When we got married, we lived a normal American life. We had kids running around. Derrick was working on homes, helping out at the family ranch, even volunteering at rehab facilities across West Virginia – a state ripped apart by opioids and alcoholism.
On top of running for local office, he also helped coached D1 football. Beyond the wins and losses, he wanted to teach young men how to be good fathers, American patriots, and strong leaders.
But that all changed in a blink of an eye.
The life Derrick created for our family was
FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN OVERNIGHT.
A SWAT team of Biden's FBI agents
busted down our front door.
The kids were screaming. Derrick had his hands up.
I was CONFUSED, living in a NIGHTMARE.
Then I remembered – Derrick went to Washington DC on January 6th to PEACEFULLY contest a stolen election.
That’s what this was all about.
The Biden Regime labeled him an “insurrectionist” and that was it. My husband was going to prison.
We tried to fight back. We argued entrapment. We argued violation of free speech.
Nothing worked.
The courts REFUSED to hear it.
Derrick’s fate was SEALED.
He would be spending his nights in a cold, dark prison cell. I would be laying in bed alone wondering how I'm going to take care of four kids by myself.
Months later, when Derrick was released on good behavior, the man I saw come home was different.
He always had an interest in politics, but going to prison this lit a fire inside of him I had never seen before.
