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Tried for a news outlet

I read this news story about the DuPont heir being spared prison time after pleading guilty to raping both his son and daughter : http://fox4kc.com/2014/04/02/du-pont-heir-spared-prison-after-raping-3-year-old-daughter/ After reading this, I become furious that this man is spared a prison sentence and my father is suffering in prison as an elderly man for a white collar crime. I first read the story online on the fox news timeline on facebook and saw that it was featured on the O'Reilly Factor. I decided writing to Bill would be my best bet. I'm hoping and praying my message gets read and has some attention brought to it. From: "Christina Kasper" Date: April 2, 2014 at 8:56:33 AM PDT To: "[email protected]" Subject: Regarding Du Pont case and sharing my own story Bill, First of all, I want to say I've been a fan for years. I grew up watching your show with my father and because of that, it's one of the things that brought us common ground and enlightening conversations. I cherish those memories. "A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity" is one of my favorite books as well and after reading that, I became a bigger fan. I must admit I haven't watched your show in awhile but that's not because of you... I still keep up on the website and on social networking... But watching just makes me sad because it makes me think of my father and I can't watch the show with him anymore... at least not for awhile. Last night I was online and read your covering on the Du Pont heir story and how he managed to avoid prison after admittingly raping his small children. Clearly our criminal justice system needs some work. I cried after I read this story for many reasons. First of all, those poor children and how they will never be the same. The suffering the family must endure knowing the pain those children have experienced. And knowing this guy will spend his "punishment" in the comfort of his mansion. This is horrifying. I wanted to reach out to you and bring attention to a situation my family is experiencing... The reason I can't watch "Oreilly Factor" with my father is because he's currently serving a 5 year sentence in a federal prison for tax fraud. He was a tax preparer for many years and a handful of years back, he started running a "scam" under the nose of the family (we were completely unaware until he got caught). You can google more of the specifics if you type in "E****** S***** Taxes Orange County" or you can go to my tumblr to read a few blog posts about the experience (my tumblr is mrsbrandonkasper). Now before any judgements are made about my father, I need to really stress that he is my father and has always been a wonderful father to me and my sister. He is a kind, sweet, generous man who would make anyone feel comfortable and smile in his presence. What should also be known is that before my father was sentenced to prison, he paid back all the money that was illegally earned during the time he was running his "scam". He never spent it. He just put it away... Which everyone thought was odd. But after paying back the money plus penalties, he was still given an inflated sentence of 5 years to serve in prison. At the time of his sentencing, he was 62 years old. We all thought he would get house arrest (interesting fact is that guards at his facility have told him they think he should be home with an ankle bracelet) but the federal prosecutor was asking for him to serve 36 months on prison. The judge gave him 60 months. I felt compelled to write this to you because this is clearly unjust. My father has never hurt a fly and is now 64 and just had open heart surgery while in prison. Meanwhile this monster Robert Richard IV is free. This needs more attention brought to it. We can't just let men like my father sit in prison and drain federal funds when he should clearly be home (yes with an ankle bracelet because I still do know he should pay for his crime but at least he would be taken care of by family and himself) and then let a CHILD RAPIST off easy! This is insanity! You have a platform to bring up stories like this. Please help us use it. Thank you and God bless. Kind regards, Christina Kasper Long time fan [email protected] 7**-7**-3*** Tumblr.com/blog/mrsbrandonkasper

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Skipping lots of in between to speak about the present...

