"Do unto others..."

This is some of my footage from the No Kings rally in Huntington Beach, CA, today. This is the same location where I first began protesting the Covid lockdowns in 2020. The scene was strikingly similar - only the signs were different. I wished those who disagreed with us back then had posted footage of us peacefully protesting.

I disagree with today's message, but I wholeheartedly support Americans' rights to peacefully protest, maybe especially when I disagree.

FWIW, the crowd size was similar to No Kings 1.0 in June, which I also filmed.

Today is my 38th spirthday (spiritual birthday). I'm so grateful I'm almost four decades with zero desire for the meth that was stealing my soul. Thank you, God, for forgiving me and delivering me. 🙌

Great news!

https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/justice-department-monitor-polling-sites-california-new-jersey

If you're looking for something to listen to today, may I suggest my J6 story?

https://rumble.com/v586qgd-danean-interview-part-2-the-day-of-j6.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp

Every few months, I search my name on the internet to see if anything has changed. This is this first time I saw my first prison email update. It was posted to FB by a stranger. I'm curious, are y'all able to view the post? Please let me know in comments. Thanks!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=7371502776247938&id=100001648652066

Tomorrow is Veterans Day. I hope you will commemorate it. Your local cemetery will likely host an observance at 11AM. I encourage you to attend. 🇺🇸

Veterans Day prison story:

Veterans Day two years ago, I was in federal prison for J6 misdemeanors. I am not a veteran, but have always had a heart for those who served.

Now-shuttered FCI Dublin was severely understaffed that day. There was not an American flag to be found.

We were given MREs to take back to our cells for lunch/dinner. These were a welcome improvement over our typical prison slop. The variety was refreshing.

A Navy veteran inmate befriended me on the d/l early on. She had been in awhile and was widely respected in our unit. She asked me about my take on current international events when no one was around. We spoke privately several times. I considered it an honor.

She was emotionally guarded. I respected that. Our conversations were always intellectual, focused on facts, not on how we felt about them. She asked questions; I answered. It was good.

Then came Veterans Day.

Not many in our unit knew she was one of the first females who fought in the Gulf War. She never told them, but she told me.

I got up early Veterans Day and stood outside my cell against the upper tier railing, hoping I could spot her when she went to make her morning coffee as she did every morning. I wanted to honor her. I saw her and went down the stairs to greet her.

I eagerly thrust out my hand, looked her in the eye and said, "Thank you for your service." She shook my hand and said, "You're welcome."

She had tears in her eyes, which shocked me. It was the first time I saw her emotional wall come down.

She and I were tight after that.

The day before she was transferred out of FCI Dublin, she told me her story. She was raped by a serviceman. She reported it to her superiors and they didn't believe her. Her life spiraled and she sought refuge in drugs - using and selling. That's how she ended up in prison.

All my adult life, I've clung to the cliché, "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time." Then I was thrust into the system and was forced to rethink everything. I'm so grateful for that.

Happy Veterans Day to those all who served, but especially to those who are incarcerated and misunderstood. 🇺🇸

Ross Ulbricht and I have the same heart and are similarly haunted by those we left behind in prison. Please listen.👇

https://youtu.be/uVt1_SN-ATk?si=uvQWKMDeG733si1p

Can you guys see X posts if I link them here?

https://x.com/DaneanHere2/status/1993154568147157092?t=3ZoRxjgvbvPfJAyndLfd1Q&s=19

Prison story:

Two Thanksgivings ago, I was in FCI Dublin for J6 misdemeanors.

Thanksgiving Eve, as everyone walked back from dinner, my good friend who always organized fun holiday stuff was stopping us at the door to give us something.

I came over to see what she had and noticed the wall next to the stairs that led up to my cell had a giant tree drawn on construction paper.

She handed me a paper leaf and began explaining what it was for.

I already knew.

I looked at her and felt my eyes swell with tears. She'd never seen me cry; nobody in prison had. She said, "Oh no, what's wrong?" I said, "You made a thankfulness tree. This has been my family's Thanksgiving tradition for years. Thank you." She gave me a big hug and told me I was going to make her cry.

We posted our leaves and spent the weekend guessing who wrote each one. It was uplifting and bonded us even tighter.

