Archive for the 'I”m Doing Life For Cannabis' Category

Elizabeth Bishop

Jimmy Romans Billboard Campaign #freejimmyromans

Jimmy Romans appeal has been scheduled for the week of October 5, 2015. The appeal is being held in the 5th district which is located in New Orleans. We are looking for as much support as possible to attend, but prior to this we have signed a contract to have a billboard up the week prior to Jimmys appeal in order to bring awareness that Life sentences are still being given for cannabis. Please donate and share this link!

A $500 cash donation has also been provided so $567 is remaining to be raised.

You can write jimmy personal at the contact info below:


James Romans 10195028

Terre Haute Federal Prison

Federal Bureau of Prisons


Terre Haute, IN 47808


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Elizabeth Bishop

Jimmy Romans First Blog Post (POW420 Sponsored)

jimmy and aliciaI was able to see my parents & my oldest daughter last Sat. It is always great to see them. I love my family so much. My parents just recently returned from visiting my sister in California for the Holidays. I remember when all of the family would get together at my house to celebrate birthdays & holidays. What good times we have had. The last time was over 5 years ago. Now, I can only enjoy my families company in a short visit in a strict visiting room in the High Security Federal Penitentiary that I am currently being housed at. I am blessed to even be able to see them, so I do count my blessings daily. I have been able to see my oldest daughter, who is 17 yrs. old, about 12 times since 2011. My youngest daughter is almost 9 & my son will be 8 in August. I have not talked or seen either one of them since June, 2011. My sister is such a big part of my life. I love her so much. She is my sweet angel. She lives in California & I have only been able to see her about 5 times since 2010. Other family members & friends frequently visit me, & for that I am also blessed. I am so very blessed to have many, many people in my corner during this rough season in my life. Family, friends, loved ones, churches, total strangers (who I consider family now), & especially God. It tears me up inside to see how my incarceration has ripped apart my family & friends. I miss the times we have had daily with each other. What I would do to know then what I know now. Everything happens for a reason. I really have grown from this experience. I just don’t understand why I was so harshly penalized for exercising my constitutional right to take my case to trial. I received a LIFE sentence for conspiracy to deal marijuana & am now housed at a Maximum Security Federal Prison. I do thank everyone for all of the on-going support through e-mails, letters, cards, phone calls, visits, & prayers. My Appeal is going forward now. It has been held up for the last 2 years, but it is finally proceeding forward. I anticipate great things to happen in my future. I will continue to fight this un-just Justice System we have here in the United States. I will never give up!!  Thanks again for all of your on-going support. Keep me in your thoughts & prayers.

Sincerely,   James “Jimmy” Romans

Inmate # 10195028

Terre Haute Federal Prison

Terre Haute, IN

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George Martorano

Gray America – George Martorano’s First Hempfest Blog

prison bars

His eyes opened.  His nose smells.  His right hand reaches out and runs along the cell wall.  He feels pain in his lower back.  He breathes in the years and exhales within his mind.  He begins to pull, push, struggle himself upright on the prison bunk.  He lifts one leg, then the other and his feet succumb slowly to the cold concrete floor.  With his torso lean; his stooped shoulders, he stares at all below.  He sees the draft blowing across the bottom of the steel door; pushing, lent, bits and pieces of this and that.  With a moan he stands and shuffles the long, the short, distance to the steel sink.  His hurt hands grab hold the sides and ever so slowly he looks, believes, into the tin mirror.  Oh, what he sees.  The age; as if the bent tree outside the cell’s window…..  In time with worn old but clean prison clothes, he begins the journey.  First he eases his head out the cell door.  He looks left.  He looks right.  He begins to move.  There’s no one about…..  Finally, he enters the traffic of the living dead; the long red broad way of the prison hall.  He does not look up at the faces.  His mind ignores the sound.  The smell of prison food his lungs reject…..  Yet, he shuffles on. 

He moves with the set purpose within.  He moves with the final judgment he has decided within.  In time he’s there.  It is where the orders come from.  It is where they told him he must leave.  He must go free after 52 years caged.  He stands, backs up against the stone of the wall.  Now he adjusts his stare, a moving stare, at what is about him; the waste, the human waste, as he.  Then the plan begins to develop.  It is a simple plan as he himself; a simple prisoner and no more.  He exhales.   He sees a cut in the human traffic and he shuffles across to the spot he chose.  Before the set of steel bars he locks onto with his old hands.  Then with all the aches within, he begins to slide to that red stone floor….. 

He shimmies his arms through the steel and holds on for dear life…..  “Come on Mr. Brown.  You’ve got to go today,” delivers a guard from the group of guards around the desperate soul…..  They see his head shake, the gray of it.  They hear the mumble and whimper coming from he who sits…..  “Clear the hall.  Clear the hall!”  And the prisoners are chased away; just the man and his want and the uniforms with their orders….”I, I, there ain’t nothin out there for me.”  And finally a clear sentence comes from what the courts have delivered from decades within the prison castle…..  “Just leave him be”; “Come on all of you go on about your jobs” said the warden, leaving the man to decide when to unlock his soul from the forever grip. 


What I have just revealed to you I have witnessed; for I was one of those prisoners in that hall traffic that day.  What I have relayed to you is occurring in prisons all across America.  We are the only country that keeps non-violent prisoners forevermore in cages.  Sad to say; I George Martorano, might someday find his set of bars and lock onto with all of my soul’s wants. 

George Martorano, CR: 12973 George is serving life for cannabis.  You can read more about George HERE

Seattle Hempfest George Martorano Cannabis Life in prison

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