No Compassion, No Help

Recently an inmate suffered a personal tragedy when his wife of over 40 years died.  She had been seriously ill and finally succumbed to her ailments.  The man found out about his wife’s death when he called home to check on her.

At around 4 p.m. the same day he went to his case manager’s office to tell her about the unfortunate situation at home.  He said that his wife had died and that he had found out about it earlier from his daughter when he called home. The case manager’s reply was, “I am off duty.  Come back tomorrow.” Not that she was sorry to hear the news of his wife’s death. Not that she was sorry for his loss. Not that she would do whatever she could to help him be there for his family.

Instead, he got the cold, non compassionate, non feeling, I could care less reply: “I am off duty now, come back tomorrow.”

And she certainly did not make any offer to help him.   After all, she was off duty.

There are things that can be done in situations like this. One of them is to furlough the prisoner so that he can go home and handle things and be with his family. But furloughs are almost impossible to get around here. The warden and her staff are more concerned with the prisoner not returning from furlough instead of helping the inmate during times like this. This man is a resident of Georgia. The funeral was being held less than 2 hours away from this prison camp. Yet the clowns who run this place could not come up with a plan to help an inmate who desperately needed to be there to make sure the funeral was handled correctly, not to mention comfort his family and be with his loved ones at a time like this.

What did the inmate want from the case manager? After all, the case manager can not resurrect the dead. She could not bring his wife back to life.

What he wanted from her was her help. He wanted to be there for the funeral and with his family. He wanted to say goodbye to his wife of over 40 years. The inmate wanted time to grieve. He wanted to know what he had to do to make sure he could attend the funeral. And he wanted the case manager to lay out what he personally needed to provide the prison so that there would be no delays, mix-ups or foul-ups.

What he got was a case manager who took vacation time. His situation was dumped on others. And between foot dragging and the incompetence of some others involved, he did not get to attend the funeral two days later.  He got no help or compassion.

So this inmate grieved the loss of his wife here at this prison.  His family handled things on the outside.

The inmate’s case is a common one here at the Atlanta Federal Prison Camp. Mole hills become mountains because of negligent and incompetent employees, red tape or an attitude of indifference.

The only things these simpletons are good at are avoiding work and cashing their paychecks. They do nothing for the prisoners. Most of these case managers and prison officials do not care about the inmates that have been sent here. To them, this is just a job and they only do what the job requires. The only feelings they have are feelings of loathing and contempt.

I listened to some inmates discussing this man’s situation. I heard two great ideas. One said this is a camp. Why didn’t someone confirm the death of the inmate’s wife and find out when and at what time the funeral would be held and then issue the inmate a 24- to 48-hour furlough or pass. That way he could attend the funeral, spend time with his family and return to the prison. Another inmate said they could have at least arranged for someone to drive the inmate to the funeral and return him once it was over.

Both of these solutions require a common sense approach to the situation.  That’s the problem: these simpletons do not have common sense. The only skills they have are sitting around doing nothing and cashing paychecks. There is no requirement they do anything to earn their pay.

One good thing did come about, though. A prison official apologized that the prison had not been able to process the inmate’s request to attend the funeral in time. That is a great step.  An official actually felt compassion and apologized for failing to be able to get things done. I hope we see more of this and hope that changes are made that will prevent this kind of thing from happening again.

Bernard Addison is serving a sentence for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud, after pleading guilty on February 15, 2013 in Knoxville, TN.   Comments can be emailed to bernardaddison2015@gmail.com.

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Frustration

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Catholic Mass was canceled this morning, Sunday, March 9. Now you would not think much of it under normal circumstances.   You might think that the priest had a problem with his car. Or perhaps the church is focusing on Easter and the large number of people who attend mass during this time of year.

 

Or we could go back to Sunday, March 2. On that day the priest came to the Atlanta Prison Camp to conduct mass.  Now this is a very low security prison camp.  We have non-violent offenders. Mainly white collar criminals who got caught doing crimes that are tax or business related.  We have some low-level drug dealers here as well.  These are people who are not leaders of any drug gangs or drug kingpins. Just guys caught up in the paranoia created when crack cocaine made its appearance on the streets of America’s major cities in the 1980s.

