This Man and His Mother Were Put in Shackles and Flown to DC and the Gulag– They Were Not Permitted to Talk– A Letter from Jan. 6 Political Prisoner Eric Munchel– Please Donate If You Can

Dear Americans,

My name is Eric Munchel, AKA “Zip Tie Guy”. I hope that none of you reading this ever need to experience what my household and I are sustaining. My mom and I, like numerous other Americans, made a last minute choice to take a trip to Washington D.C. to see our gorgeous Capitol and participate in a patriotic rally. The night in the past, on the 5th, we sang and danced and hoped and fraternized a lot of various strolls of life from all over the nation. It was an incredibly patriotic occasion where the National Anthem was sung lot of times. All interactions with the cops were courteous and tranquil. I was even stopped this really exact same night by Metro Police as they believed the taser on my hip was a gun. After understanding what it, they kindly let me go. I thanked them and informed them to have a great night. I was likewise using body armor and it was not pointed out by the cops.

Fast forward to the next early morning, my mom and I had actually oversleeped after keeping up late from the celebrations the night prior to. I used a comparable clothing as the night prior to and we started our method to our Nation’s Capitol. From this point on, all of us can see from the media and videos discovered online regarding what might have occurred. Due to my pre-trial conditions, I am not able to go over any information of what took place on the notorious day of January 6th.

Fast forward to 4 days later on, I turned myself in on January 10 th to the Nashville FBI where I was certified and considerate. I was apprehended and was kept in holding cell for my own “security”. I sat there for the next couple of weeks on a 23/ 1 hour schedule. For those who are not familiar with what this is, it suggested that I invested 23 hrs inside my cell and was just approved 1 hour out.

After my bond hearing in Tennessee, the Magistrate considered me not to be a flight threat or a risk to society and approved my bond. Dissatisfied with this decision, the D.C. workplace put a hang on my bond and had me moved post rush, significance 72 hours. This was not what occurred. I was moved to Bowling Green, Kentucky where I sat for 3 weeks. When D.C. recognized what had actually occurred the U.S. Marshal’s personally moved me and my mom in shackles as much as what is referred to as the Gulag. As we reached the airport, we were starting to be paraded through the airport where press reporters were awaiting our arrival. We were lucky to have an officer choose to take us the back method.

Once we came to the D.C. reformatory, I was briefly permitted to talk to my mom prior to being separated. I keep in mind informing her, “I enjoy you mother, keep your direct”. I was ushered to the system considered as the D.C. Gulag where my mom was sent out to the SHU which represents the Special Housing Unit where they send out individuals who are psychologically unsteady. Hearing what my mom sustained is something a boy never ever wished to hear.

As I entered my 2 weeks of quarantine in the Gulag, I was invited into a mold plagued cell with absolutely nothing however cold air and cold water and just a thin mat to lay on. I remained here for nearly 2 weeks till among the men checked favorable for covid and my 2 weeks began over once again. It was due to the fact that of this that I was given approval to remain on the covid side and aid take care of the people and preserve our cell block. It was likewise of the utmost value to assist the brand-new men that were gathering every day get adjusted. I was likewise given consent to go cell to cell when required to assist wish the people. Seeing and experiencing a grown guy on the brink of a psychological breakdown being pushed in a cold cell with absolutely nothing however the noise of other men talking and leaking water was a really life-altering experience. All of us did what we might to assist each other even if it was merely sharing among the couple of bibles we had access to.

I was among the fortunate ones that was lastly approved bond with every pre-trial condition under the sun put on my mom and I. When we returned to TN we provided each other a teary-eyed hug one last time understanding the roadway ahead was going to be difficult and lonesome. It was simply recently that we were approved approval to call each other as soon as a week.

With a trial date now set for April 11 th, and understanding the cash for the lawyer need to be paid one month prior to the trial date, we are doing whatever we can to fundraise and work to conserve up the cash required to pay the brand-new legal representatives. I am just asking to provide if you can. If not, we significantly value all the prayers we can get for us as we prepare yourself for trial. Similar to the Lord finished with the Sermon on the Mount, He will take what we have and increase it.

God bless you and God bless our stunning nation, America!

Eric Munchel