The next day I was able to write only one letter,
so I let my parents know about how I was doing so far.
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Dear Mom and Dad, They’ve only allowed me to write one letter so far. If this gets to you before 7pm this Tuesday, one of you may visit me. If neither of you can make it, call Curtis and ask him to come. If he can’t, ask him to call Mary. They’ve taken away all my clothes and have given me a one-piece uniform. I wear thongs on my feet and a stocking over my head. They fed us stew for dinner (no lunch.) They won’t let us go to the bathroom. There is no toilet in our cells. I’m in a cell with 2 other prisoners. I’ll tell you more about it when I get out. (There are no phone calls allowed. They blindfolded me on my way here so I don’t know where I’m at for sure. (Call Stanford.) Whoever visits me will have to talk through a door opening. The mail – both incoming and outgoing – is censored. Love, Prisoner 1037 (I cannot divulge my true identity)