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* Jerard has since been moved to Pittsburgh and has this to add:
Greetings Friends:
My name is Jerard Bradley and I have been moved from SCI Green to Pittsburgh and am temporarily off Death Row while I await to go back to court.
My new address is:
Mr.
Jerard Bradley
BQ-6128
1100 Pike Street
Huntingdon PA
16554-1112
I am looking for penpals who are interested in poetry and especially those interested in helping me with my legal funds and to help pay the printer for my new book on poetry.
Poetry & Prose by an enlightened soul
"Poetry & Prose"
by
Jerard Bradley
Thanks and I hope to hear from you soon
Price:
$ 8.00
Shipping & Handling:
$ 2.00
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Total Cost:
$10.00
Please make payment in a money order only
and make it out to Jerard Bradley.
Cash or checks are not acceptable and the
money order must be in American currency. The book is ready for sale
but I need financial help to pay the printer.
Please purchase this book to help raise money for Jerard Bradley's Legal Defense Fund.
Poetry & Prose by Jerard Bradley c/o
Jerard Bradley
BQ-6128
P.O. Box 99901
Pittsburgh, PA 15233
WAITING ON A LETTER THAT NEVER COMES by Jerald Brady:
CLICK-the outside door opens, most everyone quietly slides over to their cell doors, peeping out to see if its mailcall. But its only the Sergaent making his rounds. No one really wants to be seen looking out of their doors at mailtime, that would be acknowledging their anticipation or trepidation.
CLICK-theres the outside door again, damn, its only the block workers with cleaning utensils. Where's the guard with the mail? The same thoughts run through my mind each day around this time when the mail is scheduled to come around with the mail.
Does anybody love me, did anyone think about me this week, did
my penpal in Ireland or England set aside 15 minutes of their time to let
me know I'm in their thoughts? Does
anyone
out there even care that I'm sitting here locked away in a small cage suffering
all manner of inhumane indignities? Is someone gonna remember me today?
CLICK- there's the outside door again, somebody yells out the elusive world: MAILCALL. And like little children who eagerly await the new dawn of Christmas morning to tear open their presents, we grown men race to the door full of anticipation and anxiety - hoping upon hope that the mailman would be gracious and show me some love today.
But alas, I get another drive by, and I think to myself - oh well, maybe tomorrow I'll get something. But deep in my heart I feel the painful sting of disappointment as I realise it's been another day in this living hell hole, that I've been waiting on a letter that never comes.
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