Reply ID: 8nxv

9/26/16: 12:10pm: Listening To: Strangers In The Night By: Frank Sinatra

Dear Rita,

Hi, how are you? I hope good. I received your last comments that you wrote on 9-12. I got them on 9-19. Been a very hectic week for me, month really. They are not willing to transfer me any closer to my mom so I am done begging. I'll make the best of it. Then I receive some comments that my daughter wrote. Broke my heart to read them. This goes out to everyone that hates me. If you hate me, stop reading what I write and leave me alone. My child reads this and she doesn't deserve to be treated like garbage or hear how you hate me. No one cares if you hate me. Stop trying to hurt me through my family and my daughter. She has a hard enough life and you are only making it harder. If you don't believe that someone can change, then wash your hands of me.

Now back to you Rita. How are you? I hope good. Yes, I know where you are. I had a friend whom I lost touch with a few years ago. Letters just got expensive and she has a life, a busy one. Would you contact her for me online and see if I can have her new address. Her name is Sonja Reijmer. She is in the Netherlands. I hope by now she is married with a baby. Her sister got me for her as a birthday present and we remained friends for about a decade. I would like to write to see how she has been, I do miss my friend. Wow, your new friend Milena speaks 7 languages. My friends in Italy speak a few but not that many. In the Spring, Summer and Fall they have a small outside visit area, made especially for kids. So they can run around, play on monkey bars and sliding boards. The Jaycees Organization paid for this. The jail would never approve paying for this. On 8-30, I asked my unit manager for a hardship transfer to a prison closer to my mom, she responded by moving me to another section of the prison. So by doing that, they took my job, I was elected to be block representative (I was the voice of the block to the administration)and I was no longer allowed to go to the infirmary to volunteer. So I filed a complaint in writing and I asked the Warden to have me moved back. I did nothing wrong, this was very unprofessional. My new counselor called me to her office. She wanted to know why I requested a special visit from me and my mom. I explained everything to her, I showed the paperwork from the Deputy Warden. She cursed me out, told me she doesn't give a f*ck about my, my mom or my visit and she will not allow it. So I wrote to the Warden and told him I could not be on this unit. Please move me back to my former unit, give me my job and status back. If not, I am going to find someone who will help me take this to court. This is BS and I didn't deserve it. Where is George? USA? If so, what state and prison? A lot of people don't know what segregation is. It's the hole. You are locked in a cell with nothing for 23 hours a day, for 1 hour you are lucky. You get out to a small cage the size of a kennel for fresh air. They can keep you in the hole for years if they want. My mom knew I was struggling so she gave my brother $50.00 to send me. She can't afford that. She get's less than $700.00 a month for her disability and she has some very expensive cancer meds that government Medicare won't pay for. But I use that entire $40.00 to write letters to Senators, lawyers, politicians, I explain my story and beg for help. Not one is wiling to help. If I had money they would have helped, if I had family to call them they would have helped. I tried but failed. We will try to get my mom here in October after she comes from the hospital after a blood transfusion. She always has more energy and feels better for a few days after a transfusion. So hopefully this all works out. The Warden said if I stop asking for a transfer he'll let me have a job in the infirmary so I wrote him and asked for the job. Hope he doesn't like to me.

So how did the move for Milena go? Is her art studio nice?

No, I am not an optimistic person. I try and try but nothing good ever seems to happen to me. I have no energy lately. So much writing with no results. Now my child suffers in life, it is draining me. It's hard to re-energized yourself when everything around you seems to always be negative. But I continue to try. Hopefully my daughter will reach out to me more and i'll get an address and phone number for her. She is a good kid, she just needs to be loved, protected and helped until she is ready to do it on her own. Well take care of yourself Rita and I hope you get to see George again soon. I look forward to hearing from you. God Bless, Ciao.