The following is a letter written by Jeremy Brown, a former Green Beret from Tampa. Jack Martin, a local pastor, received the letter via email from Mr. Brown and has provided it to Hernando Sun. Brown was arrested in connection with events taking place on Jan. 6, 2021. He received a pardon from President Trump but remains in prison due to other charges connected to an FBI search of his home when he was arrested. Jeremy wrote this to chronicle what his life has been like since Jan. 20.
So, time management is a challenge with where I am, so let me get to the point. This is NOT meant to be critical (YET) of President Trump or the others involved behind whatever scenes there are. I am simply telling you SOME key points of my experiences over the last 2 weeks. This is not a news story or blurb running along the bottom of a screen to me. This is my life, my freedom, the moment I’ve spent every waking moment thinking of for over 1215+ days (I’ve lost count), exposing the TRUTH and walking out of this place in Victory.
1) The Jan. 20 date was the FIRST time since my arrest that I’ve allowed myself to write on my hand-drawn jail calendars any type of “Countdown.” Thirty days plus one down to Jan 21, because I know the speed of Government. The main problem is that I allowed people to convince me that it would come true. That has been a painful error.
2) As Jan 20 progressed through all the day’s events, starting with “The First 9 Minutes,” it became more and more grim for me. With each non-mention of us on the world’s largest stage, it revealed that we were “not that important, I guess,” as stated by another J6er, men who were simply caught up in this military/intelligence coup operation.
3) It was late in the evening when stories of releases started to trickle in over GTL messaging. The other J6ers in my POD (five others, including my cellmate, Jason Tasker) began to rejoice and even I began to think, “Maybe this WILL happen.” News of delayed and late releases gave hope. But, when the list of Oath Keepers and Proud Boys came out and my name was not on that list, it confirmed I would be the lone J6er left in jail (minus those with other nonrelated charges, preventing their release).
But wasn’t that the point? The frame job was ALL about throwing me in prison and denying it had ANYTHING to do with J6. This list broke my false hope. I had about a 10-minute lash out at my roommate over his lack of understanding of what this all meant. Then I broke down and cried. A 50-year-old, 20-year Special Operator is now doubled over and crying like a baby. I cried until I couldn’t anymore, while Jason simply patted my shoulder and said the only thing he could, “I’m sorry, man. I’m really sorry.” I wiped the tears and told myself, “Next chance, March 6th!”
(The date of my Oral Arguments in the 11th USCCA.) I checked messages in hope for the others until my tablet battery died. Then I slept.
4) Jan 21, approx. 11:45 am EST, we were both awakened to the sound of our door sliding open (it’s loud) and CO “Oh” standing there with two clear trash bags and saying in his thick African accent, “Brown, Tasker, pack up, you are being released!”
My immediate response to him was, “Oh, don’t F*** with me!” He chuckled and said, “No Man, you outta here!” My next sentence was, “I’m NOT gonna argue with you!” and I hurriedly shoved my books, documents, mail and newspapers in that bag as fast as I could. I quickly shot off emails to as many as I could in just the short time I had. “They say we are being released!” I left all my food and clothing to be pilfered by the Inmates I THOUGHT I was leaving behind. However, even as we packed and Jason celebrated, I told him, “I won’t believe it until we are outside!” Within minutes, we were dragging our mats through the POD. I gave nearly $200 worth of food to one of the few friends I made there, DaVon. DaVon was one of the first inmates I met in the DC Jail and he really helped with info and my security situational awareness. We promised to get in contact as free men, fist bumped with a “Love!” (As Rush would say, ‘A little Jail Lingo for ya’) And I was out!
5) All the J6ers from two PODs were in the hallway. I immediately met fellow Green Beret and HALO Guy out of 10th Group, Rocky Earles and we walked down to out-process hell. We first encountered an attractive female US Marshal to handle our release. It did not take long to figure out why…send in the pretty girl to break the bad news. As we sat and waited, I asked to use the phone. I had Tylene and my Mom station themselves 50 miles outside of DC JUUUUST in case and now was that moment. When Tylene answered, I could hear the excitement in her voice as I said they were releasing me. She told me they were already outside. Then, it was back to a cell to wait.
6) Before long, a DC Jail Captain came and told us, “You are NO LONGER in our control. The Marshal has you now!” They seemed to not want to be blamed for any delay.
7) I was the first one to be pulled out. Remember, have the pretty girl give the bad news? This Marshal sat in on my first hearing in DC and had been very kind, understanding and vaguely familiar with who I was. As she told me I was NOT gonna be released, she looked more disappointed than I was because I just smiled with that “Of course, I’m not” look. I simply asked if she was sure, said ok and asked to use the phone again.
The letter will continue with a part two.