 

So the priest shows up at the prison camp to do his normal Sunday mass.  He expects prisoners to worship God, the Father; Jesus the Son; and the Holy Spirit.  What he did not expect was to be treated like a common criminal.  He was forced to be searched like he had violated the law.  The Holy Materials he brought were searched and he had to commit to a search of his personal self.

 

All of this was conducted by people who do not acknowledge God.  Don’t care for God. They only care for themselves.  The priest was forced to lay his materials on the ground so they could be searched.  He was forced to take off his shoes and he was searched by the guards, who are nothing more than criminals themselves.  This is America 2014 brother.  Welcome to World War II Germany.

 

This group of “vipers” operates without control. This is Atlanta. They run on their own rules, sanctioned by the Bureau of Prisons. They smile in your face and lie to you.  No one tells them anything.  They are arrogant criminals working for the government.

 

One more example of this lying group of scum:  This past week an inmate was called to see a prison doctor. The doctor mentioned that the inmate had been sent out to see a specialist. He had some type of tumor, and it needed to be examined.

The doctor was surprised to hear from the inmate that he had not seen anyone.  He had not been sent to a specialist.  However, there was a notation on the computer record that the inmate was seen by someone.   

 

That inmate was my friend, Mickey Huff.  Because of this mishandling, he lost an eye to glaucoma. He was supposed to see a specialist about this problem when it was diagnosed. He never saw anyone until it was too late.  Now he has a growth or tumor of some sort.  And once again he has not seen anyone.  Yet medical records indicate he has been sent to see a specialist. 

 

People at the prison smile in your face and lie to you.  So the mistreatment of a priest is not a surprise. Especially when you see what goes on here everyday.  This place reminds me of Andersonville Prison during the days of the Confederacy.

 

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Bernard Addison is serving 46 months at Andersonville South.  You can email him at bernardaddison@outlook.com.  Or write him at:

Bernard Addison

44863-074

FPC-Atlanta; Dorm D

PO Box 150160

Atlanta, GA 30315

What could a prison inmate give up for Lent?

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This is my Lent in Prison.  It’s not as eventful as the period of Lent during 2013.  Lent 2013 was spent preparing for federal prison.  This year I have arrived, and this is my 12th month of serving time.  My crime: Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud.  I am serving 46 months at the Federal Prison Camp  in Atlanta, Georgia.

 

Last year I worked with my church, Lincoln Park United Methodist in Knoxville, Tenn., and friends to get myself prepared to report.  I discovered how important the church and Lent is to Christians.  It is amazing how you don’t appreciate something until you actually live it.  I use to hear people talking around Knoxville asking each other, “What are you giving up for Lent?” I did not pay much attention to them because I had what I thought were things too important on my mind. But last year I began to realize the real meaning of the 40 days leading up to the death and resurrection of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

 

So this year I had a major decision to make for the first time.  What was I going to give up for Lent 2014?  One thing anybody can give up is prison food. The food we get is not to be treasured. It is to be eaten only so that we won’t starve.  You won’t have anybody say, “I think I will go over to the Federal Prison Camp and see if I can get a good meal.” You could not get beggars to come and eat here! They are too smart for that.

 

There are not a lot of activities to occupy one’s time here. During holidays there are card tournaments, Bingo and some sporting events.  Nothing that I care about or wish to engage in. Definitely nothing that I would considered so important that I would want it to serve as a worthy sacrifice during this holy time of the year.  So there is nothing to give up from the prison activities available to us.

 

So, what would I give up? I thought of three options. I could give up my rock ‘n roll music, solitaire, or I could give up both. I consulted with a “special” friend and chose the 1950s through 1980s rock ‘n roll that I have loaded on my Scandisk, the prison’s poor excuse for an Ipod.  That is 275 rock ‘n roll tunes and five songs of faith. So the rock ‘n roll goes and the songs of faith will stay. 

 

So during Lent I am “fasting” from the 275 songs that include The Temptations, Four Tops, Gary Lewis and the Playbooks, Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones and many, many more. This is my number-one thing to do here in prison.  I spend five hours a more, each day listening to the greatest songs in rock ‘n roll. So it’s only fitting that it would be my sacrifice during this Lent.

 

I want everyone to pray and have a safe Easter. What are you giving up for Lent?

