This letter was written by a person incarcerated at Donovan.
This social distancing is cruel and unusual, especially when I’m already separated from my loved one as it is. I mean how much more do I need to be separated? I’m in the Otay part of San Diego. Just north of the border at Donovan State Prison. And I’m from the East county.
My mother is 15-20 minutes away and I don’t have any access to her. If you could give her a word from me and tell her I miss her.
Please. It’s imperative. She’s worried sick about me, we basically been inseparable, my whole life up until I was 20 and came to prison. We have never been apart this long. I don’t know where I’d be without my mother. She’s done everything for me, and I love her to death.
Just an interesting fact, but out in the world, when a mother gives birth “animal,” the baby really can’t survive. Without the mother, because like I do, it depends on her. And when you take that away you’re pretty much deprived. She’s all I communicate with, and they cut the line of communication.
If you’ve been watching the news, a couple months ago, they were protesting in the part of town where I was born and raised, and brought up. In the city of La Mesa which is in the East County. They had a riot, that was sparked by the assault of a Black male, by police officer, which later surfaced on the news, and created an uproar in my town.
Caging a stand off with thousands rushing the La Mesa police department/precinct. Later sending escalating mobs into the streets of La Mesa setting fires to different buildings, vandalizing property, looting, and setting fires.
My dearest mother’s name is [redacted]. She stays right around that area. It caught my attention because it was interesting to see that, with all that’s been going on. I try to pay attention to the different effects, and the toll it takes during those times and how we react and adjust to the different changes in our community.
And what I seen, and what I can say from that, is a whole lot has changed.
