A Future Stolen: Walk With Me Now

Greetings, my name is Damone Johnson and I would like to tell you about myself and how I came about being incarcerated.

Photo of Damone Johnson with family

Damone Johnson, his  mom and nephews

Well, I consider myself a fair, open-minded person, good-hearted, God-fearing, and hardworking, just to name a few. Back in 1993 the world was different. I had just turned 21 years old and never really was focused on who I was or where I was going. I grew up in a community where financial increase was the focus although I never had a problem working hard to earn an honest dollar; from the age of 10 years old, I was fixing on old lawnmowers and going door-to-door in the neighborhood, asking to cut spacious Sacramento lawns while living with my mom.

My dad taught me a good work ethic, so at the age of 12 I got my first official job with a West County Times Paper route (Man! those Sunday editions LoL). As I grew in age, so did my needs and desires, which lead me to seek better employment such as Taco Bell and Jack In the Box, which both had their pros and cons, which resulted in me sleeping in class, so I had to quit. Yes, I was working while still in high school (a Freshman to be exact). So as I became a Sophomore, my desires forced me to acquire better employment with Safeway, who was willing to work with my school schedule and I truly enjoyed working there for over a year. Around this time, I saw that the men in my era were doing less (Streets/Hustling) for a lot more money. So before I knew it, I was no longer a legit worker, but a heavy Pharmaceutical seller, which lead to time in Juvenile Hall, and then 9 months in Byron Boys Ranch, where I turned 18 years old.

The thought of going to State Prison refocused me and I got a job at UPS. My older cousin motivated me and shamed me into earning a living legitimately, although I was still keeping the wrong company which brought all the past negative elements back into my life, but without financial gain.

In 1995, as I heard the Harsh Guilty Verdict of a crime I did not nor could have committed; I say to myself, “Felony Murder! How did I get here!?” Shaking my head. “My life is over…” Fast forward, several years of incarceration, years of constantly studying in different Prison Law Libraries, and perfecting my understanding of this Justice System. God blesses me to truly understand and apply what I have spent all these endless hours learning, which resulted in me discovering that my prosecuting attorney not only was unethical and used false DNA evidence clearly exonerating me of this crime! This evidence was intentionally withheld for 18 years and the FALSE DNA has been retested by today’s technology and proven to be false.

Because I don’t have any financial means to retain a lawyer, I still sit in Prison for a crime I truly didn’t commit. IF I did have the financial means, my case would be on the news about all the injustice of my WRONGFUL CONVICTION. This is my 24th Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays and much more. Not only did I lose most of my life, but the passing of my Dad, the person who taught me to ride a bike, how to bathe, brush my teeth, clean up, a strong work ethic, save my money, and talk to people with respect. Yes! I experienced the teaching of a Hands on Father! Literally at times. LoL. I am worthy of your investment in my injustice. I have dignity, honor, respect, and gratitude, but most of all; I’m truly God fearing.

Thank you for reading this excerpt of my life. Hopefully it has intrigued you and I will hear back from you.
Very truly yours,

Photo of Damone Johnson

Damone Johnson youth picture

Mr. Damone Johnson J-81022
CSP Solano B8-149
Box 4000
Vacaville, California 95696

Pictures: Me, mom and nephew, and an old picture of me. LoL