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Attention, seeking philanthropists, clergy, attorneys, prayer partners, and snail mail pen-pals to mentor. Leave comments and write me. Overwhelm my address with introductory good Samaritan letters and selfies.

James Terry 373986
Wisconsin Secure Program Facility
P.O. Box 9900
Boscobel, WI 53805

The state of WI vs. James Terry (case 98CF2416) is a wrongful conviction of an innocent man. 16 years and counting. Erroneously imprisoned for crimes I never committed. Please come to the rescue and help an indigent minority overturn a 35-year miscarriage of justice.

I can't breathe.

I'm without family, friends, or the ability to work an earning wage of significance. At mail call, I'm bullied and ridiculed because I don't know anyone who will write to me.

Owe no one anything except obligation to love one another, for he who loves another has fulfilled the law.
Romans 13:8

November 13, 1998 (Friday 13th) I was victimized by a racial profile stereotype hoax. Paula M. Koehn (17, DOB 3/29/81, 708 S. Spring St., Beaver Dam, WI, Ph.#: 920-885-4847) filed a false police report. She lied that a stranger abduction by pimp off state St. Madison, WI for a 12-hour period midnight Nov. 8, Sunday, until noon Nov. 9 with an act of fellatio. Events which never occurred. Due to an alleged five-day delayed reaction in reporting, DNA swabs and sexual assault kit samples of her mouth were never done.

University of Wisconsin Innocence Project refuses assistance because no DNA evidence. Thus far, Paula Koehn's unwillingness to tell the truth and recant her lies.

Chronology:
Oct. 29, 1998: I arrived from Des Moines, Iowa to Madison, WI on Saturday, Nov. 7, 5:30 PM when Paula Koehn approached us and requested $10 to suck both of our dicks. I asked her how old she was. She said 19. I carded her. She was 17. I stated that 17 is the age of consent, which it is! See count 1!

We walked behind some buildings and she performed fellatio on each of us separately. SP. actually.

The three of us separated individually leaving in our own directions. Later that evening, while on State St., approximate on 10:30 PM, I was walking with two UW students when Paula Koehn and Nicholas Winters, a b/m friend of hers, approaches us. Winters starts talking to both of us and Paula Koehn asked me if I wanted to cruise with her in her car.

I had never witnessed a cruise in Madison and, to date, I'm not aware of where, if any street, there's cruising in Madison.

I digress. I said yes. She parked on East Side near a soccer field. We talked. She told me about her son, father, and sister. I was wearing two pairs of socks, which made my shoes fit tight. Plus, it had started to snow. I took off my socks, put back on shoes, and placed socks under ventilation heat/air conditioner duct. She climbed over from the driver's seat into my lap and arms for warmth. She asked me twice if I would marry her. Both times I said no because I don't even know her.

Keep in mind, I recently saw her perform fellatio on two penises. I'm not about to kiss her or anything else. We fell asleep. In the morning of Sunday, Nov. 8, 1998, my socks are wet because of leaking ventilation. I ask her to take me to laundry.

She takes me to East Washington Laundry. I go in with her and with additional clothes in my backpack. I wash a load. We go across the street to Burger King until clothes need to be placed in the drier. After they're dried, she drops me off downtown Sunday, Nov. 8 around 10:30 AM. I go to UW student union and watch almost both games of NFL football. 6 PM, I left and walked up State St.

I hear, "Hey! My nigger!" I look in the crowd. I'm walking with noticing that I'm the only black man. So I cross the street, and it's two white guys, the main one being Steve Lewis who says he wants to sell me a $10 bag of marijuana. Gatlin, his partner in crime, says it's a $20 bag. I said, "No, it's a $10 bag," and Steve goes into the alley. I follow, mentioning that his coat is nice and I'll give him my coat. $20 for the bag of weed plus his coat. We trade. I notice his shoulders.

I go to a homeless shelter, sign in, and spend the night. Nov. 3, I acquired a job at Professional Speaking Inc., needing to be at work on Monday, Nov. 9, 9 AM. I arrive to work on time.

Nov. 12, 100 Block State St., Paula Koehn's friends, Kristin Jurak (white female, DOB 11/23/81, 318 Mohican Pass, Deforest, WI) and Christopher L. Irons (black male, DOB 8/7/80, 210 E. Badger Road, Madison, WI) were arguing. Kristin called him a nigger. I didn't know they were Paula Koehn's friends. I called Irons to the side, making him aware that if your woman is publicly exercising racist remarks towards you, you know the relationship is rationally doomed for failure.

Kristin Jurak, Friday 13, 1998, walks into Madison Police Department, files one false police report against me. Rides with an officer to Taco Bell on State St. where they find Paula Koehn, who files a report. Steve Lewis was approached Sunday, Nov. 8, by police asking why and Gatlin were arguing. That's when he filed his.

All three cases consolidated. At bench trial, judge was overzealous and myopic due to racist hyperbole. Verdict was credibility determination.

Good Samaritans:

Wisconsin Secure Program Facility policy money orders or cashier checks payable to:
James Terry 373986
Wisconsin Secure Program Facility, inmate accounts
P.O. Box 1000
Boscoble, WI 53805

Letters and photos without m/o's to:
James Terry 373986
Wisconsin Secure Program Facility, inmate accounts
P.O. Box 1000
Boscoble, WI 53805

Let brotherly love continue. Do not forget to entertain strangers. By doing so, some have unwittingly entertained angels. Remember the prisons as if chained with them. Those who are mistreated. Since you yourselves are in the body also. Hebrews 13:1-3

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