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Cop on the Compound by Mark Anthony Given

How many Cops does it take to push a handcuffed prisoner down a flight of stairs?  
None!  The asshole slipped and fell! -Joseph Wambaugh, The Black Marble

          I KNEW THIS GUY MICHAEL DOWD AT FCI Marianna in Florida. I got to give it to him, he didn't PC "Protective custody," he walked around the compound like the rest of us. They took a lot of money out of his house when he was arrested. When the state courts handed him over to the feds, the state kept the money. When I met him in the law library at FCI Marianna, Florida he wanted my help with post-conviction matters, i.e.,  USC 2255,  having lost all his appeals. I think he appealed a USSG sentencing guideline matter because he plead guilty, I don't remember. Anyway, I looked over his stuff and asked where that money went. He said he didn’t know could I get it back for him? It was maybe thirty-thousand dollars, I forget. I whipped up a generic Petition for Remission modeled after the Federal Rule of Criminal Procedure with the same name, claiming the criminal matter was over and the money was never properly forfeited. The State either never responded (they're the favorite response) or conceded. Mike had me draw up a little one-time Power of Attorney for his brother to receive the money and the next thing I know (a week later) I got rolled up and put in the SHU "Special Housing Unit," commonly known as the "Hole."
That's FCI Marrianna from the air..
              ON THE WAY TO THE HOLE I either saw Mike or someone told me they rolled him up too or I saw him across the hall, again I forget, this was in the late 90's. What do I tell them? What do I do? "Tell them the truth, just like it happened, we haven’t done anything wrong" I instructed him. I left federal prison after doing nearly 12 years on a 10-year sentence for bank fraud with nearly ten-thousand dollars in my account but I never "charged" anyone anything. That is extremely frowned upon and will get you thrown in the "Hole."

              THE NEXT MORNING THEY TOOK ME in front of a high-ranking hack and a Disciplinary Committee. Nothing like any state joint, the Fed's treat you human. 

"Mr. Given, the mail room brought to our attention that you and inmate Michael Dowd both received checks from the same individual; yours for $5,000 and his for $10,000. Do you want to tell us why this is? We know you do legal work and want to know is that what this is?"   
"Yes sir, that's exactly what that this is, but that is not a fee. I never charged Michael Dowd or anyone for legal work. This is what happened. Captain, I been down nearly twelve years on a ten-year sentence. I violated parole twice for smoking pot. I'm not a jailhouse lawyer and I been here nearly two years and you haven't heard of me charging anybody anything. I know I can't charge anyone. I'm a paralegal. I set in a classroom for three years at night while holding down a full-time job for a two-year degree.  Mike asked me to look at his stuff and because of the notoriety of his case (I'd seen him on 60 Minutes and he was sitting right next to me in the TV Room!), I was curious. Come to find out, when the state handed him over to the feds, they forgot the money he was seized with. I showed him how to file a Petition for Remission in state court and they gave it back to him. I never charged him anything but if I got you $30,000 back, wouldn’t you want to do something for me?" 
He leaned back in his chair and scratched his head.
 "Let me speak to Mr. Dowd and if that's what happened 
you'll be out of here today."
  He let us both out of the hole that day and I had to go back to an Army Cot on the floor with the "New Fish,"  while I waited for a cell in my Unit with five grand safely in my account.  
        That is where I was approached by the next character in this brilliant saga...

(Which was Joseph Davenport, III See Pussy Whip Cake.

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