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Mind of any harden Person, who has no self -control or fear of consequences is mentally mal- functioning and they need treatment not Prison. Prison are dangerous and unsafe to work in due to all the awful treatment to inmates and we as people should want to make these institutions more safer to work-by removing all that hostility..yes it should be secure hospitals not cages to keep human being in all their life To they have no self-respect,dignity or will do even want to change their mind set.. and mind set plays a major part in a mal-functioning mind- and a mind is where we begin our through process..so it really is mind over matter, If ones mind can't function in our society ,then that mind needs to be secure in a facility,until it can be observed on a daily basic and over a period of time the person can find the strength to deal with everyday living and be in human society that grow and looks forward to being a productive citizen instead of keeps going thru the revolving doors of an institution which cage you li ke a dangerous animal&NBS; with no heart and mind and family. this can be worse death, they put these people in hole and ,called lock-down and they stay in there 23 hours per day ,shower maybe twice a week,never see the sun,the outside ,family can't visit,you are left all alone to lose your mind and then they called that rehabilitation, lies!!!this makes inmates crazy and it really is a shame that these prisons and chain gangs called them self changing the person, what they are doing is hardening the person to become like a wild animal.
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My concept is this Frame of mind / and self control has a lot to do with people committing horrible crimes, when a person is mentally confused ---He can't and will not think ,before he acts. That is why we have our next door neighbor -who look fine and acts fine on a daily basic , but the internal mind can be a ticking time bomb, also with these children who go and shoot up the schools and has no remorse, they are sick mentally. And out of control mentally. That why a lot of them is mentally ill and not aware of it, that is only my concept. But I believe that when the mind is all confused that one can not step back and think of the consequences, and there fore our prison are full of mentally ill people who , sometimes are released and commit the same crime , like a revolving door......and the system just lock them up till the next time, there is no reform in putting sick folks in prison, or even killing them, by legal means, it a sick cycle and the gov. system-- is not working , just making a lots of money off mentally ill people and they need to be treating these people for the illness they have so this cycle can stop. And the revolving doors of prison will slow down. There is people who has more than once murdered, molest children, rob, drug abuse, and etc. All this is behavior problems, knowing when you get caught, you are going to be locked up sometime for life or even death sentences, but they don't think, they just act..... and the prisons are running over with the cycle of mentally behavior of people --who will not get the proper help in a cage ,cursed out ,beat, and rape and God knows what else happens behind those closed locked doors...they are worse off before they went in the system. Then some released and more crimes are committed by the same people. yes this prison system needs REFORM more than anything I know of, I can't understand why the system can't see this , but money is the driving factor and they don't want to see it change, and they are certainly not concern about rehab cita tion or Reform.. That would ease the flow of the almighty dollar and deep pockets.....but again my concept and I am not a specialist, but this is out here for any one to see, the system just needs to clean up their ACT. We as citizen really need to help lady justice and everyone else help try to reform this system , because all these prisons are doing are making these people more sicker than they were and harden to the point they just don't care about human life or their life anymore.. these type of mentally ill people will rape a baby, kill their parent, molest lil children, take all sorts of substances to block out their hurt, rob just for the fun of it, And etc, and never think about the consequences-of the damage they are causing on others.. Yes in my book they are mentally ILL and need help, not Prisons....But secure hospital to treat them and society would still be safe. Close all the chain gangs, max prison and death chambers, like the gurney, they put the inmate on to kill him and make beds to roll them from one treatment room to another, that bed would surly be secure to move inmate to treatment on a daily basic, and I feel it would be a less hostile place to work, not like now where the prisons hate the officials and some officials hates the prison, that has got to be a Hostile situation. And with all that hostity, who can change or mend their ways by simple being punished by keeping humans in cages 24/7 365 days a year. All this is really a barbaric system and needs to STOP.. Turn them in to secure Hospitals so this cycle could stop. And again that is my concept. So feel free to disagree, but I feel this could really work for the interest of society and the inmates and eliminate prisons as we know them NOW.. Written by A. Thomas Nvo Florida's Regional Director http://prisonministry.net/hbmpm 
