by Jason M. Castle

Created on: April 04, 2009

The Silence here is deafening. It's like, the whole world is just holding it's breath. In these woods I am finding the words of a lifetime. This does not make any sense to say let alone to publish on some web-site writing thingy that no one is going to read. What can I say, I just can't help myself. Spending time on my life chasing my dreams in the unforgiving environment that is SO-Cal.

Some where in Arizona a friend of mine, whom I've never met sits in a cell for a crime he did not commit. Here I sit in his house, on his computer writing about the peace and serenity in an environment that he has never seen. There is a war coming for this man and his family. Another war I should say, they have already been threw a hell that is Child Protective services, Riverside county court system. Guess what, they lost that first war. And yes, is was a war not a battle. Now it's my job to come in and find what they missed. It's my honor to come to these people after all hope has abandon them except the hope that God has not forsaken them. It seems a fools errand who am I to take on these forces all by myself, when I am just a often homeless writing singing in the tempest?

Did I mention the silence, this man, this friend that does not know me, has never seen me, never shaken my hand or tested me to see if I am a worthy friend. He has a daughter, one of several, he hase six or so children. But this daughter, this eight year old girl, she is the reason I fight for him. She is the reason I have taken up his cause.

Some crimes are not black and white, no matter what the law or the public want it to be. The silence, when this eight year old child looks at me after walking around the house all day with her head bowed. And in perfect silence looks at me with those eyes,silently asking "Why are you here, instead of my daddy?". I have no answer for her, no words will take back the hell of the last five years.

They are gone tonight so I sit in this amazing house writing by myself, this is my testament my silent promise to the mother of these children who's strength holds on by a thread, to her babies who have suffered much, to my friend in the arms of the iron monster, to the little girl who's colored pictures for a daddy she is fighting to remember, her drawings in crayon COVER their fridge. All of which he has never seen, and did I mention he is innocent? I will not rest, my heart and my mind will think on this and with God's power behind me I will unleash the truth on those who have lied mostly to themselves.

The DA suppressed evidence, the Public Defender sabotaged testimony and failed to call witnesses, the judge let people manipulate justice, and the jury-the jury did not do anything but follow a social stigma. The people that conspired against this family because they where jealous of their happiness will be the first to goto jail. The DA will be investigated, the court will be sued, the Public Defender will be disbarred and put in jail. The jury will be publically admonished, and most importantly a man will be freed in time to save the memory of a good father in the mind of his daughter.

He will come to this paradise of silence, this unknown haven in the middle of our great USA, this land of corn, forest, and "FishFries". He will come home and I will move on, my pen in hand. My feet will take me away from this place, but the silence will remain. A silence for him to heal, and the silence for a little girl to finally break and say the words "I love you daddy".

Did I mention how quite it is here?

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