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Bernard Addison can receive your comments at bernardaddison@outlook.com or you may mail comments to:

Bernard Addison
44863-074
FPC-Atlanta; Dorm D

PO Box 150160

Atlanta, GA 30315

Power Outage! (Prison in the Dark)

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In times of adversity we should remember 1 Chronicles 16:11: “Seek the Lord and His strength, seek his presence continually.” 

We inmates at the Atlanta Federal prison camp really needed the Lord’s strength from Tuesday, Feb. 11 to Thursday, Feb. 13. A winter storm ripped through Atlanta, leaving the city paralyzed. The prison camp was thrown into confusion as we coped with problems caused by the storm. 

It started Tuesday night, Feb. 11, when the winter storm forecast finally hit Atlanta. Snow, sleet and freezing rain raked the area. The weather people finally got a forecast right.  

Our problems started after 11 p.m. Tuesday night. The power went out. This only lasted for about an hour or so. The prison camp has emergency generators so the power was quickly restored.

Then about 6 a.m., Wednesday morning, I got a big surprise. The computers were not working. Whenever the power goes off in the “front” dorms, the computers are negatively affected. So I could not send any emails. I found out later that evening that the computers were working in the “back” dorms.    

Dorms A through D are connected to the prison camp’s main office. These are the “front” dorms. Dorms E through H sit behind the main complex. These are the “back dorms.” An inmate told me I could go to E dorm to send emails. Well, at least the phones were working.   That was something positive. 

So on Wednesday, Feb. 12, we had power, hot water, yet no internet in the “front” dorms. No big deal — but another problem was developing.

Doctors at the camp have many inmates on insulin for diabetes. I have often commented on the number of inmates taking oral medicines for diabetes and other ailments. They get their insulin shots and oral medications at what’s called the “Pill Line.” The Pill Line is held twice daily — except Wednesday, Feb. 12. Pill Line was not held at all. No doctor, nurse, or pharmacist came to give out the insulin or other medicines needed by the inmates. Some of the inmates became concerned about missing their medications. They feared that not having their medications could lead to more serious medical problems. This was especially true of of those inmates needing insulin shots for their diabetes. 

There was another concern for some of the inmates. The mail was not delivered. In retrospect, this was a very minor concern. I spent my time reading the Bible, some devotional materials, or listening to music. Other inmates watched television — mainly professional and college basketball.   

Thursday, Feb. 13, got off to a good start. The computers in dorms A through D were still out. So I got out in the snow and ice and trekked over to E dorm and sent some emails from one of their computers.The laundry was opened so some inmates took their blankets to be washed. We had our 10 a.m. prisoner count. This is when guards come to each dorm and count the inmates. We were all present or accounted for. 

Then the roof fell in after the morning meal. The power went out starting at about 11:45 a.m. and did not come back on until almost 4 p.m. We had no lights, no hot water, no computer service, and no television. The weird thing is that all the buildings around us had power but the camp was in the dark. There was power at the main prison, the Unicorn business facilities, and warehouse.   

Prison officials attempted to open the “Pill Line” so inmates could get their insulin shots and other oral medications. But it was closed 15 minutes after opening. We heard that an inmate had a medical emergency so the insulin shots would be delayed a little longer. It did reopen after power was restored to the camp. Around 4 p.m., inmates got the medication they needed. This was a very good thing. 

Then a joyous thing happened. The sun broke through the clouds, and the temperature started to rise. The ice and snow at the camp started melting. Everyone’s spirits were lifted. 

Everyone was happy when the power came back on. Some inmates took cold showers while the power was out. They will never do that again! They advised other inmates to wait: The water was too cold.

When the power came on, the television came back on. The inmates took warm showers, and the computers in all dorms were operational.

Everyone was smiling. We had our 4 p.m. inmate count. Again, everyone was accounted for. 

My lowest point was Thursday, Feb. 13, around 3 p.m. The power was out and it looked like it might be late in the evening or night before it was restored. But I just refused to let it drag me down. I put my trust in the Lord. 

There were times throughout this ordeal that inmates could have become angry or frustrated by everything that was happening. But we stayed strong. I thought of Joshua 1:9: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; be not frightened, neither be dismayed; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

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Bernard Addison is serving 46 months for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud. He can be emailed at bernardaddison@outlook.com.  Your comments will be forwarded to him, and he will respond. You may also postal-mail a card or letter to:

Bernard Addison
44863-074
FPC-Atlanta: Dorm D
P.O. Box 150160
Atlanta, GA 30315

Me too, me too! (The reason why I left radio broadcasting)

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I was asked recently, “Why did you leave radio broadcasting?”

