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On February 14, 1990, I was arrested for crimes committed during a drug and alcohol induced black out. I still only have vague bits and pieces from time to time, but no real memory. I was sentenced to State Prison. Truly I was rescued; and my parents were going to be safe. I was released 18 months later, had a gorgeous little boy, who is my very heart and soul, and had a beautiful relationship with my prison consular, (who is my sonís father). I had a life, three phone business (legal) from my home, and most importantly, a family.
My mother died in may of 1993, and I relapsed on Crack. I had also been given extra-ordinary information that my mother was actually my biological grandmother. My father was actually my step-grandfather. My biological mother committed suicide in my presence when I was three tears old, and at last notice (1970) my father was in Army. I would love to find my birth father and have all of my adoptive records. I just donít know where to begin. On top of all of this, my sonís father, who I had just married, was already married to someone else.
I binged for a few months, and spent a great deal of money. But then I did manage to get sober, get to meetings, get it together. When I relapsed I was also arrested for violation of Probation. I refused to sex my parole officer, so he violated me. Once I got all of that mess taken care of, I was back home, getting myself back together and everything was cool for a few months, three if I am not mistaken. Then I got a call that my dad/step-grandfather was ill. I must get from central Florida to north Florida immediately. Well, I borrowed a friendís car; I drove to my hometown and was pulled over for speeding (just 5 mph over limit). I was concerned about my dad. After pulling me over, this police officer I didnít know proceeded to search my car, ďbecause he felt like itĒ. He reached under front seat of car and stuffed in there was a soda can that had been altered to smoke crack with. I figured I would tell him truth, it wasnít my car, it is borrowed, and my dad is sick, I had to hurry to make sure my dad was okay, you see? He didnít want to hear it. He put me in back seat of his patrol car and took me way out on a back road. He said, ďYou suck my dick real good and this can will suddenly disappear.Ē I figured to myself that I done more for less and I didnít want to violate my re-instated probation, if I did I would be going back to prison. Well, he lied. I did what he wanted and he submitted can for evidence and it gave me two parole violations.
Right now I have been in prison for eight years, maximum security, and close custody. I will be released in approximately two years, with gain time. I was sentenced to 27 years in prison for those violations of probation and 5 years for can. Yes my sentence is very illegal, excessive, and unconstitutional. They just donít care about you if you donít have a influential, reputable attorney for your representation. And that takes money. I canít even buy a stick of deodorant much less afford an attorney. I have been fighting my case- and all motions except one have been denied. I have no where to call home, no family (except my son who is with his father).
I do have a great deal of gratitude though. After all that Iíve been through, I didnít contract Aids, Hepatitis, Herpes, and ECT. I am very healthy and Iíve received and education in here that money simply couldnít have bought. Yes, I am a very jaded woman. But I can still laugh, stop and smell flowers and see magic and beauty in a precious sunrise, sunset and face of Full moon.
Well that is my storyÖ oh one other thingÖ a priest that used to come to prison to hold Mass once told me that ďCocaine is Devils SpitĒ. I am Wicca and do not believe is a devil, per say. But it is single most evil thing that I have seen in my 32 years. I am guilty of surviving abuse best way I could. I am a survivor. And I am a damn good woman too!
Karen is a lady inmate in Florida who has written this article about her life. The article is graphic in conter and readers whould be warned. It explains how women get involved in drug use, prostitution and utimatatly incarceration.