fight back against injustice. They are gone because we decided to fight back against corruption.
I'll never forget their first day in court; the sound of their chains rattling against the floor of a Cleveland federal court room. I had never seen them so distraught, so gray. I tried my best to mask my tears. It took everything I had not to scream and reach out to them to hug and tell them "It's going to be ok!"
The first visit was heart wrenching. I hardly slept the night before and I drank coffee for the first time on my way. Chain smoking every ounce of nicotine I could possibly fill my lungs with. Then we sat in that CCA lobby. I remember thinking how cold it felt. Unwelcoming.. My hands shook as we went through those first set of bars. It felt suffocating sitting between those locked metal doors, just waiting to see my friends, my comrades, my family. We talked, and smiled, and tried to laugh as much as we could muster. Tried talking as fast as we could because every second was closer to having to leave. Then I went to see Brandon, my lover at the time. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to bring up what had happened, I just wanted to give him an hour to be happy, not dwell on what had run through his mind every moment since the arrest. He just needed to smile. All I could think to do was press my hand against that plexi-glass that separated us from leaping into each others arms. We pressed out foreheads together and just smiled, taking in as much as we could. I'll never forget how heart breaking it was to leave that day. The few hours it took to drive home seemed like a eternity, a never ending highway.
Well, its been a while since ive written anything but here it is.
Ive been in united states penitentiary Hazelton for a year now. I had what the BOP calls a "management variable" on me (to be able to bring me to a penitentiary). My management variable expired and so I had my review and my case manager put me in for a transfer to a medium security prison. The BOP headquarters had other plans for me. They put a new management variable on me for two more years. So I have to go another two years without a shot (incident report), to be able to go to a medium. It is almost impossible to go without a shot for three years. Well, Im probably going to be in pens for my whole sentence, so I figured I should start writing a lot more. The worst that could happe is getting transfered to a CMU (communication management unit) in either Terre Haute Indiana or Marion Illinois.
On Tuesday January 7th someone got stabbed in my unit. It was the worst on that ive seen so far since ive been here, so we're currently locked down.
The food that they give us during lockdown is a complete joke. At lunch they're supposed to give us a hot sandwitch (normally gas station type hamburgers) and today the ones we recieved were still completely frozen. We're supposed to get four slices of bread for lunch with pb&j and four slices for dinner with lunch meat. Since we've been locked down we've only gotten three slices each for each of those meals. This place is run so fucked up for the past few weeks. Before we got locked down Ive been trying to get new clothes because every twelve months they are supposed to give you new clothes and they are refusing to give me them. All of my socks have holes in them. Last night it was -10 degrees outside and the air coming out of the vents was blowing cold air. The walls here are concrete with no insulation. Please write me.
We need to raise 300$ to pay of Josh's court costs. Since his trial was later then Brandon, Doug and Connor's, his fines have yet to be paid. They are now taking money out of the little bit of commisary he gets! Please help by donating to pay off his court fines and spreading the word!
We raised enough to get them all clothes, shoes, stamps and everything else on Josh, Doug, and Connor wish lists! (Brandon just wants books, if you can get him some please check the link below) But if you would still like to donate, you can always help by donating to their commissary funds here
Books If you send and of the Cleveland 4 books, please email firstname.lastname@example.org to let us know so we can take it off the wishlist!