_____A PLEA FOR HELP______________________________________ MOTHER AND ONLY CHILD The Mother I Wrote and asked my son to write his story and I would type it up for him so that he could send it to the appropriate people. I knew a lot about the situation but there were things that I wanted him to talk about because he had held in so much all these years. Anyway, below is his story long overdue to be heard by everyone. Up until now , no one ever took the time to meet with him to discuss what actually happened but everyone was quick to judge him. Here is one case of causes and results of incarceration The Son Written by John Anthony Diaz My name is John Anthony Diaz and I was born July 17, 1968 on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. My parents divorced when I was two years old and I was raised by my loving mother. I am an only child to a single parent. Growing up was a struggle but my mother always made sure that I never went without. She had to work many hours to pay the mortgage and provide for us. She could not always be around to watch me and unfortunately an uncle in-law took advantage and sexually molested me when I was seven years old. I was ashamed and humiliated, but I told no one. There was no male figure in my life or anyone that I trusted or could confide in so I remained silent. As I grew, this uncle in-law went to jail for other crimes and was no longer around but the damage had already been done. For years I had no confidence and a very fragile self-esteem. Especially, when it came to girls. I always felt that I was never good enough for any girl. I was able to move forward. I developed many defense mechanisms. The first was avoidance. I tried to avoid any situation that involved being alone with a girl. The second, was lifting weights. The bigger that I got the more muscle there was to hide behind. After High School, I was accepted to Bridgton Academy in North Bridgton, Maine. A one year College Preparatory School and after that I was accepted at Springfield College in Springfield, Massachusetts. I studied for four years as a Biology Major. It was in the summer, heading into my fourth and final year at Springfield College, that I met a girl at my summer job as a Security Guard/Bouncer at a nightclub on Cape Cod. She approached me, gave me her phone number and kissed me. Three days later I called her. I told her that I didn’t want a girlfriend because I was going back to College for my final year. She started to cry and then I felt bad. After I hung up the phone, I felt really bad. I thought something was wrong with me. Here I was a 21 year old College Student, had never had a girlfriend and I was still a virgin. I felt that I had to let my defense mechanisms down if I ever wanted to lead a normal life. So two days later I called her back and asked if she wanted to go out. She said yes and we started dating. That summer she would meet me at my house on Cape Cod. She said that I could not go to her house because her family was prejudice. She said that her family did not like black people. I am African American, Portuguese, Lebanese . I didn’t say anything because I thought at the end of the summer when I went back to school the relationship would end. The week before I went back to Springfield, she visited me as usual and said that she felt I was going to pull away and she didn’t want to break up. So, we ended up staying together and continued to meet on weekends at the dormitory or at my moms house on Cape Cod. I would always asked to meet her family because I thought if they could just meet me they would see that I wasn’t bad or evil. I had never experienced racism before and it hurt. It really hurt. It hurt even worse because I had started to care for the girl and I was being forced to put up with this racism. As time went on the relationship began to sour. She would start saying mean things to me and hurt me verbally. I had never been in a relationship before so I did not understand that this was a dysfunctional relationship. I began to feel bad about the relationship but I didn’t want it to fail . I began to tell her how hurt I was about her family not wanting to meet me. She would always tell me about the cruel and nasty things that her family would say about me. A few times she called her mother from my house and when she got off the phone she would laugh and say that her mother said " I know your with that nigger". I told her that it hurt but she would just said, "We’re a team." It was just about that time that the uncle in-law that molested me got out of jail. He and my aunt moved into my Grandmother’s house which was located directly in front of my mom’s and my house. One weekend while visiting my home with her, I told her about the molestation that happened to me at age seven. She laughed at me. Once again, I felt humiliated. As time went on, I discovered that she was cheating on me. When I asked her about it, she denied it and said that he was just a friend and then she broke up with me. What little self-esteem that I had left was shattered. That entire summer she would still call my house on Cape Cod, but when my mother answered she would hang up the phone because she knew that my mother knew that she was playing head games with me. I was also informed that one of my other aunts and her two sons were going to move into my Grandmother’s house. Unbeknownst to everybody, those two small boys would be exposed to a child molester. I couldn’t hold it in any longer because I felt that I needed to save two small boys from a predator. I went and confronted him. I began to fight him when his wife, my aunt came to his rescue and was upset with me because I hit him. Later, when I had told the only person in my life that I had opened up to, the girl that was playing head games with me, what I did to this molester, again,she laughed at me. I felt that I was worthless. I slowly began an uncontrolled downward spiral of severe depression. The job that I was working at and enjoyed as a Physical Therapist Assistant, I quit. The one class that I was taking to get my degree in Biology, I quit after my first exam. I stopped talking to friends and taking phone calls. The one thing that I always did to make me feel good about myself was lifting weights. For the first time since I was thirteen years old, I quit lifting weights. