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Fear vs. Love? Where’s the Proof?

I have stared at this white screen in front of me for two hours now. I have no idea what words I want to carve onto its emptiness. When I commit words to paper, they become sacred promises, bound to my soul, no matter how tight and painful the bind becomes.

The problem is this. The tightrope of love and fear I walk on is taut tonight. I am tired, so my grip is weak. The regular ELLA reader may be asking your self, “How is that any different from her normal state of being since Paris killed Ella?”

Well, I’ll tell you.

When Paris killed Ella, he pushed me off a cliff, into a darkness I knew existed, but never thought I would become so intimate with. I was ambushed. Had no time to decide between fight or die. Had no choice but to conjure some sort of burning bush, and hold onto it with every ounce of love and courage I had, no matter how badly I was burned.

And I did it. I say all the time there is not much that truly scares me in life anymore. There are some things. I am afraid of my son. I am afraid for my son. And I am scared of cliffs.

Which is why I am about the jump off one. On purpose. I jump in spite of the fear that has started whispering its insidious thoughts in my heart’s ear the last couple of weeks. My love has won the “Cheerleader of the World” award in perpetuity, so it can outshout the fear, but the toil of having to listen to this shouting match in your head, day in and day out, takes a toll. Does it not?

So what cliff have I decided to jump off of, you ask? I will have reached my cliff, metaphorically, spiritually, and emotionally, when I reach the west bank of the Mississippi River, on October 1, 2012. That is the end of my one-woman, human rights road trip. And the beginning of stage two of my plan to make The ELLA Foundation a place of hope, healing, and empowerment for as many people as my puny human heart can possibly withstand, until it blissfully gives out.

Last year on September 21, 2011, Georgia murdered Troy Davis. I wrote, filmed, and shared the resulting speech to cope with my grief, and my anger, brought about by his death. This year, on the one-year anniversary of Troy’s murder, I write a sacred promise to my soul. I bind it on top of the many other promises that already bind it. I will do my best to keep it, no matter how tight and painful my binds become.

I’ve been posting little tidbits here and there about my plans for ELLA in Mississippi. It’s time for the full rendering of my belief in ELLA’s potential. If only I can pull it off…that damn fear.

So here’s the plan. On October 1, 2012, The ELLA Foundation, and myself, are setting up shop in Jackson, MS. For good. ELLA’s accountant, cadre of lawyers, bankers, and close friends, have been notified. That’s how serious I am. That’s how much I believe in love. Take that, fear.

Once there, I am going to do my research. (Always do your research before you jump off a cliff, on purpose.) What do I want to learn? I want to learn neighborhood crime states, school test scores, poverty levels and distribution, percentage of neighborhood population who have done time.

When I find the neighborhood that averages out as the worst, thereby being the most in need of an ELLA’s Place, I’m going to buy the biggest house I can afford, and move in. Paint the house royal purple with hot pink trim. Put out my ELLA’s Place sign.

ELLA’s Place

 A Promise of The ELLA Foundation

 Violence Prevention & Healing Center

 ALL are welcomed with love.

 

I will walk my neighborhood. In peace.

FACT. You are more at risk of being murdered or raped by the man or woman you share your bed with. Not the man or woman you walk by on the street. Be aware. Not afraid.

I will meet my neighbors. I will meet the church ministers, elders, ladies, and members in my neighborhood. I will meet the Principals, school board members, city council members, city, and state reps. Hell, why think small? Why not the Governor of Mississippi, whomever that may be when ELLA needs their help? ;)

I will meet and embrace every one who looks my way AND those who turn away. I will open ELLA’s door to all who need help. I will do my best to provide whatever help I can, in the ways I know how. Along the way, I will learn better ways. Of this I am sure. This plan is proof of that.

ELLA’s Place will start small. As donations, book sales, and those willing to give their time and talents to help ELLA grow, so will ELLA grow. I will go broke before I give up. ELLA’s fate is in better hands than mine, so I have no doubt all will be provided, as needed. I am here to write that sentence, so I must be right.

I had no say so in the woman my Ella could have grown up to be. I way only blessed to watch her grow four years in body, but infinite in love and light. But this ELLA, this ELLA I have a vision for that does not have to die, no matter how hard some may try to destroy it. If I can overcome the fear that whispers to me, keep the demons I live with appeased into subtle submission, this ELLA could stand a pretty good test of time. Of course, only time will tell.