Gratitude is a mindset you can choose. Even in the darkest times, there is so much to be grateful for.

Happy Thanksgiving!

So, according to Kash, animal abuse is worse than CSAM of eight- to fifteen-year-old children. This is morally twisted and repulsive.

https://x.com/JanJekielek/status/1994543324770824455?t=39XJrjWaz9LS1T3R65LUCg&s=19

Some people wonder why I fight so hard for prison reform. It's because of ongoing injustices like this.

https://www.ktvu.com/news/prosecutors-wont-try-fci-dublin-officer-dirty-dick-again-sex-crimes?taid=69292c5c77bd840001580ee4&utm_campaign=trueanthem&utm_medium=trueanthem&utm_source=twitter

Thank you to the J6ers who are speaking up about coerced plea deals and the need for criminal justice and prison reform.

"The J6ers are just a small look at a much bigger problem." - @BigJohnNassif on X

Merry Christmas! 🙏❤️

Prison story:

(Sorry it's long.)

I was sentenced to 90 days in now-shuttered FCI Dublin for first-offense, nonviolent J6 misdemeanors. I was released two years ago today.

From day one, I counted each day until my release.

I qualified for President Trump's First Step Act (FSA) and had no violations, so I was supposed to be awarded ten days off for each month I served. My new release date would show up on the BOP website as soon as it was recalculated. (I was unable to access the website and had to rely on staff, friends or family to check it for me.)

Late November, my case manager told me that my first recalculated release date was January 5th, 2024, which we both found hilariously ironic; my first full day home would be J6. But I knew this wouldn't be my actual release date, because I'd earn another 10 days off for another month compliantly served. That should reset my release date to 12/26. However, it didn't.

As Christmas neared, the prison was severely understaffed. My recalculated release date should have shown up on the BOP website December 17th, after two months of compliance, but it didn't. I began to ask the remaining staff if I'd get my FSA credit and get my 12/26 release date I'd earned. Most told me I would not, because FSA credits are only calculated the first of each month. One staff member yelled at me to stop asking, and the warden told me he'd look into it and get back to me but never did.

The only staff member who understood my plight was my prison chaplain. (I worked as an orderly in the chapel, so he was my boss.) He is a good man. He knew I was supposed to go home 12/26. He showed up early to work that day to greet for my shift. He thought it would be my last day and wanted to be sure to say goodbye. He pronounced a blessing over me (Numbers 6:24–26) and prayed for me and wished me well.

The next morning, I was supposed to be home, but I was still there. He was surprised to see me show up for my shift. I walked in and said, "Happy Groundhog Day!" We laughed then talked. He was kind. It was good.

Several mornings went by like this... "Happy Groundhog Day!"

Then January 2nd came. I had been in a week longer than the BOP was allowed to hold me. I had reached my limit. The holidays were over. Staff were returning. I was still there. Family asked, "Can they just keep you indefinitely?" I didn't know the answer, but it seemed like they could.

I asked my chaplain if we could talk privately. (This was the morning I was yelled at by staff for asking when I would be released. I was not okay.) He welcomed me into his office. He listened. He gave me Scriptures to encourage me that I didn't deserve this treatment. He prayed for me. Then his phone rang. He picked up and said, "Yes, she is here with me now. Okay. We'll be right there."

He hung up and said I was granted immediate release. I said goodbye to my coworkers and he walked me across the prison campus to fill out my release paperwork. Our walk felt surreal; I don't remember most of it. What I do remember is him telling me that when I got out, I can tell what I saw and try to change things. I also remember wanting to hug him so tightly for his friendship and encouragement. I remember when we got to the door I said, "I'm not allowed to hug you, huh?" He said I was not. I told him to consider himself hugged and thanked him for all he did to keep me going in there. We prayed together one more time.

He and I are still in contact. I will forever be grateful for how humanely and professionally he treated me and the other ladies in FCI Dublin.

Serving one extra week of incarceration might not seem like that big a deal, but it is. It was an illegal injustice, and I'm certain it happens more than people know. It would be so easy to remedy this by reprogramming the BOP software to recalculate based on intake date, not just the first of each month.