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First of all my given name is, Douglas A., 45 years old age, standing 6″0ft tall, 225 pounds, all man and very handsome! I”m dark skinned with a bald head and nice, white teeth with a beautiful smile. I”m a very good, understanding and caring, open-minded young man that knows to treat people. I love to cook, clean, shop and do things together as a family! And it”s much more about myself as well.
I was convicted of a crime I didn’t do but thanks God i have help now to prove my innocence. And i will be going back to court soon. 🙂 One may wonder what the hardest part of being in prison is and that”s and easy question to answer. It”s at mail call. To see the men around you have their name called and not mine is extremely hard.
With this i”m looking for someone who understands friends can be the very reason why life is worth going through. Iam a good, friend, i know how to listen, and learn about people who come in contact with me, just so that i can lend the right advice when they are down and sad. I think friendship is a key aspect to peace and love on earth. I hope you have read tese words and feel compelled to write me and give me the opportunity to learn to know you. I promise that you will not be dissapointed at all. The value of friendship can never be measured at time, but instead in the worth of what each memeber involved brings to the connection. Waht kind of person i”m seeking to have as a friend is one that”s willing to be supportive of me as i want to do for them. I seek a person with an open mind to different subjects with a sense of humor and also a serious side to them. Age, race, are unimportant to me. What”s important to me is the willingness to develop a meaningful friendship that”s special to us both. If you are willing to have a friendship in a person that doesn”t care to play games then please write. You won”t be disappointed in the return letter to you. 🙂 🙂 The value of a friendship is very special to me. I bring you trust and strength that you may use in any way you deem necessary. Take care and remember motivation dedication and inspiration can not prevail without participation. Committment is the key of success and achievement, to friendship.
Yours truly Douglas
Have a nice blessed day my new friend!!!
Letzte Aktualisierung: August 2016
My name is Duane B. and I was born in Houston, Texas. Houston is a large and fast city! I have been on Texas Death Row since 1997 for 20 years, and have seen a lot over the years her on the Row. I would like to share some of my thoughts and dreams with you!
I am a Christian. I am also a very open-minded person. I enjoy meeting new people and learning about different cultures. I like most sports: Basketball, Football, Tennis, Track & Field, etc. I like reading good book, riding motorcycles, boating and fishing, and just going to the sea, ocean, or lake to just sit and think and meditate. I love plants and animals and love to take long walks through the forests.
I am a good listener, so if you would love to have a friend that you can talk to, I am here for you. I am looking forward to hearing from you!
Closing thoughts – “Those who bring sunshine to the faces of the others cannot keep it from themselves.” By James M. Barrie
“It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.” By Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The generous soul will be made rich and he who waters will also be watered himself.”
The Word, Proverbs 11:25
God bless you, In God’s Love!
I shall not die, but Live! and declare the works of the LORD!
Letzte Aktualisierung: Juni 2018
THE LIFE OF ROBERT C.
My name is Robert, I was born September 10, 1972 in Houston Texas, 2 month after I was born my father moved us to Louisiana with his mother Amelia, my grandmother! Everything was good, but not great, the reason I say that is because, we had a roof over our head and food to eat, which was provided by my grandmother Amelia and my father Wilbert, my mother Wilda who didn’t work because she was taking care of me and my 2 older brothers and the older sister at the time! And I was the baby at the time! So after about 2 years my father and grandmother had gotten into an argument about something, so we moved back to Houston Texas with my aunt Joyce, my father only sister, which she had 4 kids herself! So we was making it with what we had! She had a 3 bedroom house, but it had 2 dens, so we had to make those for our sleeping rooms, which wasn’t much!
And that’s when it all started… My father started verbally abusing my mother, I mean any lillte thing he would surse her, then leave and stay out all night! He got another woman pregnant around the same time that my mother had me: Which we didn’t find out until 12 years later!
So after about 3 years with my aunt, her and my mother had along talk, she anted us to leave, so my mother asked her would she give her a few month to find a job>>> My mother found a job a month later, so with her first 2 checks my mother got us an apartment, my father wasn’t to happy about that, but he didn’t make to much of a fuss, because the money was not coming out of his pocket!
But he was still up to his same old cheating ways!!!….So about 2 years later my mother was working overtime to make some extra money for the house, so my father came home and did not see my mother, and he had a fit, which means he beat all of us, even after we told him that mom was working overtime>>>So when she came home he beat her too! Because he thought that she was out doing what he’s been doing to her Cheating! He took it out on us because we was there at the time! But what he didn’t know that my mother was pregnant with my littler sister Monique! But after he found out, the beatings got worse for us, Because he didn’t hit my mother because she was pregnant!!!!
