It's Christmas, and I am in jail for the January 6th insurrection.

The following letter was written by [REDACTED] on [REDACTED] and smuggled out of solitary in DC.

As I sit alone in my cell on Christmas Day 2022, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness and isolation. I am a prisoner, one of the many who were arrested for their involvement in the events at the U.S. Capitol on January 6th, 2021. I have been in solitary confinement for over a year, and the isolation and lack of human contact have taken a toll on me.

I never expected that my life would turn out this way. I am an ordinary person, a patriot who loves my country and believed that I was doing the right thing by participating in the events of January 6th. But now I am paying the price for my actions, and I am forced to confront the consequences of my choices.

As I think back on the events of that day, I still cannot believe how quickly things spiraled out of control. We were there to show our support for President Trump, and to protest what we saw as a stolen election. We were peaceful and unarmed, and we never expected to be met with such violence and aggression from the police.

But things quickly turned ugly. The police used tear gas and rubber bullets, and the crowd became unruly and chaotic. I was swept up in the moment, and I found myself in the middle of the fray. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I was arrested and charged with multiple crimes.

Since then, I have been in solitary confinement, locked away from the world and denied contact with my family and friends. I spend my days in this tiny cell, with only a small window to the outside world. I am allowed out for only an hour each day, and I am constantly watched and monitored.

The isolation and lack of human contact have been incredibly difficult to bear. I have struggled with depression and anxiety, and I have lost touch with the outside world. I am no longer sure what is happening in the world, or what the future holds for me.

But on this Christmas Day, I am determined to hold on to hope. I have faith that the truth will eventually come out, and that I will be vindicated. I know that I made mistakes, but I believe that I was acting out of love for my country, and I hope that one day I will be able to return to my family and my life.

Until then, I will hold on to the memories of Christmases past, and I will remember the love and support of my family and friends. I will try to find joy and meaning in the small things, and I will hold on to the hope that one day I will be free.