Priceless Evidence and Ammunition

Letters from Camp Blue Star prisoner Stephanie Green to best friend Dana:
July 25, 1988 (age 12)
Dana,
Camp is very educational; just kidding. It's okay, but I'd rather be home. When is school orientation? We have two all-Spanish speaking girls in our cabin and this one really weird girl. She's huge and fat and acts like she's a gay cowboy! She really scares me! I'm scared that she's gonna come kill us during the night. She probably will sooner or later, so maybe I won't ever see you again. So you'd better write me! And will you call Heidi at 739-0325 and give her my address here and put it on the envelope. Did I leave anything at your condo? If I did, please send it to me. You'd better write me back!
Steph

Aug. 5, 1987 (age 11)
Dana,
How's life? Well, I can tell you one thing, it's not too great here. Today is Tish'Bav, the Hebrew holiday where we remember the two temples that were burned down and we remember the 6,000,000 Jews who were killed in the Holocaust. Can you send me stationery with lots of envelopes? Me and Kelly have been getting into lots of trouble. Our cabin is the worst in the unit. Nothing is new. Say hi to everybody in Jax.
Luvya,
Stephanie

Dear Dana (Date unknown; summer I was forced to stay 8 weeks instead of 4 weeks; probably 13 years old)
I am so pissed at my fucking mom. Everybody in the cabin gets letters and packages every day and I wrote nine letters and she has not gotten one! I hate her. She writes the gayest letters. I'm sick of her shit! Have you gotten my other letter? Will you write me and send me food? I'm going to come home after one month! It sucks shit here. Do me a favor and call my mom and tell her to send me food and tell her I've written her nine times!
Love,
Stephanie