He would come home drunk waking up everybody at 3:00 am in the morning talking about clean up the house! The house was already clean! But you couldn’t tell him that, this went on every 3 days out of the week, I was only 7 years old>>> Then after my little sister Monique was born, he started back beating my mother, he would beat her so bad, that sometimes she couldn’t even got to work for a week and then she would get fired, so we had to move, because of evictions>>> In the next 3 years we moved about 6 times because of evictions!
My father was very abusive, we was so scared that we would take turns sleeping at night, thinking that heÄd come in ouor room and beat us, which he did! But we felt that seeing it coming was a lot better than not seeing it and waking up hollering not knowing what’s happening! When I turn 10 my mother was pregnant again with Amelia who is now my baby sister and is named after my grandmother. The beatings started rough again for us, But I wasn’t scared any more, I was angry and tired of it, so I started trying to help my mother, which only made it worse for me, buzt I didn’t care because I felt like I was helping my mother, evertime he would start hitting my mother I would bust through the door with my baseball bat, which the results was always the same he would knowck me up side my head and send me back to my room, but I’d do the samething everytime! This went on the next 3 years. One day he hit my mother in the face with the telephone and knoecked out some of her teeth, that did it for me, I left home at 13 years old, I was looking for a gun, because I said that either he was going to kill me or I was going to kill him!!
My mother didn’t try and stop me from moving our, because the knew the reason, I would only come around when I knew he wasn’t home! One day I came home and my 2 baby sister’s was there with my older sister, my mother was out looking for work because she had gotten fired from the last job because of the telephone deal, so my baby sister’s was sitting next to me and both of there little stomachs started grawling, so I ask them have they ate anything today and they said no, and I’m like why not, they said ain’t nothing to eat, my heart just dropped! I just got up and told them that I’d be back, and they started crying so I ask them what’s wrong, they both said we want to go with you, the tears were in my eye’s, but I would not let them fall in front of them because I felt that I had to be strong for them, I just said wait for me right here I’ll be back in 20 minutes! On my way to the store I cried all the way there, but becore I went in I got myself together and went in the store and I didn’t have a dime to my name, but I wasn’t leaving that store until I had some food for my little sister’s, so I stoble about $20.00 worth food and took it to my little sister’s, the smile on there faces were priceless, I sat there and watched them enjoy themselves with a bid smile on my heart and face, but not for long because my father came home, I didn’t move because I was going to protect my little sister’s by any means neccessary>>> Now he had the nerves to ask them what’s that ya’ll eating, talking about let daddy get a bite, I said I be damm, you don’t get nothing, so we started arguing, so he call him self the just going to take some food, I said go ahead and I pulled my gun, I told him it will be the last bite he ever take, so he sat the stuff back down and just looked at me, then he said get out of his house, I said I’m not leaving nowhere until my little sister’s finish eating and I didn’t leave until they sinish, and before I left I let him have it about how can he sit up there and call himself a daddy when these littl e girls, his little girls sitting here hungry, I told him that he was a sorry excuse for anybody’s father…
I’d been on the streets since I was 13 years old, I never had anybody to tell or encourage me to stay in school and to do something with my life, I know how to play basketball real good and I feel that if I had that encouragement I could have been something in life, but the streets tought me all I know!
My mother finally left my father after one night she ask him did he want to go out, he said no but she could go on, so she asked him to give her a ride, so he said no, so she said cool, so she got a ride from a male friend, and my father followered her, and when she got home he triend to stabb her talking about she was cheating on him, how was that so when she asked him to take her, but she finally left him!
