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From Tina:
As I sit here in the confines of La Vista Women’s Correctional Facility, my heart compels me to speak out—not for my own sake, but for the countless women around me who endure these harsh realities day after day.
At 70 years old, having lost my son in service to our country, I find myself wrongfully imprisoned, yet my thoughts turn to these sisters in struggle, many so young and full of potential, trapped in a system that fails them profoundly.
The daily grind here is unrelenting. Flashlights pierce the darkness hourly through the night, robbing us of restful sleep. We rise early, navigating a routine that offers little solace. Our basic provisions are meager: three uniform tops and bottoms, five pairs each of underwear, bras, and socks—items so flimsy they fray and tear long before their time. With a mere $13 a month in state pay, these women struggle to afford even the essentials like shampoo, soap, or deodorant. Small comforts, like a treat or extra phone time to connect with loved ones, remain out of reach for so many.
To add insult to injury, out of this meager $13 allowance these women are given, every medical visit requires a $3 charge just to be seen.
The nourishment we receive falls far short of sustaining body and spirit. Processed fare dominates our trays—tater tots, hot dogs, fish sticks—reminiscent of a child’s school lunch, devoid of vitality.
It’s been over a year since I’ve tasted a fresh tomato or crisp romaine lettuce. The prison grounds, while aesthetically pleasing with their manicured lawns and blooming flowers, mask a deeper neglect. Why lavish resources on ornamental beauty when fertile land lies ready for cultivation?
Imagine transforming those spaces into gardens where these women could learn to plant, harvest, and preserve their own food. Such skills would not only reduce costs but empower them for life beyond these walls, teaching self-sufficiency for all seasons of life.
Yet, the true tragedy lies in the absence of meaningful programs. Favoritism runs rampant, with some inmates favored for better placements despite troubled histories, while others languish in general population amid volatility.
My own cell, a repurposed laundry room scarcely 40 square feet, forces my roommate and me to maneuver awkwardly, unable to stand simultaneously. Pods house 20 women, rooms crammed with six at a time, fostering tension in an environment ill-suited for rehabilitation.
Education and skill-building opportunities are promised but rarely delivered. A class intended for three to four months stretches over a year due to staffing shortages—guards quitting en masse, leaving untrained teachers to fill security roles. This delay not only hinders personal growth but blocks access for others, impacting parole prospects.
The parole board, unaware of these barriers, penalizes women for incomplete programs, perpetuating cycles of despair. There’s no instruction in practical life skills: balancing finances, organizing one’s affairs, or managing savings. An inmate savings program could foster responsibility and provide a foundation to build upon after release, giving so many of these women a chance to break the chains of recidivism.
Spiritually, we are starved as well. Church services and the sacred act of worship are granted only once a month—a scant offering for souls seeking guidance and community. In this void, women with low inmate numbers—those who’ve cycled through the system repeatedly—highlight the failure. There are no tools given to them to thrive outside, leading them back to what they know.
Technology lags behind compassion in this place. Unlike other facilities, we lack video visits, denying mothers glimpses of their children or connections with distant, elderly family. Equipment sits unused instead of bridging hearts separated by miles and misfortune.
These women—forgotten, idle, bored—deserve better. They could contribute to the prison’s upkeep, growing food, maintaining the grounds, or learning trades that would alleviate institutional burdens while building their futures. Prison should repay society’s debt through transformation, not stagnation.
I see their struggles, hear their stories, and it moves me deeply. Though my own path is unjust, it’s their voices that must echo beyond these bars.
I will continue to advocate for them, risking retaliation, because silence serves no one. Reform is possible: nutritious meals would go a long way to restore these tired women. Programs committed to educating and more available time to engage in worship would nourish their souls. For the sake of these women, our daughters and sisters, we must demand change.
I ask that everyone who reads this take a moment to pray for these women.
There is of course a price to pay for the choices that we make in life. Still, we must remain committed to seeing the humanity and inherent value in life and there is no better place to start than those battered hearts and souls in our own nation.
Pray for America, for these women I have been humbled to live with this past year, and pray for the truth to set us free.
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In response, a reader from California wrote:
Dear Tina, I was shackled and placed in jail literally the same day as you, a year ago. I only spent three months there though. I had a custody battle from hell, and my ex husband, with his two attorneys, filed his millionth contempt against me as a form of legal abuse. And because I am a public anti vaxxer, the state psychologist convinced the judge that I am disobedient to the state and essentially a troublemaker who needed a lesson.
I concur with everything you wrote about the women in these facilities. What I also observed was the food available actually causes more mental illness. So does the sleep situation.
Our lights stayed on all night. We didn’t have AC or heat so I was told it got to 120 degrees in the dorm in the summer and during my time there in winter it got to 37 degrees at night and we just had a threadbare thin blanket and our one outfit of short sleeve canvas shirt and long canvas pants. We were never given warm clothes or second blankets. To stay warm we had to buy soda from the commissary and fill with water and microwave the water bottle before bed time. We would keep the hot water bottle close to our vital organs at night. They kept the microwave off from 10 pm to 6 am so I would always wake up at 3 am freezing when the heat wore off.
By the way the officers had AC and heat on the other side of the iron door. So did the dog pound next door.
But I witnessed a woman pray after 3 months of praying for and with her. She supported herself turning tricks and sadly killed her toddler after giving him fentanyl.
I met at least four women who developed addictions after their babies died of SIDS. When I asked they confirmed that they received vaccines just before.
Incarceration is brutal.
What got me through was reframing my stay there not as a punishment but as favor from God who was entrusting me with the souls of the women inside. I sang to them at night. Our go to song was “Oceans” by Hillsong. The line “Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith could be made stronger…” was especially meaningful to me.
I taught classes on nutrition and how to chart the female cycle and how to starve cancer cells.
We are very aware that you are righteous and you didn’t deserve this punishment.
But those women may be highly in need of your example and knowledge.
For what it’s worth.
Stay sane.
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What has happened to my state that I lived in for many years. It was during the red years when it was such a great place.
Whatever happened to protection of whistleblowers? This isn’t the first time our country has let them down. Just ask Snowden, after all he exposed the Obama admin spying on us,
I have followed this atrocity with Tina, bless her heart. She has served long enough.
Also followed Tina since the very beginning when she was terrified to come onstage w/Mike Lindell during those early days of machine/election fraud meetings/symposiums…..Mike assured her she would be protected, everyone was so naive in those days, and he was struggling to keep his company afloat….terrible times…..WHY is she STILL in prison and not pardoned like the J6’ers? Part of this long drama we’ve been living through all these years? Hardly have heard her name until recently, so I assume she is part of the script…..God Bless her!! She will be rewarded greatly once this insanity is over.