A Texas Monthly story argues that the federal justice system is less responsive to claims of actual innocence than tough on crime states like Texas. Richard LaFuente, the federal inmate at the center of Michael Hall’s investigative story, is incarcerated at the Federal Correctional Institution in Fort Worth, a ten-minute drive from the Friends of Justice office.
I spent four hours at FCI Fort Worth last night, three hours waiting to visit an inmate and one hour actually visiting. Monty Shelton, the inmate I was visiting, can prove that most of the counts on which he was convicted nine years ago were in error. He just wants an evidentiary hearing so he can make his case, but the federal appeals system ignores his arguments. No one has ever refuted his legal logic; they don’t have to.
I will have much more to say about the Monty Shelton case when our Friends of Justice investigation is complete. But right now I want to tell you why it took three hours to get into (and out of) FCI Fort Worth last night. (If you don’t want to hear my plaintive tale, you can just scroll down to the Texas Monthly story below).
I arrived at 5:30, the time visitation was slated to begin. Noticing that several dozen people were standing in line waiting to enter the building, I took my place at the back of the queue. “Do you have a paper?” a young woman asked. “You have to get your paper before you get in this line.”
I entered the building and filled out a one-page form with my name, the name and number of the inmate I wished to visit, the license number of my 2000 Toyota and check marks in the “no” box indicating that I wasn’t smuggling illegal drugs or other nasty stuff into the prison. Then I returned to the back of the line.
I was soon joined by a man in his early fifties who had traveled to Fort Worth from Oklahoma to visit his son prior to Christmas. The boy had held up a bank on a dare as a late adolescent and had been sentenced to fifteen years. His parents were both educators who had taught at Christian schools in China, Japan, Korea and several other exotic places. They had traveled to four different prisons in Oklahoma, Texas and California over the past twelve years.
“This line doesn’t get you into the visitation room,” the father informed me. “Once we get inside they will give us a beeper so we can go and wait in our cars where its warmer.”
We had only been waiting in the cold for ten minutes at that point, but I wasn’t adequately dressed and was already getting uncomfortable. Glancing around at the 100 or so other people in line, I could see that most were even less prepared for the chilly conditions than I was. The temperature had risen to over 60 F in Fort Worth earlier in the day but a cool front was moving in and the temperature was rapidly plunging toward the freezing mark. A brisk breeze added to the frigid effect.
The line moved at a crawl. Half an hour into our wait, I asked my friend to hold my place in line so I could talk to the woman inside. “Is there any good reason why these good people have to wait in the cold this long just to get a beeper?” I asked.
“We don’t have many beepers,” the harried woman told me. “People keep stealing them and sometimes they just stop working.”
“How many beepers do you have?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Not many.”
“How much does a beeper cost?” I asked incredulously. “Because some of these people aren’t dressed for this weather and a lot of them will wake up with a cold tomorrow morning.”
“You need to talk to somebody above my pay grade,” the woman informed me.
“And who do you suggest I talk to?”
“I’ll do that,” I replied. It was clear my beef wasn’t with a low-level employee.
“And when you do,” she continued, “tell her that we’re so understaffed down here I can’t keep up–especially at this time of the year.”
I wondered why FCI Fort Worth, unlike most prisons, lacked a waiting room. I knew in advance that the warden would blame the situation on inadequate funding and that she might well be right. Still, I doubt anyone in the Department of Justice is particularly concerned about the plight of the men, women and children who drive long distances to visit their loved ones in federal prisons. In my experience, the families of inmates are generally treated like criminals who have dodged their just desserts. Prison and jail officials are typically harsh, rude, inconsiderate and unresponsive. They are also overworked, underpaid and underappreciated.
By the time I returned to my place in line we had been waiting forty-five minutes. “This is bad,” my friend told me, “but I’ve seen far worse. When my son was in the Big Spring prison, we had to get in line at four in the morning and we didn’t get into the visiting room until after 10:00.”
“You waited six hours to get into the prison?” I asked in disbelief.
“Twice,” he replied with a weary shrug. “Once it was really, really hot, and the other time it was bitterly cold. It was miserable.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m miserable right now,” I responded, “but I’m getting uncomfortable.”
“I think I’ve made it to miserable,” he said.
It took an hour to get in the building to get our beepers. After half an hour waiting in the car, I gave up on my beeper and made my way back to the building. A full two hours after arriving at the prison, I was finally allowed to walk through the metal detector. When I arrived at the visitation room, Monty told me he had been waiting for me for over two hours. Our conversation was just getting started when the harsh voice of a prison guard terminated our visit.”
“Okay everybody,” the man said, “time’s up. Visitors must leave this side of the room and form a line beside the vending machines.”
It took another half hour to get out of the building.
The misery of visitors can hardly be compared with the anguish of innocent prisoners, but both forms of abuse are rooted in the same problem. People who get their pay checks from the Department of Justice abuse the dignity of inmates and visitors because neither group has articulate defenders. This blog post won’t change that, but nothing will change until the folks on the receiving end of mistreatment speak up.