At first, ELLA will continue the work I have begun on behalf of those on Mississippi’s death row. I have been in touch with some of the boys and they are a wise bunch. They have their moments too. They are human after all.

I have also spoken to many of their family members, loved ones, and supporters. Talk about another wise bunch of beings. When I arrive in Mississippi, we will organize meetings and plan our course of action in terms of anti-death penalty work.

Needless to say, a lot of it will involve protests, media, higher education, church, and other group’s involvement, advocacy training for the families, and bugging politicians. More will come on the anti-death penalty work as the families sort out their needs. They know better than I do what they need. I am there to help make it come to be. I am there to help them make Mississippi care about their loved ones on the row.

The first community project that ELLA’s Place is going to implement, as soon as the hot pink trim is dry and the proper inspections, permits, insurance policies, and background checks have been performed, is an after school program for children in the neighborhood schools who have an incarcerated parent/s. A program focused on expression, empathy, and activism.

FACT. A child who has a parent in prison is 70% more likely to end up in prison him/herself.

I like myths. So did my kids. I’ve read and looked to them my entire life when tough choices rule my path. I believe we are all on a hero’s journey called life. That 70% crap needs to be made a myth. I want that to read that kids from ELLA’s hood have a damn good chance at an amazing life, no matter what mistakes their parent may, OR MAY NOT, have made. No matter what tragedy their life has or may suffer.

So an after school program it is. Come hell or high water, I will have children’s laughter in my life again. I have earned it. If I can’t mother my kids, then I pass it on, on a grander scale.

And that is just the beginning, my friends. I foresee a day when there is an ELLA’s Place in as many bad neighborhoods as I can afford to move ELLA into, run by as many like-minded people I can convince, by example, to have faith in life and love, no matter what, and to move into the houses ELLA buys, paints purple with hot pink trim, and plants a sign in front of.

I am staking every chip I have left, and the core of my being, on the people of Mississippi who need some love, some hope, some healing, some ELLA in their lives. I am bringing to Mississippi the fight I survived my hell to fight. ALL my signs point that direction. Signs I can’t even begin to explain. Signs that have me convinced Mississippi is where both ELLA and I will truly begin to shine.

So I’m giving it all I’ve got, in spite of the fact what I was really thinking those two hours I spent staring at this screen earlier, was to type, I QUIT!!!!, and disappear from known existence. I am tired.

I am going to wrap up this blog soon. I have a Juice Box and blog edits to look forward to before I share my promise, wrap up my fear, tell my love to stop yelling awhile so I can get some sleep. In short, take charge of my love, and my fear, and face my inevitable destiny.

I have spent the last thirty-eight years of my life trying to prove something, to someone.

Prove to my mother I was lovable.

Prove to my son he is loved.

Prove to Ella I won’t let her down. Again.

Prove to everyone I am the woman they all say they clearly see.

There are so many reflections pointing back at you when you spend your life trying to prove yourself to others, it’s sometimes hard to see the path through the light and look out for the unintended cliffs. But I took vow never to be blind, deaf, or dumb again. So, as soon as I reach the west bank of the Mississippi River, the only person I will worry about proving anything to is me. Just me.

I am my only demon now. It’s time to take care of this one the way I have all the rest. With my ELLA’s as my guide.

I am about to say something I never, ever, thought I would say as they wheeled Ella’s body out of my house five and a half years ago. Never, ever, thought I would say after calling my son a sadist, narcissist, and psychopath on the witness stand of the Judge who had no better choice but to send my baby to hell.

I am free. I am alive. I am not full of shit. I am blessed, and cursed, with this undefeatable ability to love, no matter what. And damn it, I am a good woman whose sole meaning in life is now derived from the fact I know I will go to my grave fighting on behalf of those who cannot, with everything I have got, to make whatever crazy, fucking, hell hole part of the world I can a better place. And ELLA’s corner of Jackson, Mississippi.

If that’s not proof that love trumps fear, every time, then I don’t know what is. Other than continuing to do my best to make the world see there is a better way to BE.

I love y’all. Thanks for taking this naked run with me on the football field of life. And stick around. Life is going to get better.

(Sorry this is late, Troy Davis. Wanted to have it done and up before midnight, but in your honor, here it is. Thanks for the inspiration.)

 

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Voices of Mississippi on Facebook

The ELLA Foundation™ is headed to MS to contact, organize, and train families of those affected by Mississippi’s criminal justice system to advocate for their loved ones and effect viable change under the guise of the first chapter of the Campaign to End the Death Penalty.

