Day 21 No word

Today is Wednesday.  Today, I still have not heard from Matt.  I searched the Bureau of Prisons website and discovered that he has been moved to USP Atlanta, another transfer hub.  I was told by someone who is familiar with the prison that Matt may not be there very long before he is shipped to some other place in the country.

Today, I listened to his voice as a very sweet friend posted a recording of him on Twitter to encourage another hactivist who faces possible extradition to the US.

Thank you to the concerned and angelic lawyer out there who told me she would track Matt and not to worry.  We have been blessed with a larger family of people who are committed to watching out for each other and us.

I suffer from PTSD like my kid.  I know what he must be going through to be bounced around.  I have nightmares and panic attacks.  I suspect he’s experiencing these things, too.

I miss discussing a particular book with him that he’s reading or mulling over a particular Bible passage.  Mostly, I miss singing with him at night.  He has a really good voice and we all harmonize.  Must make it tough for the transcriptionist on the monitored phone calls…:)


Do something kind for a total stranger.

Get involved with prison reform.



Day 20 Watchers

Today is Tuesday.  Today, I did not hear from Matt.  Today, I suspect he has been moved again.  Today, I am reminded of how prescient he is.  Matt had a feeling that he would be gone today from Grady.   He has called it every time.  He knew the night before that he would leave Bowling Green and he was sure that one Thursday he would leave Memphis.

I am amazed though, how many followers check in with me and I feel there are thousands of eyes watching.  It comforts my son to know that he is supported and things can’t be done under the cover of darkness.  Say it isn’t so..on the other hand don’t bother because we know very well how it works here.

I wait for him to contact us.

I most humbly thank all of those beautiful people who are committed to send up prayers and thoughts.  You are a blessing.  I send out love and hugs to all who follow @freemattdehart and especially to my three angels, my pirate, my radio hosts and my Jewish lawyer who always keep me encouraged, calm and close to their hearts as they are to mine.

Peace people.

Stand up for those who can’t.


Day 19 socks

Today is Monday.  Today I could hear the smile in Matt’s voice.  He had taken a shower with shampoo and soap, put on a fresh tee and boxers and clad his bare feet with socks.  Since last Wednesday his only underclothes, a pair of boxers.  He walked around barefooted and no tee.  I told him to pretend he was camping..:)  Today, he received his commissary order and the world was right relatively speaking.

Today, someone cried in the shower.  Matt found out this 40 year old man was sentenced to 75 years.  Matt told him not to give into despair.  He encouraged the man to keep fighting.  He asked me why it is that people seek his counsel.  I told him it’s in the genes as both his parents seem to have that experience with others, too.  It is not uncommon for total strangers to share what’s on their hearts with us.

I think it’s because we love people.

If you are putting on or taking off your socks; a rather mundane act, think about how blessed you are.  We have lots of people in jail that are without basic necessities and may be stuck without socks.

When I put my socks on tomorrow, I will be reminded how very rich I am at that moment.

Peace to you.

Pray for an inmate.  Call a chaplain at a prison and ask how you might help.



Day 18 Easter

Today is Sunday.  Today is Easter for those who celebrate as such.  Today I had lunch with some of the most down to earth people in the state.  Today, I watched children hunt for Easter eggs and listened to their excited chatter.

I wondered in my heart if they would ever know peace in this world.  I prayed in my heart that these little people would grow up not to be entrepreneurs, not financially wealthy, not collectors of stuff, not seekers of fame.  No, I prayed that they would grow up to be kind, compassionate, courageous, humble and people of peace.

Today, instead of bologna, Matt had a ham dinner with all the trimmings.  There is some humanity even in the far dusty corners of this country.  One has to be grateful for the small things and when people act like human beings and not psychopaths.