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I would stay in my dark room with the shades closed and stare up at the ceiling. A normal person could have probably overcome this but I lost all touch with reality. The one person that I trusted the most, that I opened my entire world up to, my friends, family, my house, was that girl. The first girl that I ever opened up to, had sex for the first time with and, what I thought at that time, loved. I felt that she destroyed everything. I knew what I was thinking was not healthy. I tried to reach out for help. I talked to one "friend" about my feelings and what was going through my head and he told me if I was going to kill myself, don’t do it in front of my mom. I talked to another "friend" and he encouraged me to shoot her. He even instructed and assisted me in getting a false passport. I felt that I had no place or no one to talk to for help. I thought of suicide but a few years before, my best friend Michael, committed suicide over his girlfriend. At his funeral, his girlfriend seemed unphased and his mother was destroyed. I felt at that time that suicide would not solve my pain. I snapped! On the night of July 10, 1993 I went to her house. I waited for her to get out of her car and I shot her. Something wasn’t right. It was like I was watching what was going on, but I was just a passenger in my body. I knew that the face of the girl that I had shot was not hers, it was her sisters. I ran from the scene and left the country I arrived in the small town of Guyana in South America. I was homeless and confused. After weeks of roaming, I was able to find a job, a place to stay and food to eat. I would have nightmares every night and I would awaken to me throwing punches and fighting the night air, while being soaked with sweat. I knew I had done wrong and my conscience would not let me rest. This went on for months. My employer introduced me to a woman he knew who wanted to rent a room out of her home to have extra income to support herself and her two daughters. Lynda was very mature and she was a good woman who had also come from an abusive past. Tiffany and Nadia, her two daughters, Lynda and I became very close to each other as time went on Lynda and I finally married. I love Lynda and my daughters very much, We were like each other’s therapist, although my conscience would not allow me to rest. After three years living in Guyana, I was arrested and brought back to Massachusetts. I was taken to trial and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. I have and always will regret the one mistake in my life. I know I cannot change the past but if I were someday given a second chance at freedom, I would spend my life helping other severely depressed people get the appropriate help before making the same mistake that I made. I was not myself in 1993 and I want everybody to know that I am not an evil person. Any help you can offer will be appreciated. I currently do not have access to any Massachusetts Law Books, I am incarcerated in Pennsylvania but still under the auspice of Massachusetts. I just want to have some hope. A reason to go on living. ADVOCATES AND SPONSORS___ PLEASE HELP US TO HELP JOHN AND HIS MOTHER, HER ONLY CHILD. JOHN WHO NEVER BEEN IN ANY TYPE OF TROUBLE AND THE ONLY GIRLFRIEND HE EVER HAD, WAS ALL WRONG FOR HIM JOHN WAS IN HIS LAST YEAR OF COLLEGE. JOHN WHO IS NOT ABLE TO HELP HIMSELF ,DUE THE FACT,HE IS IN A NOTHER STATE PRISON WHERE HE DOS NOT HAVE ACCESS TO LAW BOOKS FROM THE STATE OF INCIDENT. JOHN WHO HAS NO HOPE OF EVER GETTING A SECOND CHANCE OR PAROLE JOHN WHO IS REMORSEFUL AND ADMITS HE DONE WRONG, AT THE SNAP OF HIS MENTAL FRAME OF MIND. JOHN NEEDS SOMEONE TO HELP HIM HAVE A REASON TO GO ON LIVING.PLEASE SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE HELP US HELP JOHN ANTHONY DIAZ , WE TRULY REGRET THAT THE VICTIM'S FAMILY HAS SUFFERED, AND IF JOHN COULD CHANGE THAT HE WOULD, BUT SEEM AS IF JOHN WAS TEMPORARY INSANE WHEN THIS CRIME WAS COMMIITED AND HOPEFULLY HE COULD GET A REDUCED SENTENCE OF 2ND DEGREE.WHICH WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE OF PAROLE… WE UNDERSTAND HE MUST DO THE TIME, BUT LETS TRY FOR MERCY AND STRESS CONSIDERATIONS IN THIS CASE… 1. Home Bound Mission Prison MinistryAngelina Thomas Po. 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Dear friend and email warrior We at Home Bound Mission Prison Ministry have creted a petition for this young man, to understand the scope of this petition one will need to read the links on this page you need to click link and read it ,then you will understand and know this person as we do Be guided by your conscience and prayer over this first. this young man has no desire to go on, He see no hope --and this is sad Once you get to the petition you will see at the bottom of page where you can go and get more info if you are a yahoo member , if not you can go to my site> www.tjwsfoundation.com and click menu >Advocates and read and see his mom,wife and family.. Thank you Please send to your freind and group for signing. < petition< link is there in red text-- >web site< gold text further imfo is on his web site which we created fo him we the foundation Please have mercy and lets give John a reason to HOPE Thank and you do have a very bless Day Sis. Angie
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5/15/2006T0 whom it may concernThis is a letter, web site and petition for the below young man John Anthony Diaz, please read, surf the site and please make a conscience decision to help. You may say he did this or that, but he has repented of his sin and he is remorseful and we need not judge Him, society has done that already and given him life in prison with no hope... please we all have children, and let us have a little mercy and forgiveness for John. And sign this petition,Thank you
