A while back I used this blog to provide a prisoner’s account (one whom I had met personally in Multnomah County Jail and in whom I have confidence) of how he — given that he smokes cocaine or used to, and now smokes meth — was railroaded into state prison by a bogus claim that he was stalking a female prosecutor in the Park Blocks of Portland.
Now I will yield the floor to a letter I received while I was serving three months’ sentence on a bogus charge of having interfered with public transportation.
Sept 14th 2015
Thank you so much for the letter. It was interesting. Unfortunately you were unable to read the great cartoons I enclosed in this card. You would have enjoyed them, but as you know [they were] returned. It sounds as tho life in jail leaves a lot to be desired! Hopefully you will soon be out.
In fact I was released about a week after the receipt of this letter. The writer continues immediately
Many of our friends would love to see you again. On Sat[urday] I had the usual summer party, and having you there would have added to our enjoyment. It was the perfect day for an outdoor party. Perfect weather!
Anna is something of a salon hostess, inviting a broad range of progressives to her house each year. It’s quite an elaborate affair, and I’ve had the privilege of attending I think for three or four years straight.
She then closes.
I’ll close for now. Stay well.
Your friend, Anna
I do not believe that you, dear reader, can imagine the delight with which I read and reread this while in county jail (and since!)