My whole idea about these blog posts recounting the experience of my dad in prison was supposed to be pretty chronological, but I'm skipping some stuff to bring up what my family and father are going through right now and what's been going on for about a month. In the beginning of the year, my father let us know that he had an EKG at the facility hospital and was told he needed to have surgery "soon". He was not told when this would happen, so for awhile we were all pretty much holding our breath knowing he could be taken off the facility and into a hospital somewhere in Long Beach or San Pedro at any moment. Turns out that was in the middle of March when they decided he would be taken to the hospital. My mother and I went to visit him on a Monday and this is what happened: a guard calls "S***** Family!". So we meet a guard and he takes us outside. He tells us "you can't visit today. I cannot tell you anything else but you can call his unit manager for more information." THAT'S IT. We figured this was it- this is when they took dad in to have heart surgery. So from the car and all the way home my mother and I tried calling Terminal Island (even though we were just there... it's mind blowing they couldn't have enough courtesy to just have someone come out and speak to us but hey, it's all a part of the punishment...). NO ONE WOULD ANSWER THE PHONE AT TI. We didn't hear from someone until Wednesday. Finally my mother spoke to dad's unit manager and was told "your husband is off the facility. he's fine. he was taken to a hospital under an alias to have a procedure done but I can tell you he's fine." No details given. Of course this was after some jerk guard told my mother to stop calling for info because inmate info is not public information and if anything happens (like dad DIES) she will be called. Dad returned to the prison facility the following week. It took about two weeks before mom got to speak with dad over the phone. Two weeks of complete agony for my poor mother. While everyone else gets to be with loved ones when they're in the hospital having huge procedures done, we didn't even know where my dad was and what he was having done to him. Turns out he had an angiogram, a procedure to fix his aortic stenosis (shut heart valve) and a pace maker put in. And just so we're all clear, this all is on the governments dime... If dad was at home on house arrest, my parents health insurance and my parents would have foot the bill. Mom and I went to see dad that next friday. He came out looking pretty good for everything he'd gone through. It was a good visit. But we were surprised he didn't have a walker. The guard who checked us in made sure we were given close seats to the entrance where inmates come in because he was told my dad was going to be in a walker. Well miscommunication because some other guard didn't ALLOW my dad to bring his walker... which ended poorly. At the end of the visit I kept insisting I help my dad up and help walk him to his area where he waits to go back into the prison and gets searched by a guard. He of course insisted I not help him seeing as though I was almost 6 months pregnant at the time and didn't want to cause me harm (he's a large man). Well right after mom and I walked out, he fell pretty badly... it caused a scene, especially because the guards REFUSED TO HELP HIM (one time he could not get up from his seat and asked a guard for help and a guard said "no I'm not risking myself for YOU as if my dad was a disgusting worthless piece of human waste). So here he is, a 350lb elderly man CRAWLING INTO THE ENTRANCE so other inmates in the "searching area" could help him up. That landed him right back into the facility hospital and pushed back his recovery greatly. We went to go see him just two days later that Sunday and dad was a total 180 from that friday. He looked like he'd aged 10yrs in two days. He came out in a huge, obnoxious walker that day. He looked old and I hate to say it, but it's the first time in my life that i actually thought "my dad is dying." That's the last time we've seen him in two weeks. We tried to go visit him the following weekend but every time my mom would try to schedule a visit, he would say he was just too tired and weak to have us visit. Last Sunday (exactly a week after we'd seen him) my mother spoke to him... We have yet to hear from him since. My mother says she had a feeling they ended up taking him to an off facility hospital because he was having trouble breathing and his recovery is very tough on him. Thursday my mother got a call from a stranger explaining she is the wife of an inmate who was in the terminal island hospital with my father and her husband wanted her to call my mom and let her know my dad was taken to another hospital. Interesting that this is information we should be getting from employees at terminal island. Interesting that the most courteous, generous, helpful and understanding people are my fathers fellow inmates, not the people on the government payroll. And believe me, my mother has attempted to call MULTIPLE times to terminal island to ask about my father and his condition... They give her the run around, don't answer questions and send her to extensions that don't work or cut the connection. So here we are, playing the waiting game. Not knowing what is happening to my father. The only thing that's for sure is he's chained to a hospital bed and has not one but TWO guards with him in his room at all time, costing approximately $2500/ day in government payroll, aka our tax dollars, to make sure my 64 yr old completely out of shape fresh out of heart surgery father doesn't try to escape.

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2nd entry about dad's experience