Peace to you.









































































































Day 17 stay positive

Today is Saturday.  Today, I ordered more food for my son.  He does not like to ask others for food because he knows how the other guys around him struggle with hunger.  But, today, after feeling a bit under the weather, Matt broke down and asked.  Someone was kind enough to give him Chili and Fritos.  I ordered a replacement, so he could pay it back.

He was bummed because another inmate who had hundreds of inappropriate images received 2 years.  Matt got 7.5 years of a plea deal for garbage, for lies.  What is that phrase, “equal and just under the law.”  Heh heh.

The sad part in all of this, peoples’ lives are destroyed because they’ve seen or had images. We’re not talking about contact crimes.  And, in case you weren’t aware, a person 17 years, 11 months and 29 days old is considered a child under the law.  Think about it.

I saw a tweet about Ross Ulbricht and his ability to experience joy and love even though he has been sentenced to life.  Matt can echo those feelings himself.  He does an amazing job of staying positive even when the surroundings are rather nasty.  I have to commend both Matt and Ross for staying positive and seeing the important things in life.

I was told as a kid that you can always find someone worse off than yourself.  Here is a story that will give you perspective on your own life/situation:

Share some love.

Write an inmate.

Day 16 bologna sandwiches

Today is Friday.  Today I heard from my son.  Today, we commiserated and chuckled.  Two weeks of sunshine and healthy food has turned into another dungeon in Oklahoma (a local jail the Feds rent for space because of the overcrowding of the federal facility) where the guys don’t go outside and breakfast consists of powdered eggs and powdered milk and lunch and dinner are bologna sandwiches.

Matt has no tee shirts, no socks and one pair of boxers.  He said at least he has more than most in third world countries.  There is one phone for 30 guys in the bay.
Matt has access to email. Here the beauty of capitalism at work. It is 50 cents for outgoing and another 50 cents for incoming emails. There is a service charge for putting money on a phone account, on commissary when ordering socks and tees and if one sends a western union. Certainly, we have to provide money to the corporations exploiting prisoners and their families. It wouldn’t be American if we didn’t.

My son called just a few minutes ago to say goodnight. In the course of the conversation he said he was hungry. Ooh if that doesn’t just put a knife in a mom’s heart. I just paid a small fortune in fees beyond buying him hygiene products and underclothes and he doesn’t get enough to eat.

I am going to be grateful that he is alive and I heard from him. As one of my dear friends told me today, “Be strong, this too, will pass.” (Thank you, Stanley).

To write Matthew:
Matthew Paul DeHart 06813-036
Grady County Jail

I do not know how long he will be at the county jail before going to the federal facility.
Thank you for following and reading my posts.
God bless you..:)




































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Matt also has access to email.  It is 50 cents a message for either incoming our outgoing.  Yup, what would these companies do without prisoners?  The astonishing beauty of capitalism at work.










































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Day 15 Gone again

Today is Thursday.  Today, she called at around 10:30 am this morning.  She said her husband told her that Matt always calls his mom around this time of the day.  He said she must tell me that Matt was taken.  She said her husband will miss Matt.

“He’s brilliant; but, what’s so different about this guy is that he’s so humble, so kind.  Yeah, I’ll miss him.”  Her husband told her and I apologized for crying on the phone.

She said, “You go ahead and cry, dear.  I know what you’re feeling.”  Her name is Betty and she’s ill, on hospice and her husband is in prison.  She comforted me.

You would think that as often as this has happened, I would be more than use to it.  I don’t believe I will ever “get use” to it.  So, as I watched the rain fall today, it fell, too, from my eyes and flooded my heart.

I’ve made it a practice that when in pain, I try to go do something good.  So, I wrote a letter to the autistic inmate left behind and sent him a few dollars for commissary.  I mailed a book my son asked me to buy for someone he wished he could have had more time just talking over a beer and getting to know better. I baked cookies and took them to the community kitchen where I served food tonight.

Show someone love this week.

I read about 86 inmates who are languishing in jail because they have no representation.  That’s just one jail in one city in one state.

Make a difference for someone who is suffering.