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April Anderson’s father is locked up for life after selling drugs to pay for his son’s bone marrow transplant.
Here is an excerpt from Anderson's letter to the ACLU.
"Dad usually suggests we leave a little early because leaving is the 'elephant in the room' that we're all trying to avoid. 'Ya'll go on and head home and get some rest. Don't worry about me, I'm fine.'
My dad is one of the thousands who have been sentenced to prison until they die for nonviolent drug or property crimes.
I've traveled to five different states visiting my father in federal prisons over the last 18 years. Our relationship has consisted of supervised visits heavily laden with rules and regulations and the occasional 15-minute phone conversation. Rather than going out to eat or sharing a meal around a table, we've opened bags of chips within earshot of armed guards. Our family pictures are all the same—Dad in some hideous colored jumpsuit while we all try to smile for the camera.
The fact is that Dad's getting old. He's only 54, but 18 years in a federal prison has a way of wearing you down and aging you. He takes 7 pills a day, mostly for high blood pressure. For all I know, he could be dead and it could be some time before I was contacted. The thought of my Dad sitting day after day, hour after hour in a federal prison breaks my heart."