After years of digging in its heels, the criminal justice system in Texas is beginning to try to fix some of its own mistakes. But the federal system remains maddeningly unresponsive. Just ask Richard LaFuente.
by Michael Hall
Imagine that you’ve just been arrested for a murder you didn’t commit. You’re innocent, but there’s been some kind of mix-up, and the cops haul you in. You know it’s just a matter of time before they figure out their mistake. But they don’t, and before you know it, you’ve been indicted. The prosecutor offers you a deal: Confess, and we’ll go easy on you. Confess? You’re not going to confess to something you didn’t do. You go to trial, still certain the truth will come out and you’ll be vindicated. But the prosecutor tells a convincing story, and the jury decides you’re guilty. Next thing you know, you’re in prison, counting the days and then the months and then the years. You keep appealing your conviction, and eventually the prosecutors come back to you with another deal: Confess and show a little remorse, they say, and you can go home. But you can’t confess. You know you didn’t do it, and at this point, the truth is all you have. So you go back to your cell. Finally, decades later, the truth does come out, and you are freed.
Unimaginable, right? Except this is just what happened to Michael Morton, who was convicted in 1987 of killing his wife, in Georgetown, and given a life sentence. Morton steadfastly claimed his innocence, and in 2009 he was told that if he confessed and showed remorse, he could go home. He refused. Two years later, he was exonerated. The same thing happened to Anthony Graves, a Brenham man who was put on death row back in 1994. In 2008 he was offered a life sentence in return for a guilty plea. He told prosecutors, “You either free me or kill me, but I’m standing on what’s right.” In October 2010 Graves walked free.
In 1994 Richard LaFuente, from Plainview, was given the same offer. All he had to do was confess and show remorse for a murder he had been convicted of eight years before. He refused. “I can’t show remorse,” he told his attorney. “I won’t ask forgiveness for something I didn’t do.” At five subsequent parole hearings, LaFuente was given a chance to confess and show remorse. Each time he refused. And each time he was denied parole.
Like Morton and Graves, LaFuente is innocent. I’ve been convinced of this since 2006, when I spent four months reporting a story about his case. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. The murder victim’s own mother, brother, and sister have testified to parole officials that LaFuente didn’t kill their son and brother. Two federal courts ruled that LaFuente’s trial was unfair and recommended he get a new one (they were each later overruled, a turn of events one judge labeled a “gross miscarriage of justice”). The newspaper that covered the trial 26 years ago recently called the verdict “scandalous.”
The case is a complicated one, but the short version is this: In the summer of 1983, LaFuente, then just 25 years old, went with his brother-in-law, John Perez, to visit some relatives on the Devils Lake Sioux reservation (now the Spirit Lake Nation), in North Dakota (LaFuente is half Sioux, half Mexican American). While they were there, on August 28, a former policeman named Eddie Peltier was found dead on a rural highway, the apparent victim of a hit-and-run.
Two and a half years later LaFuente was arrested for Peltier’s murder. Witnesses at the rez said that on August 28 there had been a big party that led to a big fight. Four witnesses said they had seen a mob of men beat Peltier, while one said she had seen LaFuente, with assistance from Perez, run Peltier over in his souped-up El Camino. LaFuente, Perez, and nine local men went on trial for murder. Not a shred of physical evidence tied any of them to the crime, and all but one of the defendants had an alibi, but the four witnesses carried the day. All eleven men were found guilty, and the two Texans got the longest sentences: twenty years for Perez and life for LaFuente.
Soon, though, the truth began to come out. There had been no party that night and no fight. Two of the witnesses recanted and said they had been threatened by James Yankton, a Bureau of Indian Affairs cop whose large family basically ran the rez. Within four years of the verdict, nine of the defendants had their convictions thrown out because of insufficient evidence. In 1999 Perez was paroled, and only LaFuente remained in prison (by then he’d been transferred to a federal facility in Fort Worth). Thirteen years later, he’s still there.
Why have Morton and Graves found justice while LaFuente has not? It’s simple, really. The first two were convicted in Texas state courts; LaFuente is in the federal system. The Texas criminal justice system, despite its reputation for being harsh, can be quite responsive to criticism. In part, this is because it is run by elected politicians or—in the case of the Texas Board of Pardons and Paroles—political appointees who are subject to, and sometimes swayed by, public opinion. If enough attention is drawn to an injustice, something eventually gets done. After Morton’s case became front-page news, not only did district attorney John Bradley dismiss the charges, but the attorney general launched an investigation into what happened.
The federal parole system, by contrast, is a confusing, unresponsive, patched-together scheme run by bureaucrats of the U.S. Parole Commission who are accountable to no one. Technically, their jobs shouldn’t even exist. During the tough-on-crime eighties, parole was abolished, at least for inmates who committed their crimes after November 1, 1987. The Parole Commission was supposed to have been abolished too, but Congress found it necessary to keep extending its life, just to deal with all those pesky “old law” inmates like LaFuente.