"Club Fed", "Camp for Adults", "Full Medical Facility"... those are a few references used to describe Federal Prison. Let me just tell you- completely false. I will say it was a sigh of relief and not as terrible going to Terminal Island to visit dad. When you go in, there's a much bigger visiting area and all around there's vending machines, so if you wanted to, you can sit there and have a meal with whoever you're there visiting. You can take up to twenty dollars in coins in the visiting area (of course you are not to share with inmate). It's not as "scary". But hearing straight from dad, all those references couldn't be further from the truth. It's interesting how people think they know yet they have absolutely no frame of reference. I've seen ignorant meme's and posting on facebook, such as "Like this photo if you think retirement homes should get better care than prisons!" or "Why should inmates get a free college education when students not imprisoned have to pay student loans!?". First of all, my dad is now 64 years old. I've mentioned before but he has special needs- heart disease, diabetes, neuropathy in his legs, very poor balance, etc. Before he went to prison, he saw a podiatrist, dentist, endocrinologist, cardiologist all regularly to monitor his health. Just so everyone knows, when you're diabetic, it's really important to take care of your feet and your teeth (among lots of other things). The dentist at TI is only there to pull teeth. There are no check ups. And my dads feet? He's ALWAYS complaining about them. There is no medical professional who gives a flying banana peel about you not being able to trim your own toes or how you're losing feeling in your toes and feet all together. We've visited him a few times where I have noticed stains on the bottom part of my dads pants and when i lift up the pant leg, he has awful open sores. Also, the guards care enough about you to not let you die pretty much... and even that statement is a slight stretch. My dad, due to his balance issues, has fallen in the presence of guards and they WILL NOT help him up! It's always inmates that come through for him. One time a guard straight up told him "I'm not going to risk my own health to help YOU." This whole thing about "free college education for inmates"... I have no idea where that came from because at least where my dad is, they have to pay for their degree. And if any "education" is free, it's because it's taught by other inmates. When we would ask him about his "friends" a few times he's said "oh ya and he teaches the math class... this guy teaches the social studies class"... and no, these people aren't teaching because they were once teachers- they're teaching because that's the job they've been assigned to do. Oh and the government shut down... that was hilarious. "LIKE this status if you think prison guards should get their pay and not inmates!" Ok geniuses- inmates get paid TWELVE CENTS AN HOUR to do things like clean up bird poo from the patio to teaching a GED class and with that money, they pay TWENTY CENTS a minute to make calls home to their loved ones and 5 cents a minute to use the internet to write emails to friends and family (of course closely monitored through "corr links"). All those guards did end up getting paid so let's not lose sleep over that whole thing, especially when they decided to not take any pride in their work and be even less friendly than usual during that time. While we've been frequenting Terminal island, a new Warden has taken over... and things progressively get more annoying, inconvenient and make less sense. I definitely know it's because they want to make this experience as uncomfortable as possible so the amount of visitors drops drastically. The waiting areas for visitors have been cut by about a third, which makes no logical sense because now there's this huge open space in front of the check in space that is not utilized AT ALL... so it becomes very cramped, claustrophobic and uncomfortable while waiting, especially on busy days like Saturdays and Sundays. When going through the metal detector (similar to the ones you'll see at the airport), if you "beep", you now must wait for about an hour and a half to two hours to get "wanded" by a female officer (that is if you're a female as well). And most of the time, they never have a female officer nearby, when before they always had a man and a woman officer upfront so you could get "wanded" right away. And now, the rules are changing to be so strict that if you beep once, you don't even get to visit at all. They want to do as little work as possible for the most amount of pay. That's the idea! Dress code has become more strict as well. No tan clothing (because tan is what the inmates wear), no wire bras for females or 3 hook bra closures, no more heels or boots with more than a one inch heel, no hoodies, no watches, no skirts above the bottom of the knee, no sweats or yoga pants... I'll close this entry with this fun fact- In November 2013, I learned I was pregnant. There are "caution" signs by the metal detector about pregnant women being exposed to radiation. So I had my OB write me a note stating I'm not to go the the metal detector or be near the radiation. I hand the note to the guard up front in charge of visiting and explain the situation. He lets me finish, looks at me straight and goes "OK SO ARE YOU VISITING OR NOT? BECAUSE EVERYONE GOES THROUGH THAT REGARDLESS." I was so shocked and just said "Ya I will today but I'll need to reconsider the frequency of the visits now...". A female officer happened to be around and assured me that walking through that isn't the "bad" part, its being by the machine that our belongings are scanned through... so what I need to do is just walk through the metal detector and have someone else bring me my belongings rather than me grabbing them from the intense x ray machine myself. This is just an example that this place goes by it's own set of rules and you mean absolutely nothing to them. The stories to come make this experience looks like a day at disneyland comparatively speaking... Keep those eyes peeled!

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Starting my personal blog for my dad...

