"In this country, there is no justice for the poor," words of a WI activist. We have been working with prisoners for 16 years now and have learned first hand about our assembly-line justice. Here Are some of the stories. Please contact FFUP or contact the prisoners themselves if you have questions or would like to see documentation. Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I was charged with crimes I did not commit, I sold drugs in exchange for stolen property.
The man that sold me drugs assaulted the victim. Because I was in possession of
the stolen property I was charged with his crimes. I’m 100% innocent .I was
excluded by the Wisconsin State Crimes Lab as to my DNA being found. However,
they found unknown male DNA at the victim’s residence. My attorney NEVER
submitted the DNA results into evidence. I was on surveillance camera at
another location , once the crime occurred. My attorney NEVER obtained the surveillance
video. The victim pointed me out in trial as the Black man she remember but she
sated the man DID NOT have any tattoos!I’ve had my neck, arm s, hands tattoos years before this crime occurred.
I’m 100% innocent, I was wrongfully convicted. I received 30 years in prisoner
for crimes I’m innocent of . The police lied. The prosecutor hid evidence. My
attorney purposely sold me out. DNA does not lie. There’s innocent people in
prison, where DNA exonerated them , In my case, DNA was another Man’s DNA. The police
know but I still was found guilty. I’m innocent. Can someone please help me?
Please? I’m innocent and had nothing to do with this crime.
Vonell Shaw #605592;CCI;
PO Box 900; Portage, WI 53901
My joy is laced with
On the underside of
And even though I wear
It’s tainted by
This pain I taste is
Like dreams of love
And shedding tears of
That never seem to last
FLOWER THAT GREW FROM THE CONCRETE
Like a flower that grew
That blossomed in the
city; nurtured by the hatred of
Violent streets;AND poisoned by its mask of love or pity;
In cement he spread his
roots; no stranger to Hunger, Thirst
And lack; survival of
the fittest , and he followed suit.
NO hope of escape nor
will to turn back; like a flower that grew from cement. He was adorned with
the tines and turns of the street and nothing could move his soul to repent; though many things
pushed him to scorn;
Now soon the flower caught society’s eye; when he began to
stand in their way; so they yanked him up-quick-left him to die, and
demanded the price he should pay;
Broke, damaged and wounded, he began to
wilt, and what remained of him was run by pain; but yet and still he felt
free of all guilt; with no feelings or sorrow or shame;
Until knowledge and
truth rained down on this flower; and filled him with a life- giving stream; releasing
him at last from the street’s dark power; and from all of its nightmarish
dreams; and still he blooms til this very day -thriving while striving against
self defeat; bringing color to places of slate –black and gray; the flower that
grew from concrete.
Roses are red; Your smile is very cute
You face is beautiful, Your soul is
Whenever its dark; you burn bright; you
shine like a start; day and night.
Your beautiful eyes; your beautiful ways;
I love you so much in every single way.
Whenever I’m sad, you make me feel good;
I’ll always protect you; l’ll never ;
Beautiful you are; my
Beautiful shining star;
I will treat you great;
I won’t defeat you in any way;