The reason I left my job as a news reporter for WIVK in 1994 was because I was disappointed in the industry. I still am. I once viewed broadcasting as a way to improve peoples’ lives through the dissemination of information. I always felt that if we debated ideas and solutions to problems, we could come up with constructive solutions. 

But what has evolved in broadcasting — especially radio broadcasting — is what I call “propaganda” radio. “Me too” radio. If you can stomach it, listen to some of the current radio talk programs. You have an announcer talking about an issue. The talking head is usually opposed to something” 

  • “I am against taxes.”
  • “I am against the Affordable Care Act.”
  • “I am against foreign aid.”
  • “I am against gay and lesbian rights.”
  • “I am against the closing of military bases to save money.”

And the “against” list goes on and on. 

Have you noticed, all the callers who get on the programs have basically the same response. “Me, too. I am against raising taxes!”  “Me, too. I am against closing military bases!” “Me, too.” A dissenting opinion is never aired. It’s amazing — everybody who calls in happens to be in perfect agreement with the talking head. 

Now if you believe that, there is some very fertile farmland in Death Valley. I got sick and tired of seeing calls “screened” for broadcast.  What does “screening” mean? Somebody answers the caller and demands to know what he or she is going to say. If it supports the talking head’s position, there is a good chance you will be heard over the air. If not, you will get disconnected. 

It goes like this:

Screener: Hello, welcome to the show. What do you want to say today?

Caller: I agree with everything he/she is saying. And I just want to let him/her know it!

Screener: Hold on a moment, and you’ll be on the air.

But what if the caller says something like this? That announcer is full of it. They are misrepresenting the truth. He is or she …[click]  Hello, hello? That guy hung up on me! [No airtime for you]

This is screening. Now you may get smart and tell the person screening the call that you agree with the announcer. But when you get on the air, it will quickly be clear you do not agree with him or her. No problem, most programs are delayed 7 to 14 seconds. Meaning that from the time your call is aired, it will be 7 to 14 seconds before anyone will hear you on the radio. If you disagree with the announcer, all he or she has to do is push a button, and your call will be disconnected. The program continues and nobody heard you or even knew you were there. 

This was a trick used years ago to prevent someone from cursing or using foul language over the air. The announcer would press the “dump caller” button and the person was instantly disconnected. But now this trick is used to limit or eliminate debate. It provides safety for announcers. He or she does not have to defend his/her position. They can not be questioned. They ramble on in the knowledge that they can say anything they desire without having their feet put to the fire or their positions examined on the air. It’s “Me, too” or “You are so right about that.” 

Does anyone, besides me, think it’s strange that these shows have 100 percent of their callers agreeing with the announcers? I thought there were only two things that are absolute: death and taxes. No one questions why there is no dissenting opinions. Instead it’s the lead chimpanzee leading the other chimps.

“I’m against education!”

“Me, too.”

“People who are educated are nothing but elitist and liberals. They don’t know anything!”

“You have hit the nail on the head. I agree 100 percent!” 

A politician once said, “The devil is in the details.” It’s difficult to defend specific acts. “Cuts in one area may hurt me; I won’t support those.” However, if you cut in areas that affect others, they won’t support them.

It’s easier to make general assertions and avoid debate. Then you look like a genius. When you have honest debate and discuss problems and solutions openly, then you risk the possibility that your ideas may be shot full of holes. People may figure out that you don’t know what you’re talking about. 

So, what drove me away from radio broadcasting? I left after 18 years because journalism had evolved into propaganda radio. It’s good for the stations. They make lots of money promoting this garbage. But the airwaves belong to the people, and the people are being cheated. One day they will wake up and say, “Enough is enough.”

