A friend came up to me after church this morning to thank me for all that we are doing. While I very much appreciated this man's kindness, I had to explain that some days we really aren't doing all that much.
A woman behind bars was told by police ten years ago that she failed a lie detector test. She was convicted by a jury and sentenced to life in prison. She claims innocence. All she wants is a copy of that polygraph exam. I'm striking out trying to find it.
A man in the UP claims he is bleeding, and doctors say he is dying. The warden says he's being treated. It's too far away for me to go, and too far away for his support system. So here we sit in the middle. What is really going on?
I was encouraged by a Parole Board member to enlist the aid of an Innocence Project for an inmate whose story seemed very credible. We seem to be getting nowhere fast.
The women in Ypsilanti are bombarding this office with complaints about the new toilet tissue restrictions, something that one of our jailhouse lawyers says is actually cruel and unusual treatment. Yet, no matter how hard we try, we seem to hit brick walls.
One of our inmate friends claims DNA evidence would free him. But the police department in the case destroyed the evidence. Now where does he go? Everyone agrees this isn't right, but he stays behind bars. I don't know which way to turn.
Another of our inmate friends who claims innocence must take psych prison classes, where they badger him, try to convince him to show remorse, and say that if he continues to say he didn't do it he'll max out. He's having anxiety attacks. i don't know how to help him.
Prisoners need prayers.
So do we.