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This is the twenty-seventh in a series of letters written by someone currently in the custody of the Connecticut Department of Correction.
There are more than 50 letters going back for a number of years. Three times per week, Mon., Wed., and Friday, one will be published until we catch up to the present day.
In this issue, our correspondent talks about rumors of a special Christmas meal, disappointment in his attorney, white bread and the slow pace of getting things done and the hope of answered prayers.
Those following this series will observe that they started out rather "slow" and that as time goes by, they become more and more personal, revealing the emotional and physical distresses faced by those committed to Connecticut's prisons. These distresses are not confined (no pun intended) to just the prisoner, but extend to the prisoner's family and friends. And we pay for it.
Most of us likely don't know anyone who is incarcerated, much less do we correspond with someone who is. These letters are being submitted anonymously and have been, and will be, redacted to protect the privacy of the writer and the writer's family and friends.
After examining the trial transcripts and speaking extensively to others with first hand and intimate knowledge of the matter, I am of the opinion that this person is innocent of the crime for which he was convicted, his council being incompetent and ineffective. Please keep an open mind and take the letters at face value.