Hello, my name is Jennifer froud. April 11 2014 was the last day I was able to hug my husband to be, Michael (23 y/o)He is locked up abroad at Her Majesty's Prison, in the scariest part of the Bahamas He was sentenced to 4 years in solitary confinement. He sleeps on cardboard covered in his sweat, ants, cockroaches the size of his head and rats that bite the inmates as they all lack in food.He is the only white man in the prison, and being from Canada,everybody thinks we are rich and could pay all these absurd fees. The first lawyer we hired to help us with Michael took our money & never returned our calls & was unreachable. We were forced to hire a new lawyer which was attached to a whole new set of fees. Unfortunately I can't even afford to go down. My credit is maxed out, my parents re-mortgaged their house and my sister does everything she can to help. They said if I had enough money I would be able to get him out. That killed me. one wrong word move or breath and they could by law take him to what they call the "boom boom room" where they could beat and whip him. I stayed in contact for the first 6 months with the Canadian Embassy, then I realized there is nothing they could do. He bled out of his ears for months and never saw a doctor. Canada says that's their way and if I keep contacting them they will make sure to put his file in the back. They serve their inmates mush in their hand, if I can go down there I would be able to bring him hot meals. Michael weighed 180lbs and I have no idea what he weighs but last I saw him he looked like a skeleton. Very frightening for me to see the one I love looking the way he did. It's a nightmare. I wanted to send him money to buy from the canteen and have a few good things to eat but they do not accept money orders. You have to be there in person. I do not know anybody there to get help from. There is so much corruption, they do not care about anybody. I have no clue where to turn what to do, everyday I feel sick thinking of him knowing I'm in a free world and can't do anything but feel helpless. I am reaching out in desperation, hoping to slowly accumulate enough to go and finally see him and bring him some proper nourishments. And once it's time as we do not know when, to help pay for his departure back home.I pray everyday for Michael and long for the day I finally see him. I will never give up on my fiancé I will do all I can to help him.
Any generosity will be greatly and forever appreciated.
Thank you for reading my situation.