We will also be opening the first ELLA’s Place, a community violence prevention and healing center which will offer support and education to those affected by violence and the criminal justice system, no matter which side of the crime scene tape our clients must cross to find us to begin to heal.

ELLA’s Place™ will be staffed by paid and volunteer social workers, lawyers, teachers, psychologists, and advocates who understand, and can deliver, the four things everyone affected by violence needs to stop, cope with, and overcome the violence of their life: Empathy. Love. Lessons. Action.

The ELLA Foundation has created Voices of Mississippi, a closed group on Facebook for those interested in reforming the criminal justice system of Mississippi. ELLA created this group, which is closed and visible only to approved members, to be a forum where all those who support human rights, criminal justice reform, and anti-death penalty efforts in Mississippi can share your needs and concerns and find strength and support in numbers. You are not alone Mississippi. You’ve just been ignored. It’s time for that to stop.

Much love and stay tuned for updates on ELLA’s grassroots coalition building efforts in MS!

GROUP RULES:

Anyone can add someone, but the addition will have to be approved by the admin.

The group is completely closed, private, and posts are not visible to the general FB audience, only to members.

Anyone can post but keep it specific to Mississippi related posts on the death penalty, criminal justice reform, and/or victim advocacy.

And keep it civil! No hateful, angry, insulting speech will be tolerated. Get angry, act loving.

Use this link to become a member. Share this link to add members. Much love! ♥♥

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I Love You Matt Puckett. Here I Come.

Dear Matt:

I find myself thinking a lot about you and your family today. Maybe because of the hurricane coming to Mississippi or maybe because of the hurricane that has already blown through. And I am not talking about Isaac or Katrina. ELLA is the hurricane to come. Murder is the hurricane that has already blown through.

I know I don’t have to explain all that to you any more than I have to explain my thoughts to Ella. I have to explain because I am going to share my letter to you with the world when I finish writing it. Forgive me. You know, as well as I do, how important it is for those of us who have been silenced to find our voice again.

I have all these thoughts swirling in my head about Mississippi, Matt, thoughts inspired by meeting you, so I decided I would write you to help me un-swirl them, clarify them, and then methodically set about turning every single inspired thought concerning Mississippi I have, because of you, into a reality.

Some readers may be thinking I’m crazier than they originally thought with all this talk of meeting you, since Mississippi murdered you before I ever had the chance to look you in the eye to tell you, “I am here to make them care.”

But we have met, haven’t we?

Some readers may decide they were right to think I was crazier than they suspected after reading how we met, but so what, Matt? I’m moving to Mississippi to make them care, not diagnose my mental health status, so…

Gather Ella on your lap, call all our friends and loved ones I can no longer reach to your side, and help me tell everyone the story of how I came to write a letter to you, that turned into a blog, aptly titled, I Love You Matt Puckett…Here I Come…

Once upon a time, coinciding with what would have been her daughter’s 10th birthday, there was a woman in Texas who went crazy and decided to drive to Mississippi to meet the mother of a man named Matt Puckett. It seemed the sanest thing to do at the time. Both of these women had children who had been murdered. One child had been murdered, by her brother, five years before Matt, who was murdered by the state of Mississippi, two months before the crazy woman arrived. Both mothers needed the other, even though they could not know that at the time.

One day during the crazy mother’s three-day stay, Mary, Matt’s mother, took her to a garden Matt’s family is in the process of creating, a garden in memory of Matt. Crazy mom felt Matt there and promised him she would come back when she had time to herself, promised she would come back to talk to him in private, come back to open her heart to him, so he could share with her what he was hoping for when he told his mother to make them care moments before he took his last breath, far from anyone’s loving arms.

Crazy mom went back to the garden the next day. The Puckett’s were off doing what they do best: living life as best they could, going to work, loving their children, and missing Matt. So crazy mom called to Ella, the daughter she had missed so long it was driving her crazy, asked Ella to take a walk with her, grabbed a cup of coffee and smokes, and went to meet Matt.

All crazy aside, this mother still knew her manners, so she sat down on a wooden swing in Matt’s garden, and said, “Hi Matt. I’m Charity. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Would you like to sit a spell with me, tell me how you are? I have a lot to learn from you. Brought coffee if you like it. Smokes too. I won’t tell your mom.”