These poor bastards—there are about nine hundred of them—are at the mercy of a commission that pretty much does what it wants. “The commission doesn’t even follow its own rules, let alone the statutory rules,” says Mark Varca, a former inmate who now runs FedCURE, a national organization trying to reform federal parole. Atlanta attorney Linda Sheffield, who has been representing federal convicts (including John Gotti) since 1978, says, “The hearings are meaningless. The ultimate decision is made in the commission office.” And if the inmate was convicted of murder, she adds, forget it. The commission will not bend. It’s a major problem, says Sheffield, but nobody cares, because so few inmates are actually affected.
LaFuente’s most recent hearing took place on June 8 via video conference. The examiner, Scott Kubic, who was in Washington, D.C., appeared to be wholly ignorant of the case. He didn’t know how to pronounce LaFuente’s last name, had clearly never heard of either James Yankton or John Perez (whom he called “Don Perez” in his report), and hadn’t seen a video of Peltier’s mother proclaiming LaFuente’s innocence.
“I’m not guilty of this crime,” LaFuente told him.
“If you’re not even willing to admit any involvement, I presume you have no remorse,” said Kubic. “You’re not sorry for your actions.” Once again, LaFuente refused to show fake remorse.
Kubic went over LaFuente’s spotless discipline record—not one disciplinary infraction in more than 25 years. He heard from LaFuente’s case manager, Tonya Wilson, who told of his excellent work evaluations and how he’d been on the captain’s detail since 2003, a position for only the most trustworthy inmates. Toward the end, Kubic asked, “Do you think you deserve to be paroled?” LaFuente said yes. Kubic left for a few minutes, then returned and delivered his judgment. “My recommendation is that you be continued to expiration in your case, which will result in you staying in custody until your two-thirds date.” That would be January 5, 2016.
Kubic’s “Notice of Action” used the kind of doublespeak the federal government is notorious for. “Based on the subject’s failure to acknowledge his guilt in this case and based on the severity of the crime itself, this Examiner believes to grant the subject parole now would promote disrespect for the law. One of the principals [sic] of parole is that an offender demonstrate sincere remorse and insight into why they committed the crime that they did. The subject has neither.”
“Disrespect for the law”? I found the phrase in Title 28 of the Code of Federal Regulations, which states that an inmate may be granted parole by the commission if three prerequisites are met: if he has “substantially observed the rules of the institution”; if his release would not “jeopardize the public welfare”; and if his release would also not “depreciate the seriousness of his offense or promote disrespect for the law.” Let’s see: LaFuente has followed every rule in prison for more than 25 years. As for the public welfare, LaFuente does have two previous convictions, for larceny and DWI, but both were committed before he was 21. He’s 53 now and a grandfather. He has done every single thing asked of him, except show false remorse or admit to something he didn’t do. How would releasing this man be disrespectful in any way at all?
I visited LaFuente in October, and we sat in the same small room where his two daughters and their four young children have visited him. He looked much older than he had in 2006—his hairline had receded farther and his hair was half gray—but just as he had been before, LaFuente was cheerful, even chipper. I don’t know how he does it. Each day he awakens to find himself living the nightmare of every free person in a civilized society: being wrongfully imprisoned.
“It’s so overwhelming what they’ve done to me,” he said. “But I’m not gonna let them ruin me or destroy my life any more than they already did. You don’t know how many people came up to me after they heard about the hearing and shook my hand because I didn’t show false remorse. I said, I can’t do it. I came this far, I’m not gonna give up.”
6 thoughts on “Out in the cold: arrogant indifference in the federal legal system”
Sounds to me like major pressure needs to be put on Pres. Obama to pardon LaFuente. Going through Justice Dept? AG Holder?
I’ve been told that Obama considers requests for clemency, pardons, etc. Only through the Department of Pardons, in the White House.
Is Monty still in jail? I moved to Dallas with him 22 yrs ago. Drugs did him in. He stole my jet skis back in 2001
It is amazing how you hear of so many prisinors being let free with our high techlology of DNA and other sourse of idenity, and not to forget family members, and townspeople telling that they were threathen and afraid of Yankston, I feel it is all in the work of the devil but these wrongdoers will be taken care of cause you lie to yourself, to others but u can not Lie to “GOD” That includes the justice system, May God Bless you for all your support. God will bless Richard he is a follower of Christ and knows right from wrong and he knows God has a plan for him!!!
I can really relate to this story because my son was sentenced to 20 years for a crime he didn’t commit. Thanks to our conspiracy laws you don’t have to have a shred of evidence but just two known drug dealers that say you sold drugs for them. Even though you had a very tight alibi for the dates that you were suppost to have transferred the drugs. The dates were very important until he could prove they were wrong then all of a sudden they say dates doesn’t mean anything to a drug addict. The drug dealer admitted to dealing drugs in Big Spring for 17 years and because he turned in 30 names got less time than the people he sold drugs to. How does telling on someone lessen your sentence. My son was in a drug rehab center teaching a bible course liked three months being through with the program, had remarried had a new and had totally turned his life around and so these guys to lessen their sentence told lies and received less time than my son. He made the mistake of using drugs but was never a dealer, but because someone said he did he is now spending a 20 year sentence. Where is the justice
Monty Shelton got everything he deserved. he was a big time drug dealer a thief and had people beaten up
I sure hope he finds God and Jesus as Lord and Savior why he’s incarcerated
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