Life for my family changed October 2010. I remember specifically being called late at night by my sister saying she needed to come over and talk to me immediately. It sounded serious and I could hear my mother weeping in the background. So they came over to my apartment and told me the news: Dad has been running some tax scheme for the past few years under everyone's nose and it's finally caught up to him. He's got to "lawyer up". At first my reaction was "I'm not going to deal with this. I have my own life. I'll move away with my boyfriend (at the time) and that's it." But after I slept it off, I realized how unreasonable that is and I decided to go talk to dad. My mother was understandably furious and hurt... my sister was I guess the same. I kind of came to a place where I felt like this is my dad- he's been there for me through all my highs and all my lows. I need to step up for him now. So I marched upstairs to speak to him. He was very calm, with very strong hints of shame, remorse, guilt and embarrassment. He told me that for a few years now, he's been running his tax business and trying to get away with something big. He would go to his clients homes and front them their refund checks. In person, he would do their taxes correctly. Then he would go home and file their taxes incorrectly with the maximum exemptions and then have their refunds electronically transferred into one of his bank accounts. He was getting away with it for awhile... until the clients would go and try to get a loan or refinance their homes. Their tax returns wouldn't add up with the ones that the banks would pull from the IRS. Dad got caught. This was all very shocking because my family was always very comfortable financially, but we were not flashy people. We lived in 2 different homes my whole life, I personally always worked (since I was 16 years old) and never had new cars or designer clothes or went on vacations. I hadn't even been on a plane until I was 21 and I paid for it. I had no idea how much money my dad had (neither did my mother for that matter). The interesting and maybe even scary part about this whole thing is that my dad never spent the money he fraudulently earned. So when it came time for him to confess to the IRS, he pretty much was able to write them out a check for all the money he owed, plus penalties that he took out of his own money... In the end, this scheme bit him in the butt financially... but it also came with a way bigger price. Fast forward to October 2012. By this time lots has happened- my dad had this great lawyer (so we thought...), I met the man I would marry and we did marry on April 22, 2012 (dad was able to walk me down the aisle)... Ironically dad was supposed to be sentenced for his crime in May 2012, but at my wedding he ripped his achilles tendon, had to have surgery and therefore had his sentencing pushed back to October. We had all come to terms with the idea that dad would have an ankle bracelet on for a few years under house arrest. The federal prosecutors were asking for him to serve 36 months in federal prison, but with this great, fancy lawyer and the fact that my dad had paid not only every cent back to the IRS, but also penalties AND he's also elderly, obese, diabetic with heart disease and walks with a cane, there's no way he's going to prison. We were wrong. The judge had no mercy and was furious with my dad. Somehow he came up with an inflated sentence of 5 years in a federal prison. Shocked, terrified, saddened... those don't even really effectively describe the emotions felt by our family in that court room that day. A week before, we all had written the judge character letters about my father. His lawyer suggested we do so JUST IN CASE the judge is considering a prison sentence. Here's mine: Honorable Stephen V. Wilson Judge, U.S. District Court Hello. My name is C******** K***** (S***** is my maiden name). My father is E****** S***** and I am writing you today to give you some insight on how I feel about my father and what he means to me. There are only 3 people in the world who could bring me to tears when I speak of the love I have for them; one of the 3 is my father, E****** (the other two are my mother and husband). I'm not going to sit here and tell you "he's the best father in the whole wide world!", but what I can confidently tell you is that E****** is the best father for me. The crime he committed does not at all reflect the true person he really is... it does not reflect his heart. My father is the most genuinely kind, loving and compassionate man I've ever known in my life. He loves to help people in need, even if they don't want it. When I see him, I instantly smile. His laugh wrecks me in a beautiful way... I can recall times living with my parents and I'd be downstairs. Randomly I'd hear my father laughing so hard and loud. As I became older, I learned to cherish every laugh and smile that came from my father, even to the point where I'd either go see why he's laughing or I'd just sit at the top stair and listen to the beautiful sound of his laughter. He's such a lovely man, your Honor. Putting this all into words in a struggle for me, as I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face. All I can do is be honest and what I have to say is that putting my father away would be the worst situation I can imagine, just short of his death. The thought of my father not being around is frightening. He loves his family, as we all love him very much. My husband and I visit my parents at least twice a week, with Sunday dinner being a weekly tradition. It wasn't