Then I closed my eyes, breathed in the good, exhaled the bad, cleared my head, felt Ella brush my neck with her lips while Matt sat down, opened my eyes, and began to write what I learned from Matt that day.

I am so glad I met you that day Matt. I have missed you. The last time I heard your voice in my head was the day I left your amazing family behind. You said, “Thank you for helping my mother.”, as I drove away.

My dear Matt, I am about to do you one better.

I made a decision today. One I think all of you gathered on the other side listening have conspired to see come to be. I guess I owe you a thank you now, Matt. Because I met you in the garden that day, I have stopped being the crazy mom and turned into Charity again.

I was lost the day I met you in the garden Matt. My son wanted nothing to do with me. The feeling was mutual at the time. My daughter had been dead longer than she lived. My therapist wanted me to lock myself away, admit I could no longer survive the hell I live in without 24-hour a day supervision and total cessation of all the work I do. Instead, I was on my way to Georgia to confirm my mother had, indeed, conspired to have my father murdered.

Much like your mom and I could not know we each needed the other at the time, I could not know that meeting you would lead me to make the decision to suspend my one-woman, year long, human rights road trip and instead take up residence in the state of Mississippi to open the first ELLA’s Place.

You heard me right. I made up my mind today. ELLA is taking up shop in Mississippi. The point of all the work I’ve done the last five years is to one day open ELLA’s Place™, a community center which will offer support and education to those affected by violence and the criminal justice system, no matter which side of the crime scene tape our clients must cross to find us to begin to heal.

ELLA’s Place™ will be staffed by paid and volunteer social workers, lawyers, teachers, psychologists, and advocates who understand, and can deliver, the four things everyone affected by violence needs to stop, cope with, and overcome the violence of their life: Empathy. Love. Lessons. Action.

Matt, meeting you was just the first sign that I should bring The ELLA Foundation™, my passion, my skills, my commitment, and the first ELLA’s Place, to Mississippi in the name of love. Hundreds of other signs have guided my way back home to my Southern roots since that day in your garden. And you know how I like to follow my signs.

Don’t worry. I have a feeling I can’t shake loose. Mississippi is where ELLA and I are meant to be. Mississippi is where I see it all coming together, my promise to make my Ella’s death meaningful, all the work I’ve done, all the sacrifices we’ve all made. I am going to make Mississippi care Matt. You helped me see that. So now it’s your turn to watch me.

Just…..watch….me….. because, like you my friend, I got this.

Kiss my girl for me. I’ll kiss your mom for you soon.

I love you Matt Puckett. Here I come.

Yours in eternal solidarity,

Charity

 

In a final letter home to a friend, which arrived the day after he was murdered by Mississippi for a crime many credible parties believe, and evidence suggests, he did not commit, Matt wrote the following:

“Maybe an anti-death penalty group can be formed. A real one in Mississippi. If the death penalty can be eliminated in the South, the rest of the country will follow. I know you will fight for me. For all of us on death row.”

Help The ELLA Foundation™ prove Matt right. Prove the death penalty can be eliminated. Prove Mississippi cares.

It is NEVER too late. 

To learn more about ELLA’s Place, and how you can become involved in ELLA’s efforts to prevent violence and to advocate for human rights through education, criminal justice reform, and victim advocacy, contact Charity Lee, Executive Director, at [email protected]

To make a 100% tax deductible donation to help make ELLA’s Place a reality in Mississippi, visit Donate to ELLA

Much love you all. Until next time….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Words of a Monster?”

I have been super busy this last week with speaking engagements, interviews, and building support for The ELLA Foundation and the grassroots advocacy work we are doing in Mississippi. Let me tell you, I am not the only dogged and determined person out there who has set their mind to proving that Mississippi needs reform and that love, compassion, and education are the tools we need to utilize to effect that reform.

My phone rang off the hook this week, calls from family members of Mississippi’s incarcerated and condemned, seeking help for their loved ones. The one call I felt really, really bad about not being able to take each of the four times it was made was a call from Scotland, from Almut Brandl, the wife of Blayde Grayson, currently incarcerated at Parchman Plantation, otherwise known as the Mississippi State Penitentiary, on death row. Thanks to Almut’s dogged determination, she finally got me to answer the phone this morning, and we had a very pleasant conversation. I asked her to share, if willing, a story about Blayde that would help the public see that men on death row are not monsters. She did me one better. She shared Blayde’s own words. When I read them, I knew I had to share them immediately, before my overwhelming schedule took over again. When you read them, you’ll understand why ELLA is honored to share his words with you.