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You can email your comments to bernardaddison@outlook.com.  Bernard is serving 46 months at the Atlanta Federal Prison Camp for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud. You may mail comments to:

Bernard Addison
FPC-Atlanta; Dorm D
44863-074
P.O. Box 150160
Atlanta, GA 30315

Countdown, it’s time

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Since all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, they are justified by His grace as a gift, through the redemption which is Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as an expiation by His blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in His divine forbearance he had passed over former sins; it was to prove at the present time that He Himself is righteous, and for that he justifies him who has faith in Jesus. –Romans 3:23-26

I was looking back on 2013 and found something interesting. My preparation for prison coincides with a walk Jesus made over 2,000 years ago. My walk was to eventually lead to prison. Jesus had a more important walk to make. His walk was to Jerusalem to be crucified and die for our sins. My walk was insignificant, but Jesus’ walk was made out of love to save us from our sins!

My preparation for prison began on Ash Wednesday, 2/13/2013, and ended the day I reported to the Atlanta Federal Prison on April 1, 2013. The day after Easter. The day after Jesus had risen from the grave.

What is Ash Wednesday? The first day of Lent. It’s 40 days excluding Sundays. Lent ends on Saturday, the day before Easter. That Saturday is called “Holy Saturday.” During Lent we fast, we give up something. I was preparing to give up my freedom. But Jesus was preparing to die for us more than 2,000 years ago. What I was giving up was insignificant but Jesus was giving up His life to save us.

On Ash Wednesday 2013, I attended a very moving church service at Emerald Avenue United Methodist Church in Knoxville, Tenn. The special service was conducted by Pastor Jim Bailes, and he was assisted by retired Pastor Bob Bean. My pastor, John Gargis of Lincoln Park United Methodist Church, was also in attendance. I felt good concerning the number of young people attending the service. I know this country has a bright future as these youngsters become the leaders of this nation.

During the Ash Wednesday service, the pastor marked our foreheads with the sign of the cross. Ashes were used to make the sign. This was my first Ash Wednesday service. I did not know if the sign should remain until it wore off or if it should be washed off after the service. I left my sign on my forehead until it wore off. I just felt it was the correct thing to do.

At the end of the service Pastors Bailes, Bean, and Gargis prayed for me. They knew I was facing a prison term. Then the pastors surprised me! They asked me to pray for them! That was really shocking. Me, a criminal, praying for men of God! I am sure Jesus was smiling.

During this time 2,000 years ago Jesus constantly prayed, staying in touch with the Father. He was on a mission, too.

Wednesday, February 15, 2013, was “S” day, my sentencing day. The federal defender and I walked over to the U.S. District Court for sentencing. Bobby Hutson, the federal defender, asked me how I felt as we walked from his office. I told him, “I feel fine.”

Hutson was concerned that I was afraid. But throughout the entire ordeal, fear was not a problem. I knew that I could bear whatever sentence I was ordered to serve. I jokingly told Hutson, “There is not a firing squad waiting for me. I am fine.”

Also, I kept thinking and believing that God will not let the judge put a sentence on me that is more than I could bear. I believe in Psalm 56:11: In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” And in Psalm 27:14: Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait on the Lord.

Sentencing was not that long. My two best friends, John and H.L. Ford,were in attendance. Their support throughout this situation has been invaluable. I had pleaded guilty on June 2012. So I had already taken responsibility for my crime. But more importantly, I had confessed my sin to God and asked Him for forgiveness. As 1 John 1:9 states, If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just, and will forgive our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

I was sentenced to to 46 months for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud. The court allowed me to self-report to the Atlanta institution. Thank God, that in itself was a blessing. I later heard horror stories of prisoners who were taken to prison by the Marshal Service. I remained free until the U.S. Marshals Office sent me a letter with the date and time I was to report.

Palm Sunday was March 24, and The Passover was Monday, March 25. I attended Sunday school and church on March 24. I spent Monday the 25th reading the Bible and preparing for prison. I had received my letter from the Marshall telling me to report on April 1.

Over 2,000 years ago Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. So the people, excited about his coming, welcomed him. As John 12:12-13 states, The next day a great crowd who had come to the feast heard Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!” Jesus has his last Passover meal on earth. He is betrayed, arrested and abandoned by his disciples. He is also denied by Peter and later crucified on Good Friday.

My last days can not be compared in any way to what happened to Jesus, my Lord and Savior. Jesus died bearing the sins of us all on his shoulders. I was only bearing my guilt for breaking man’s law.

On Easter Sunday, March 31, I was at Lincoln Park United Methodist Church celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ. John 20:1-2: Now on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw the stone had been taken away from the tomb. [ Please Read John 20 for the rest of what happened. It is marvelous and astounding!]

