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This is where Chris lives. JCCC in Jefferson City, MO
The founder of this web page is Christopher Dunn who
is serving a life sentence in Jefferson City, MO. I remember
riding by a prison there when I was a kid. I remember high
walls and that is about all. I knew it was a prison and I knew
I did not want to go inside. The following is an excerpt from
Chris's last letter to me. After reading it I decided to set up
this site for him.
When the justice fails the innocent
be willing to stand and defend them.
On May 18, 1990 my whole life changed. It was the
beginning of the end, the death of my birth, that’s what it seemed like.
On May 18, 1990 at 12:00 moving into the midnight hours three
young African Americans were sitting outside on the front of a
friends home waiting on their other associates not knowing what was waiting
for them just moments later that would change our lives forever.
From the account of the witnesses, one claimed that I approached
them from the gangway standing between two homes, hiding in the shadows,
with what appeared to be a gun in my hand. He stated that he did not
pay it any mind and didn’t tell any of his friends what he saw and continued
to talk. He then heard a single gun shot, ducked to prevent
the bullet from striking him; it missed his head by an inch. He
saw the muzzle flash from the gun, then looked around and heard two more
gun shots ant that is when they started to run eastward. One is
shot and falls, a second young man falls and pretended to be dead, the third
continued to run east as he stated while shots were still being fired at
Demorris continued to run until he was out of site. Michael
stated that while he pretended to be dead he had an opportunity to look
up and claimed to have seen me standing in front of the house shooting.
This was the first time he had the chance to realize that anyone was
there other than him and his two friends. Ricco died from his injuries,
one gunshot wound to the head.
At 2:00 AM the police arrived to my mother’s home to arrest me
but not without a fight or questioning them why. The house was
surrounded by every police on the St. Louis force, like I was related
to Osoma Bin Laden of some terrorist sleeping cell. I wasn’t
coming out into that mess without knowing for what. The next morning
a few calls were made, trying to find out anything about the shooting that
night before. I’ve been known as TRAP since I was a tot, living
up to my name.
Well I was later arrested, booked and charged with the murder
of Ricco. I just didn’t know what to do. I placed my faith
and fate in God and allowed the public defenders office to represent
me during my trial, a big mistake. Jan Good, my trial attorney
never did any investigating nor tried to gather information. Steve
Omarh, the states prosecutor, knew as well that I didn’t commit this
crime especially with two misleading statements of his so called eye
I lived a normal life, never used drugs, no gang affiliation
and never drank alcohol. I was four months from my twelfth grade graduation.
I had my own place and a nice car. I worked at Flyers Piping Company,
where we produced PVC tubing and other products. I had a young
lady in my life with whom from the fourth grade to the second year after
my arrest we were a couple even though she cheated on me and had some
other guy child.
I found out that I was on the phone with her while she was in
the hospital during the time of the crime. Did the attorney check
into this? NO. Did she question the witnesses’ credibility
or accounts of the crime? NO. She didn’t point out that
one witness claimed I was wearing sunglasses while the other said I had
on only a hat. What about the different locations the put me in
during the crime? Why didn’t she question them as to why did they
wait until after the first shot was fired? Why didn’t she point out
that the witness claimed I was 13 to 15 feet away from them when firing the
shots but when asked on the tape recording if he knew where the shots were
coming from he stated NO?
Why didn’t she point out that the other witnesses did not see
the muzzle flash that Demorris claimed to see? Why didn’t
the taped statement come up during the trial? Why didn’t she question
the medical report which states that the entry wound was back to front,
left to right showing who ever shot the victim was firing from the left
side not the right as they claimed I stood? Because the prosecutor
and my trail attorney prepared to railroad me and send me up the tracks.
Now he is a judge and she is representing death row inmates.
The St. Louis police knew this case had some questionable accounts
but they care? NO. So here I sit with a life + sentence.