Love people…at the end of the day, it’s all about love. Or should be. Enjoy Blayde’s words, and if you’d like to help ELLA in her efforts to effect reform in Mississippis’s criminal justice system, or to share your story as Almut and Blayde have done, please email me at Talk to ELLA or at [email protected].

If you would like to write Blayde, you will find his address at the end of his story. Much love to all my ELLA peeps today.

 

POSITIVE NEWS: Sat. July 21st 2012

I had a conversation a few weeks ago with my neighbour. I heard him say out loud to the walls of his cell “I wish the world were different”. So I asked him a simple question “how would You contribute of Yourself to changing the world?” His immediate answer was to kill all the politicians and have an anarchical society where the only rule is the strong survive. I pointed out to him that’s exactly the world we live in today and the only way to change is with hearts of LOVE and open minds. This is also the formula for changing the world and saving the planet from human destruction. Of course the only response was laughter from my neighbour. Now, let me digress a little and explain. My neighbour’s laughter of derision is the typical response I receive when I speak to my fellows of LOVE, compassion, open hearts and minds and the honour of the divine Source of Life and Mother Earth. It’s extremely hard for the fellows here to understand me when I talk of LOVE, see I am surrounded by the men society considers so damaged and reprehensible that they decided we should all be murdered. I live on Mississippi’s Death Row waiting like the fellows to meet my fate. I fully understand each man here and his inability to feel as I do. It’s my view that LOVE, pure unbiased, unconditional LOVE is the only chance this planet and her inhabitants have of a hope for survival. Everyone’s first question is “Blayde, what the hell happened to You, dude?”, and my answer is always the same, “Almut and her LOVE!”

In 2009 guided by angels and with encouragement of her friend Johanna Almut decided to write to a convict and thanks to the Divine I was her choice. I don’t know why. Back then before “Almut and LOVE” I was about the lousiest low life piece of human trash on the planet. I was the quintessential example of all the horror stories You probably heard of what a Southern Outlaw Biker and Death Row convict was. I was so filled with rage, hate and self loathing that my every waking hour and the few hours I’d pass out and sleep – I never slept until I was too exhausted not to, the night mares I had I won’t describe here – were filled with visions of revenge so grotesque I won’t put them into words. All I thought about was how to cheat, scam and steel from everyone I could write. I’d plot to do the vilest things to the men around me. I was a sad and pathetic critter.

And then one day in early 2009 I received a letter from an Angel. It came floating into my cell all wrapped in red. Of course when I read Almut was a Doctor my first thought was, “hot damn cha-ching I hit the Jack Pot!, a Dr., a Dr. !” And the more I read the/her first letter the more hate I felt. Of all things she was a spiritual person. And I loathed anything spiritual. So I thought forget about it and threw the letter away, so I thought. One day a few months later in August 2009 I was cleaning my cell and going through some papers and what did I find? Yep, the Angel Almut’s letter. This was a head scratch moment for me. By this time I’d really began to struggle within myself. I’d become disillusioned and tired of the Outlaw lifestyle I was living, tired of the hate, tired of every thought being sick thoughts. Unbeknown to me this was my Soul and mind seeking desperately for the one nourishment it’d never had or known it lacked, that being LOVE. My Soul was beginning to register that part of it was missing. So when Almut’s letter reappeared I answered it and today I am a loved and loving and completely different man. I am my true Self and on a journey with my Soul Mate to heal my hate and the world and discombobulate the ignorance of selfishness. The pure simple LOVE Almut has shown towards me from that first letter to the simple beauty of her heart and Soul continues to surprize and inspire me to be a better man each day. Our one LOVE together spreads to the hate filled hearts of the men who live in these cells around me. Some of them never known LOVE or kindness until now shown to them by myself and Almut. Men who could care less if the sun comes up now will pray for Almut to have safe journeys so she and I can share our visits.

