Dear Mr. Depp,
You found yourself falsely accused in the press. Your false accuser was called a survivor and a hero for setting you up with her phone. She was lauded as “a survivor” and offered tens of thousands of dollars to speak about her accusations. It cost you millions of dollars worth of work.
You stood for the Memphis 3 when they were falsely accused, and have found yourself abandoned by all but your fans. I am truly sorry for the loss of your reputation, livelihood, and manhood. For 5 years, I’ve been writing about the social mechanism which is eroding due process and the rise of false accusations and moral panic.
My brother, Dale, had his life destroyed, his son kidnapped by the mother, all with the aid of the State of Minnesota and the State of Oregon via false allegation. When his father was just a little boy, he cared for me and protected me during our very violent childhood.
He protected my nephew’s mother from some VERY bad dudes.
When she tired of him, she set my brother up with the police, and then skipped town. Dale had no choice but to accept the plea deal and its conditions. The more he defended himself, the worse it got. Neither Dale or his family could reach out to Johnny.
My brother died broken and alone, believing his son would never hear the truth. Mr. Depp, I would pay any amount of money, to any charity, to hear you read this letter to my nephew, it would mean more coming from a man.
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Dear Johnny,
When I was 5 years old, your dad grabbed a shotgun and protected me from a gang that was beating a man with a tire iron outside of our house. He was 9 years old. Mom was drunk in bed.
Your dad needed to be the man of our house because my mother and uncle had killed your granddad in a drunken rage on Mother’s Day, 1975. They were out celebrating his birthday; he was 25 years old. My mother then had a baby daughter with a violent felon, who had just been released from prison.
That violent felon was the only real source of comfort for me, but was outwardly violent to any enemies of my mother until she kicked him out for the Pedophile. Your dad was not his type, and I was not his type, my little sister was his type.
Had your dad been there, he would have protected our little sister, but your grandma had already driven both he and I onto the streets for her new, younger child.
Your father spent his teen years homeless and had to grow up quick.
By the time he was in his 40’s, he was quite the handyman, fixing cars for people, and had fixed up a couple of old houses as a hobby.
He was kind, generous, and funny. He was so funny. He had a corporate desk job for about 10 years when he got prescribed some anti-depressants. He didn’t like them and quit taking them, cold turkey. He fell into the hospital with chemical psychosis.
That’s where he met your mom.
Your mom was in her early twenties and in the same psych ward, facing federal drug racketeering charges. She was charged with running a meth ring.
Neither your dad or anyone else believed that this pretty, charismatic, young blond lady could run a meth ring.
I’d seen my fill of pretty, charismatic, young blond ladies running meth rings, but your dad was in love, and still out of his mind with prescription drug withdrawal.
Your mom turned state’s evidence on some very bad dudes, and walked away with probation, while they all faced mandatory minimums. Your dad spent the next five years protecting her, and you, from threats, all while working out his mental health issues, working as a handyman, and working on an MBA.
Your mom got bored and started fucking other dudes – flaunting it in his face. When she wanted him gone, she orchestrated a breakup scene and brought in the police, because she “just wanted him in jail for the weekend.”
When she found out he was facing 15 years in prison for her false accusations, rather than fess up, she filed an order of protection and skipped Minnesota, then filed another order of protection in Oregon.
He was forced to accept a plea deal that included 10 years probation, which mandated that he couldn’t contact you, and neither could anyone else. This left your mom to say anything she wanted about your dad, and to use you as a manipulation tool.
Your dad was a good man, who did not deserve any of what happened to him. Your mom set him up in a way that wouldn’t make sense to a boy, but you are nearly a man now, and have probably figured your mom out by now.
I worry for your safety.
The men that your mom sold out are going to be getting out of prison soon. They are probably going to find her, rape her, and leave her body in the high desert of Oregon or a swamp in Western Minnesota.
The truth your mom didn’t want to face will catch her. I hope one day the truth about your father catches you.
Your father was a good man, Johnny, he didn’t deserve what your mother did to him or his memory.