PETITION FOR JOHNhttp://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/630622938
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MOTHER AND ONLY CHILD The Mother I Wrote and asked my son to write his story and I would type it up for him so that he could send it to the appropriate people. I knew a lot about the situation but there were things that I wanted him to talk about because he had held in so much all these years. Anyway, below is his story long overdue to be heard by everyone. Up until now , no one ever took the time to meet with him to discuss what actually happened but everyone was quick to judge him. Here is one case of causes and results of incarceration The Son Written by John Anthony Diaz My name is John Anthony Diaz and I was born July 17, 1968 on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. My parents divorced when I was two years old and I was raised by my loving mother. I am an only child to a single parent. Growing up was a struggle but my mother always made sure that I never went without. She had to work many hours to pay the mortgage and provide for us. She could not always be around to watch me and unfortunately an uncle in-law took advantage and sexually molested me when I was seven years old. I was ashamed and humiliated, but I told no one. There was no male figure in my life or anyone that I trusted or could confide in so I remained silent. As I grew, this uncle in-law went to jail for other crimes and was no longer around but the damage had already been done. For years I had no confidence and a very fragile self-esteem. Especially, when it came to girls. I always felt that I was never good enough for any girl. I was able to move forward. I developed many defense mechanisms. The first was avoidance. I tried to avoid any situation that involved being alone with a girl. The second was lifting weights. The bigger that I got the more muscle there was to hide behind. After High School, I was accepted to Bridgton Academy in North Bridgton, Maine. A one year College Preparatory School and after that I was accepted at Springfield College in Springfield, Massachusetts. I studied for four years as a Biology Major. It was in the summer, heading into my fourth and final year at Springfield College, that I met a girl at my summer job as a Security Guard/Bouncer at a nightclub on Cape Cod. She approached me, gave me her phone number and kissed me. Three days later I called her. I told her that I didn’t want a girlfriend because I was going back to College for my final year. She started to cry and then I felt bad. After I hung up the phone, I felt really bad. I thought something was wrong with me. Here I was a 21 year old College Student, had never had a girlfriend and I was still a virgin. I felt that I had to let my defense mechanisms down if I ever wanted to lead a normal life. So two days later I called her back and asked if she wanted to go out. She said yes and we started dating. That summer she would meet me at my house on Cape Cod. She said that I could not go to her house because her family was prejudice. She said that her family did not like black people. I am African American, Portuguese, and Lebanese. I didn’t say anything because I thought at the end of the summer when I went back to school the relationship would end. The week before I went back to Springfield, she visited me as usual and said that she felt I was going to pull away and she didn’t want to break up. So, we ended up staying together and continued to meet on weekends at the dormitory or at my mom’s house on Cape Cod. I would always asked to meet her family because I thought if they could just meet me they would see that I wasn’t bad or evil. I had never experienced racism before and it hurt. It really hurt. It hurt even worse because I had started to care for the girl and I was being forced to put up with this racism. As time went on the relationship began to sour. She would start saying mean things to me and hurt me verbally. I had never been in a relationship before so I did not understand that this was a dysfunctional relationship. I began to feel bad about the relationship but I didn’t want it to fail. I began to tell her how hurt I was about her family not wanting to meet me. She would always tell me about the cruel and nasty things that her family would say about me. A few times she called her mother from my house and when she got off the phone she would laugh and say that her mother said “I know your with that nigger". I told her that it hurt but she would just said, "We’re a team." It was just about that time that the uncle in-law that molested me got out of jail. He and my aunt moved into my Grandmother’s house which was located directly in front of my mom’s and my house. One weekend while visiting my home with her, I told her about the molestation that happened to me at age seven. She laughed at me. Once again, I felt humiliated. As time went on, I discovered that she was cheating on me. When I asked her about it, she denied it and said that he was just a