Our LOVE has planted seeds of hope and generosity in the fields of the bleakest Souls and our belief is with constant care and devotion our LOVE will be rewarded with fields of crazy wildflowers growing from inside those fellow fields of dire misery. Our LOVE, Almut’s LOVE changed me into a man of LOVE and peace. Our LOVE has fortified Almut’s Soul and in turn she has become more confident with an inner strength that moves mountains. Yes, I still have bad days, when the negative and darkness try to reclaim me. And Almut has bad days, too, when she looses hope and allows her fears to override her LOVE. But I quietly turn my thoughts to my future with Almut and all our dreams of home, a peaceful planet where LOVE abounds and our Family. Our LOVE saved me and is spreading around me in this prison. The convicts and officers alike notice the difference in me and they are slowly beginning to ask and wanting to know my formula and I happily tell them “the LOVE of my Wife.”

LOVE leads to finding Your true Self, and truth leads to finding Your life purpose, and with purpose comes hope, and with hope a future. If one lady who follows her heart and finds LOVE in the most unconventional place – a death house in America -, spreads LOVE, and heals one man’s damaged Soul, which spreads to those around him, just imagine the chances that can be made if we all follow our hearts, stop worrying about what society would think of us and reach out to those deprived Souls who need LOVE most, reach out to those who fell through the cracks and pull them back up on their feet, help them come out of the darkness and see the sunshine again and reach out to governments and voice Your views. Please join the collective consciousness, add Your positive vibes to mine and Almut’s and to the planet’s web. Let’s all heal the hearts that will heal our planet and humanity. LOVE is the only chance we have. LOVE is the only medicine to heal all sickness.

 

BLAYDE N. GRAYSON

37922

U-29/J-Bldg./D-Row

Parchman

Mississippi 38738

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Focus on Devin Bennett MS Death Row Inmate #L4820

I was contacted last night by Judy Manning, a representative of Devin Bennett, MS Death Row Inmate. He is currently on a hunger strike, day 12, to protest the conditions at Parchman. Here is an update from Judy…

Devin Bennett #L4820 is currently on a HUNGER STRIKE @ Parchman Prison in Mississipppi. Today is his 12th day of not eating food. He is drinking wter only and trying to stay hydrated. Prison officials are checking his blood pressure and have drawn blood. Devin is doing this because of the inhumane conditions at Unit 29 J @ Parchman in Mississipppi. The roof leaks and water also come up through the floor, there are no screens over the windows to keep spiders, bugs or mosquitoes out, there is no hot water in the cells, no water pressure even in the shower, unsanitary showers, halls and cells, no incentives for good behavior or tier work. The list goes on and on. They are shaking him down every 30 minutes to make sure he doesn’t have ANY food items. Joe Barnes or WLBT spoke with Devin through me this evening and is going to try to get a response from MDOC before airing Devin’s on-air interview. I am going to try to post a petition ASAP. Need your help in passing this along. In the meantime, I need everyone to swamp MDOC with calls and mail. The phone number to Parchman is 662-745-6611. Ext 3401 for Warden Timothy Morris.”

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Letter to Mississippi DR Inmates from ELLA & CEDP

August 8, 2012

Dear Ladies & Gentlemen of Mississippi’s Death Row:

My name is Charity Lee, and I am Founder & Executive Director of The ELLA Foundation™. Before I tell you about ELLA, and the reason for my letter, let me first apologize for the formality of a group letter. Currently, there are fifty-one too many of you on Mississippi’s death row, and while I wish I could contact you each personally at this time, the clock ticks, and there is much work to be done. I assure you, each and every one of you is a human being to me. I promise, should you decide to keep reading, and respond with questions or aide, you will hear from me individually.

I created The ELLA Foundation™ after my 13-year old son sexually assaulted and murdered his 4-year old sister, Ella, in February 2007, in the state of Texas. In what I hope was less than ten minutes, I became the mother of both a murder victim and murderer. Twenty-seven years before my son killed my daughter, my mother hired someone to kill my father, so I was already the the daughter of an alleged murderess and murder victim. All this murder makes me a 32-year veteran of the US criminal “justice” system.

The ELLA Foundation™ is a 501(c)3 nonprofit, based in Texas, whose mission is to prevent violence and to advocate for human rights through education, criminal justice reform, and victim advocacy. We encourage those facing great adversity to act with Empathy, Love, Lessons, & Action™ in the world, to allow that adversity to make us better people. As time passes, I am happy to tell you all you’d like to know about ELLA and myself but, for now, allow me to press on. Your families can learn more about ELLA at www.theellafoundation.com. If they don’t have Internet, they can call me personally at 210-601-9551.