I had to teach myself how to read and write when I came to prison, but I made it my mission to make sure my sister’s finish school, they started school while I was locked up, but I wrote them all the time about finishing school, which they did, that made me proud of them and I know it made my mother very proud! This past February I had seen my mother for the first time in 13 years, I don’t have much family support, they write every now and then to let me know they are doing o’kay! I have 2 other sister’s on my father side and a brother, which I still have not seen! I’ve met and got to know my other 2 sister’s when I was in the free world Alice and Terri…
Letzte Aktualisierung: Mai 2018
At age nineteen, I was arrested and charged with 2 counts of 1st degree murder. A crime that since the 1st day of my arrest, I proclaimed no involvement. For 15 years, I’ve been appealing my case, fighting for a new trial. Fifteen years with little to no progress due to bad lawyering and constant court error. From the moment of my conviction, I knew that this would be a long uphill battle, and truly it has been. I was very naive at the start of all this. And I truly believed in my heart that things would work out naturally. Foolish thinking indeed. I was totally unaware of capital punishment and its insidious history. And since then, my views have changed. Waiting for the justice system to come to its senses would be like waiting for the toothfairy. It’s just that ridiculous! The only way to truly get the system to recognize its faults is through battle … Nothing less. Who am I? It would be very easy to list a long batch of qualities. But instead I’d rather do something different, and list the traits I’m not so proud of – the ones I’d like to change. First off: Criticism. Accepting criticism ( whenever it is given ) has always been a challenge for me. Because my initial instinct when being criticized is always to defend first – listen last. Of course it also depends on who it is – where the criticism is coming from. Though all and all, even if the critic is right – it takes a while to sink in. Not proud of it! I guess the next thing would be ‘taking orders’. People who think that they are better than you. People who think that they have the right to tell you what you can and cannot do. In most cases I am able to grit my teeth and bear. Though whatever the circumstances – it is always nerving. And last but not least: Stubbornness! Didn’t even realize until a friend pointed it out to me. Of course I challenged it at first. Though when I thought about it later on, I realized he was right. And if I ever wanted to progress, become a better human being, somehow – someway – I would have to work to change that. To change ones way of thinking overnight is virtually impossible. And though I have managed to make positive adjustments – it’s a constant work in progress. Furthermore … I am bad with math, have trouble remembering names and, I sometimes find humor in things that I shouldn’t. Hey! I’m human! Overall, when writing this – I wanted to present a form of realism that now-a-days can’t be found. And hopefully, whoever the reader? could walk away feeling a sense of camaraderie. Because no matter how you slice it, after reading this, there should be no question as to what I offer … Pureness, fearless, personal dialogue. I do not have a long list of request for anyone to meet but, I do have one. And that one is ‘realism’. I am looking for real people. Someone with a brain and a pulse that can think on their own. Someone of creative nature who can formulate their own ‘ideas’ without regurgitating societal spam. If you’re out there … I’d love to hear from you.
Letzte Aktualisierung: Februar 2014
My name is Christian, I was placed on Death Row at the Polunsky Unit in Texas on the 4th of March 2009.
I am from Bryan-College Station, Texas. I am interested in seeking a pen friend that I can correspond with and build a lasting friendship. Any and all help is greatly appreciated.
So about me:
I am 22 years old, born 6-20-87. I love soccer and have played my whole life. I also have a passion for traveling overseas. I have visited several countries in Europe including Denmark, Sweden, France, Spain and the UK.
I love learning and I am always trying to educate myself on new things.
I enjoy reading and writing. Try to stay busy and would really like to make and build strong relationships. If you would like to write me, my address is …
Info: Christians Todesurteil wurde für ungültig erklärt und er hat ein neues Strafzumessungsverfahren erhalten. Sein Todesurteil wurde in eine lebenslängliche Haftstrafe umgewandelt.
Letzte Aktualisierung: Februar 2014
Please allow me to take this time to introduce myself. I am an inmate at Greene County Correctional facility in Waynesburg, PA. I have only been incarcerated since 2002 at the age of 24. I have long ways to go before I see any light of the real world, but while I am here I would like to meet new friends that would understand my true feelings and pain of my every day lifestyle. With this letter I am hoping to catch a glimpse of different places of the wonderful world that I am missing. Maybe striking up a fun relationship in between small talks.
Books and magazines can hardly replace lively people and interacting with you would mean much more to me because the pulse of life for me is in the moments with others. So much is going on in the free world, your views can broaden my sight and sense beyond these walls, or you might yourself want a glimpse of life in these here shadowy parks. What is weighing on your mind right now? Follow through my way with some cheers. I need that since yesterday.
Thanks for having read this far, now I must share a little bit more about myself:
Race: African American, Age: 37, Birthday: 5-15-1977, Zodiac sign: Taurus.
Hobbies: Reading, working out, listening to music of any kind, but favorites are: oldies of the 70’s & 80’s and R&B.
If you like to know more about me please feel free to ask when / if you decide to write me and I would be gladly to share more.
I am seeking for a man or woman it really doesn’t matter as long as I hear from you soon. I hope through what you have read guide you my way to becoming future friends. I really hope for that dearly.
Letzte Aktualisierung: März 2014
My name is Stanley you can call me Stan. I am African American native in Alabama. Born June 17,1965 in small cily lived most my life. Locked up 15 years. (Need love, hope and a friend). My hobbies are reading, films, weight lifting, sports, music, documentries and animal life, writing and studying laws.
Am seeking a loyal and dependable pen-friend. Open minded to any and every subject. Maybe we can lift each up when in low spirits, and always give one another a smile and lots of laughs.
Would you be interested in prison life and be the special woman in and a part of Stan’s world? If you are interested + please always put your return name and address outside your envelope and all responses to me!
I want to know you and I wait your reply. Age, race or color is no factor. I accept and will appreciate your friendship forever.
Write soon. 🙂
Letzte Aktualisierung: Februar 2014
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