friend and then she broke up with me. What little self-esteem that I had left was shattered. That entire summer she would still call my house on Cape Cod, but when my mother answered she would hang up the phone because she knew that my mother knew that she was playing head games with me. I was also informed that one of my other aunts and her two sons were going to move into my Grandmother’s house. Unbeknownst to everybody, those two small boys would be exposed to a child molester. I couldn’t hold it in any longer because I felt that I needed to save two small boys from a predator. I went and confronted him. I began to fight him when his wife, my aunt came to his rescue and was upset with me because I hit him. Later, when I had told the only person in my life that I had opened up to, the girl that was playing head games with me, what I did to this molester, again, she laughed at me. I felt that I was worthless. I slowly began an uncontrolled downward spiral of severe depression. The job that I was working at and enjoyed as a Physical Therapist Assistant, I quit. The one class that I was taking to get my degree in Biology, I quit after my first exam. I stopped talking to friends and taking phone calls. The one thing that I always did to make me feel good about myself was lifting weights. For the first time since I was thirteen years old, I quit lifting weights. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I would stay in my dark room with the shades closed and stare up at the ceiling. A normal person could have probably overcome this but I lost all touch with reality. The one person that I trusted the most, that I opened my entire world up to, my friends, family, my house, was that girl. The first girl that I ever opened up to, had sex for the first time with and, what I thought at that time, loved. I felt that she destroyed everything. I knew what I was thinking was not healthy. I tried to reach out for help. I talked to one "friend" about my feelings and what was going through my head and he told me if I was going to kill myself, don’t do it in front of my mom. I talked to another "friend" and he encouraged me to shoot her. He even instructed and assisted me in getting a false passport. I felt that I had no place or no one to talk to for help. I thought of suicide but a few years before, my best friend Michael, committed suicide over his girlfriend. At his funeral, his girlfriend seemed unphased and his mother was destroyed. I felt at that time that suicide would not solve my pain. I snapped! On the night of July 10, 1993 I went to her house. I waited for her to get out of her car and I shot her. Something wasn’t right. It was like I was watching what was going on, but I was just a passenger in my body. I knew that the face of the girl that I had shot was not hers, it was her sisters. I ran from the scene and left the country I arrived in the small town of Guyana in South America. I was homeless and confused. After weeks of roaming, I was able to find a job, a place to stay and food to eat. I would have nightmares every night and I would awaken to me throwing punches and fighting the night air, while being soaked with sweat. I knew I had done wrong and my conscience would not let me rest. This went on for months. My employer introduced me to a woman he knew who wanted to rent a room out of her home to have extra income to support herself and her two daughters. Lynda was very mature and she was a good woman who had also come from an abusive past. Tiffany and Nadia, her two daughters, Lynda and I became very close to each other as time went on Lynda and I finally married. I love Lynda and my daughters very much, we were like each other’s therapist, although my conscience would not allow me to rest. After three years living in Guyana, I was arrested and brought back to Massachusetts. I was taken to trial and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. I have and always will regret the one mistake in my life. I know I cannot change the past but if I were someday given a second chance at freedom, I would spend my life helping other severely depressed people get the appropriate help before making the same mistake that I made. I was not myself in 1993 and I want everybody to know that I am not an evil person. Any help you can offer will be appreciated. I currently do not have access to any Massachusetts Law Books; I am incarcerated in Pennsylvania but still under the auspice of Massachusetts. I just want to have some hope. A reason to go on living. ADVOCATES AND SPONSORS___ PLEASE HELP US TO HELP JOHN AND HIS MOTHER, HER ONLY CHILD. JOHN WHO NEVER BEEN IN ANY TYPE OF TROUBLE AND THE ONLY GIRLFRIEND HE EVER HAD, WAS ALL WRONG FOR HIM JOHN WAS IN HIS LAST YEAR OF COLLEGE. JOHN WHO IS NOT ABLE TO HELP HIMSELF ,DUE THE FACT,HE IS IN A NOTHER STATE PRISON WHERE HE DOS NOT HAVE ACCESS TO LAW BOOKS FROM THE STATE OF INCIDENT. JOHN WHO HAS NO HOPE OF EVER GETTING A SECOND CHANCE OR PAROLE. JOHN WHO IS REMORSEFUL AND ADMITS HE DONE WRONG, AT THE SNAP OF HIS MENTAL FRAME OF MIND. JOHN NEEDS SOMEONE TO HELP HIM HAVE A REASON TO GO ON LIVING.PLEASE SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE HELP US HELP JOHN ANTHONY DIAZ, WE TRULY REGRET THAT THE VICTIMS HAS SUFFERED, AND IF JOHN COULD CHANGE THAT HE WOULD, BUT SEEM AS IF JOHN WAS TEMPORARY INSANE WHEN THIS CRIME WAS COMMIITED AND HOPEFULLY HE COULD GET A REDUCED SENTENCE OF 2ND DEGREE.WHICH WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE OF Parole€¦ WE UNDERSTAND HE MUST DO THE TIME, BUT LETS TRY FOR MERCY AND STRESS CONSIDERATIONS IN THIS Case€¦ 1. Home Bound Mission Prison Ministry
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