until recently that I noticed how rapidly my father seems to be aging and unfortunatly, it's not a very graceful aging process. He's unbalanced and walks with a cane now, all of his hair is completely white and his memory is fading. My father is very supportive of the life my husband and I share. We all know it would be best for me and my husband to wait awhile before we start having babies, but I must admit while watching my father age I feel life puts pressure on me to have a baby sooner. Why? Because I cannot bear the thought of any child of mine to live a life not knowing E****** and feeling the love and warmth from him. I feel a sense of urgency to make him a grandfather because I know he will be a wonderful one. I see him with my cousin's young children and family friends children and they all adore my father. Why wouldn't they love him? He has such a comforting demeanor, children can't help but want to embrace him. Since day one, my father has meant the world to me. I can recall times when he was working as a truck driver and I wouldn't see him often. When he would take the time to come home and visit during breaks, it was the high of my day. I was only 3-5 years old and to this day, my heart skips a beat thinking of how elated I was to see dad come home to visit. He always came through for me too. Anytime I made a mistake in life, instead of belittling me he was always there to offer support and help find a solution to any problem. Anything from forgetting something important at home that I needed for school or needing last minute car pool parents, my dad would drop what he was doing or happily rearrange his schedule to help me out. That's why I say he's the best dad for me. Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts on my father, E****** S*****. I sincerely hope you take in account all that he really is and all that he means to the people who love him in his life. Kind Regards, C******** K***** Apparently someone used these letters as toilet paper. The fact that my father is a lovely family man who has a stable home life, paid his debt back and more was not considered. We surrendered dad to the MDC in Los Angeles December 28, 2012. It all seemed fake to me. I just kept thinking "this is a mistake... he'll be home soon. There's no way they'll keep him there." At this point, my dad wasn't even assigned a prison to serve his sentence, so he was stuck in a holding cell for 3 months until they could place him somewhere "appropriate" for him and his needs (medical needs). MDC stands for Metropolitan Detention Center. That was a rough place to say the least. Everyone working there, I guarantee does not have higher than an 8th grade education. And visitors are treated like we are true assholes. I'll never forget the way they spoke to my dear, sweet cherub of a mother. One day they wouldn't let her visit because she was wearing "capris" that ended right below her knee. They would yell at her that she took too long putting her shoes back on after going through security check. If she used the restroom between security check and being escorted to the visiting area, they would make her go through the whole security measures again and sometimes leaving her behind to wait longer than usual. This was no "federal institution". This was a place where my dad's room mate was a drug dealing murderer. All the guards yelled loudly at inmates and visitors alike. The last time we went to visit my dad there, he told us not to come back because of how atrocious the visiting situation was. Luckily, he was soon after assigned to his permanent prison- Terminal Island. We were all relieved he was going to TI because of the reputation it has of being the cream of the crop of Federal Prisons. TI was going to be the place where all of dad's medical needs would be met (seeing as though the MDC neglected giving him 7 of the 11 medications he needed on a daily basis). At MDC, my dad would get diabetic sores and there was no medical professional available to treat him. Inmates would visit him to clean his sores for him and bandage him up. What we came to find out is that TI is really just the "cream of the CRAP". It's a glorified first aid tent. More to come on that later. What was interesting about going to see dad at TI versus MDC was at MDC, the inmates there in visiting looked hard and scary and like people you would never want to run into out in public, day or night time. At TI, all of the inmates looked like your next door neighbor, your friends dad, your OWN dad. Even your boyfriend or husband. Very normal looking men. When my dad first got to TI, they kept him in the hospital unit for well over a week to observe him and run tests to seek out his needs. Meanwhile, his visitors list had not been transfered from MDC to TI so we couldn't see him for over two weeks once he transfered. The system is very unorganized and not cohesive as we soon figure out (and continue to learn as the days go on...). MORE TO COME... TBC

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Thank you to everyone who prayed and supported us through this difficult time, especially under the "special" circumstances. #love #familyfirst #prayerworks #strength #positivity

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@mrbrandonkasper taking his first photo with his new #iphone5c (and me adding filters to try to make our cats eyes pop 😻 Brandon's back on Instagram so follow him 😇 (at Serrano Apartments)

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Adventures in baby sitting @acr3054 my belly made a guest appearance if you can spy it...