I am writing to inform you that ELLA has partnered with Campaign to End the Death Penalty, a national grassroots organization dedicated to the abolition of capital punishment, with the sole purpose of opening CEDP chapters in Mississippi. CEDP has active chapters in cities and campuses across the United States-including California, Texas, Chicago, New York, and Washington D.C. It is time the people of Mississippi  impacted by the criminal justice system have a forum to make their voices heard, a forum to effect change. The ELLA Foundation™ and Campaign to End the Death Penalty are hoping to help foster that forum in Mississippi.

You may be wondering why the sudden interest in MS, and your lives, from CEDP and ELLA. I won’t speak for CEDP or Mark, but my connection to Mississippi is personal. In May 2012, I spent three days with the family of Matt Puckett, who was executed by Mississippi in March 2012. In that short time, I grew to love them. We share a common pain and beauty (that most of you can relate to): the pain of loving someone who has been murdered, someone who can be murdered, someone who may have, or did commit, murder. The beauty comes in loving that someone no matter what…no matter what…

Because I love the Puckett family, I decided I would do all I could to help them. All Mary wanted help with was bringing attention to Mississippi’s criminal justice system, so I said, “Ok!”. I just wasn’t sure how, yet, so I asked her to give me some time.

I travelled to DC to speak in front of the Supreme Court against the death penalty. While I was there, I learned CEDP wanted to start a chapter in MS. I emailed Mark, told him I would move to Mississippi for a spell, and do all I could to contact every single family of those currently on death row, and every family of those executed by the state since 1976, in the hope of bringing the families together for support, training, and advocacy work.

I arrive in Mississippi October 1, 2012 to do just that. I will do everything I can to help your families heal as best they can and teach your family what I’ve learned since my son murdered my daughter about how to be an effective and caring advocate for change and justice.

If you are interested in learning more about ELLA and CEDP, and what we are trying to help you and your families achieve, please contact me, Charity, at [email protected] or at 210-601-6551, or Mark Clements, whose contact information is included on the opposite side of this letter.

Until we talk again…love from ELLA, Ella, and me, Charity Lee….and remember….

“It may be when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” ~~ Wendell Berry

I look forward to hearing from you soon…

Charity Lee, Founder & Executive Director, The ELLA Foundation

 

TO: All Mississippi Death Row inmates

The Campaign to End the Death Penalty (CEDP) is a national grass roots organization
that fights aggressively against ALL executions here in the United States. My name is
Mark Clements a former Illinois State prisoner who received a natural life sentence for a
crime that I never committed. I was just 16 years old and found myself locked inside a
interrogation room getting beat and tortured by a white racist detective that worked under
the command of a corrupt racist Jon Burge. In Chicago Burge would round up African
American and Latino men, have them transported to the police station where he would
torture them to confess to crimes. I spent 28 years in prison before having my sentence
overturn which allowed for me to walk free and to unite with my family and friends.
While in prison it was the CEDP that came to my aid. All I had was my mother who since
died last year from cancer. I survived wrongful conviction just long enough to see my
dying mother. I am making a plead to each of you to get your family and friends involved
with the CEDP-Mississippi chapter. I believe that it is urgently important for each of you
to participate with a Campaign that is willing to fight for you. I strongly believe that
Mississippi has currently wide spread corruption within it’s criminal justice system and
behind the prison walls. What is the Campaign to End the Death Penalty? A family. We
want to build this organization with your family and friends, allowing them to have a
head of there chapter from among the group. If you are ready to fight against the death
penalty have your family and friends to contact Mark A. Clements, 847-276-1382 or email: [email protected].
The United States is the only country in the Western industrialized world that still uses
the death penalty. Since 1990, 30 countries have abolished the death penalty. Among the
74 countries who continue to execute, a tiny group accounts for the vast majority of the
world’s executions each year— China, Iran, Vietnam and the United States. In the U.S.,
more than 3,200 people live on death row. Since 1976, when the death penalty was
reinstated, more than 1,200 people have been executed in the United States. More than
three-quarters took place in southern states—and over 35 percent in Texas alone. For
decades, both Republicans and Democrats have competed to be “tough on crime,” and
throughout the 1980s and ’90s, executions skyrocketed. More recently, however, public
support for the death penalty has declined.
I look forward in hearing from you, your families, friends, church groups, and other
organizations in the Mississippi area that share equal beliefs.
Thank you all for your cooperation.
P.O. Box 25730
Chicago, IL 60625
847-276-1382 phone
847- fax
[email protected] e-mail
www.nodeathpenalty.org web

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