This is the sixty-sixth in a periodic series of letters written to and from someone currently in the custody of the Connecticut Department of Correction.
In this issue, our correspondent's pen pal talks about the crazy way prisoners are treated, a recent thunderstorm, moving his mother to a warmer climate, work and bad karma.
These letters, submitted anonymously, are redacted to protect the privacy of the writer and the writer's family and friends.
As time went by, the letter became more personal, revealing the emotional and physical distresses endured 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.
After examining the trial transcripts and speaking extensively to others with first hand knowledge of the matter, I'm 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.
Anyone wishing to write to our correspondent may send a letter to email@example.com and I will see it is forwarded. In the subject line, please put “Behind Bars” and address your letter to “Dear Pen Pal”. While I can’t promise a personal response, I will see to it that you get it, if you provide me with your mailing address. Your letters will be publish, both to and from, after redacting any personally identifying information. The writers' identities will never be disclosed. That info will forever remain confidential.