As for me, I said my farewells to my brothers and sisters in Christ at Lincoln Park. Returned to the home of my best friends, the Fords, and said goodbye to them and their family. I then hugged Winnie, my dog, and told her to behave and be a good puppy until I returned.

Around 2 a.m. on April 1, 2013, I boarded a Greyhound Bus for Atlanta. I arrived at the prison by 11 a.m., checked in with the guards, and started serving my sentence.

As I compared my last 40 days with the last 40 days of Jesus, there is NOTHING to compare. Our Savior gave everything for us sinners who deserved nothing. Jesus was not guilty of any crime. I was. Jesus gave all out of love. I was being forced to give up my freedom. There was nothing noble about a convicted criminal going to prison.

But for Jesus, the Lamb of God, all praise and glory to our Lord and Savior!

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Comments can be emailed to bernardaddison@outlook.com or postal-mailed to Bernard Addison where he is serving 46 months in prison for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud.  

Bernard Addison
44863-074
FPC-Atlanta; Dorm D
P.O. Box 150160
Atlanta, GA 30315

Request for Clemency

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On Monday, February 3, I mailed the following letter to President Barack Obama:

Mr. President,

My name is Bernard Addison. I am an inmate at the Federal Prison Camp in Atlanta, Ga. I am almost 64 years old. I am sorry, I do not have the case number concerning the case I am writing you about. I was sentenced to 46 months in federal prison on 2/15/2012 in the Eastern District of Tennessee by Federal Judge Thomas Phillips in Knoxville, Tenn., for Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud. I pleaded guilty to the conspiracy charge. 

I am guilty of the offense. I got involved in the scheme after leaving the hospital in May 2011. I had suffered a mild stroke. I thought I was not doing anything wrong or illegal when I was solicited by a man who owned a “secret shopper” business. He paid his employees with postal money orders. I found out from a postal inspector that what I was doing was illegal. So I signed a “Cease and Desist” order. 

I stopped working for a few months. But with my savings running out and no job prospects in sight, my former employer had closed his business and I was facing homelessness. I went back to work for “Frank” in December 2011. I was arrested on April 18, 2012. I pleaded guilty in June of that year to the Conspiracy to Commit Mail Fraud charge. I had never been in trouble with the law before. My conduct was caused by my illness, my inability to find a job, and my fear of being homeless. I regret my conduct and I regret reneging on the “Cease and Desist Order.”

I started serving my sentence on 4/1/2013. I am asking for clemency. At the time I started my sentence I had qualified for my retirement benefits under Social Security. And I had started receiving my benefits before I reported to prison. I am asking you to please consider giving me another chance to redeem myself. I am asking for a second chance.

Thank you, Mr. President, for your time.

Bernard Addison
Knoxville, TN

 

Why am I asking for clemency?

Clemency means the disposition to forgive or spare; an act of leniency or to change to something less severe. So I mailed this letter to the President for two reasons. First, to explain what happened and why. You can not do this in court.  Explanations are viewed as excuses. There are no mitigating circumstances in federal court, only aggravating circumstances that increase sentences.

The second reason is: I am simply asking the President for forgiveness. The President can “pardon” someone. Forgive you for your crime after reviewing the case. A pardon gives you a second chance. Or he can “commute” part of the sentence. Commute means to reduce the time you have to serve.

I am guilty. I am almost 64 years old. I had never been in trouble before. I am sorry for the crime I committed. And there were mitigating circumstances that courts do not handle. They only deal with the law. 

The mitigating circumstances are my health at the time the offense occurred. This is a major factor. My inability to find work. I was too old to hire and my health condition made matters worse. Finally, I was afraid of my impending homeless, because I had used up the last of my savings. All of these contributed to my crime. These are excuses in court. But they are major mitigating factors too.

As Jesus said during the sermon on the Mount, Matthew 5:7: “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.” There is no mercy in court, only the law. Only a person, the President, can give mercy. So I wrote him a letter asking for it.

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Comments can be emailed to bernardaddison@outlook.com or mailed to him at the prison camp:

Bernard Addison
FPC-Atlanta; Dorm D
44863-074
P.O. Box 150160
Atlanta, GA 30315