13 ½ years of my life wasted, gone, never to return, lost into
the past that has forgotten me. firstname.lastname@example.org
is my over link to the outside community but here I sit behind this
wall that’s been standing for over 164 years. If I was on death
row, either I would have been given a new trial or I‘d been executed for
a crime I have never done.
I was only 18, born December 12, 1971 who cares? Whatever
happened to justice and those who truly found concern in the actual innocence
of people like me? I never became a father. I never had a chance when
I walked into the court room. I tried to take my own life twice,
because I thought death had to be better than this. It didn’t work;
God had a plan for me. In a short time I a ministry, a pen pal organization
and I’ve met some beautiful people during my journey. Beth and Jesse,
Kira and John, Lorna and Mary, Collette and the boys you’re what I continue
to fight and live for, you give me the strength I need and God provides
me with the will to never give up on my dreams.
Don’t say that there is justice in a blind eye system.
Don’t hate your enemy, thank them and smile. Do I hate the system
you may ask? No, I don’t. I just want a chance to prove
my innocence. I want what they wrongfully took from me.
MY FREEDOM. How would you feel? Be careful and watchful, be
alert and stay focused because the minute you slip the cuffs will catch
a grip and you’re bound to take a long-long trip.
L.A.S.T.C.H.A.N.C.E. is a starting point for those who thought
it was the end; we want to provide an alternative to prisons.
We want to provide you with an ear and a helping hand should you fall.
I’ve fallen and even though I thought it was the end, I reached up to
the hands that were extended out towards me cared at first but willing
to accept a friend, Mrs.
Rosemary Dunn, my mother and father Beth and Jesse Michael, My
aunt Lorna and Buddy, My uncle John and Lee W.G., my sisters Kira
and Arnetta, Mary and Gary Miff, John K. and countless others who called
out to me from the ashes of hell to the clouds of heaven I soared with
the great spiritual aid of my FAMILY.
I know and understand, I’ve been there where most of you are
heading and you will eventually go and like myself you too will cry
out in pain, praying for the burning sensation to stop, this pain caused
by doubt, hurt, rejection and family frustrations, this pain is bitterness,
it’s blinding fire will distract your reasonable and conscious thinking,
this pain is the frustration from financial problems, physical abuse
by family or a love interest or it could be a fear of a particular individual.
Trust me, I’ve been there and I know the pain. I ask you all, let’s
talk, let’s communicate and build our self esteem and personal growth
to a more profound and spiritual level. Maya Angelou once wrote
a poem call “Still I Rise” . We all can rise too but let’s
do this together, as a FAMILY; it’s our LAST CHANCE to make a difference
in out lives.
I can recall a old man sent me not long ago, a cool hip talking
old man that I took a personal liking to because he came with a real
and sincere interest in not only me but in all that would be of God’s children.
He didn’t come with any lie or con. He came as himself. This
man who wanted to so much to be a light in the darkness of many people lives.
I didn’t think there were people out there like him but he proved me wrong.
Lee W.G., I wish to thank you first for being all you can be.
IF you are a troubled youth and are mad at the world, write Chris
and let him know how you feel. He is where you may be on your way
to. Chris was sentenced to life in prison for a murder he did not
commit. This could happen to you. If you are doing the crime
can you do the time? Chris wants to help you. He is on your
side. I am on your side.
P.O. Box 900
Jefferson City, MO 65102-0900
site is going to have Chris and other prisoners contributing reality
to those of you who need a dose of reality to wake up and change your
path before you end up in prison. The following link is to Chris's
The Injustice System pages which have links to his other sites. You
may also want to explore the Injustice System site while you are there.
If you are a former inmate and would like to help young
people before they end up in prison. Please e-mail your story or comments
to me with lastchance on the subject line. I will add a page
with your story.
If you have come to this page for help we are here for you. Chris's
address is above. If you wish to contact the other contributors
e-mail us and I will forward your e-mail to them. I will e-mail
their answer to you. Put their name on the subject line.