Our programs
Support justice-impacted individuals & families, one commissary purchase at a time
The Commisary Program
Our commissary program aims to reduce financial strain on families. The costs of commissary items can be a heavy burden on the families of incarcerated individuals. An additional $300 a month can be a significant expense for families already struggling due to the absence of a family member in prison, adding further strain to these relationships.
Our commissary program offers optimism and sanctuary.
Our commissary program offers optimism and sanctuary.
Statistics indicate a rise in commissary prices nationwide, often catching prisoners off guard. This sudden increase can lead to a tense and hostile atmosphere in prisons when inmates find themselves unable to afford their usual snacks and amenities. The additional support provided by Redemption directly addresses this tension.
Our Commissary program bridges nutritional and financial gaps during incarceration.
Prison food quality is often poor, with spoiled produce and bland meal options being common. Commissary assistance helps fill these gaps by offering additional sustenance for inmates. This is crucial as the pay can be as low as $.14 per hour in jail, requiring up to 2000 hours of work to earn an extra $300.
A modest amount like $300 per month can significantly enhance various aspects of a prisoner’s life, from easing family pressures to improving quality of life. Supporting our commissary program is not just about financial aid but also about advocating for human redemption in multiple aspects of prisoners’ lives.
testimonials
Sentence to 20 years
"I just received the 200 dollers from you and i can not thank you and your ORG. enough thank you sooooo much and GOD BLESS YOU ALL !! your friend frank !!!"
Sentenced to 25 years
"Im finally back the Low. its much better over. it felt great to go for a run for the first time in 3yrs 3 weeks ago-tomorrow will be my 3rd week here. its good to be at place where i don't have to go on lockdowns again for weeks at a time for no reason. "
Sentenced to 22 years
"Thanks, I appreciate it. We were on lockdown for a month, we were not out for Fathers day because someone died..Thanks for staying on top of that for me.."
Sentenced to 7.5 years
"from what it sounded like in court i received such a long sentence #1 for not being a rat.. and #2 for the money laundering.. technically there was no money laundered.. was used the same money over and over to buy and sell weed.. i guess they claim since we made a profit we laundered the money. idk honestly.. once im back home i do plan to return to UWF to finish my engineering degree.. i feel like i have to finish what ive started.."
My name is Ismael Lira, and I have been incarcerated for over 20 years. I was convicted by jury and received a life sentence in connection with the transportation and distribution of cannabis. My journey in the criminal justice system has ben harrowing, from my initial interaction with a corrupt drug enforcement agent, who was later convicted on multiple counts of fabricating evidence and false statements in other cases, to grand jury hearings where the judge both acknowledges and allowed weak evidence presented by the prosecution. My supposed co-conspirators even testified that they didn't know who I was. Had I believed in the just nature of our own system or had I been fearful of government retribution and accepted their plea deal, I wouldn't be here today.
For the average citizen, the justice system remains a distant thought until they find themselves ensnared by its convolutions. By then, it is unfortunately too late. the system's complexity and the severity of its penalties are starkly revealed when individuals face the daunting prospect of challenging charges against them.
MY 56th BIRTHDAY IN PRISON
Over a week ago I left FCI-Talladega with the hope I was going to a lower security prison. What they did not tell me was that I was going to spend weeks and weeks going from jail to jail and prison to prison to actually reach my destination. And while I had planned to celebrate my 56th birthday with at least a decent meal and perhaps a diet soda, things have turned out way way different. Today marks the 8th day at Atlanta transfer center. A third-world counry type of jail. I am locked in a 10 by 12 jail cell infested with roaches which find it fun to come out at night and crawl all over me while I sleep on an inch-foam-mat covered by half a sheet and a holed blanket, eating cold meals of pasta and mystery meat, and using a stainless steel sink/commode combination where only the hot water works and I have to flush the toilet every time the inmate next door flushes so it won't overflow my cell with doodo and urine. How do I feel emotionally? How do I feel about spending my 56th birthday in prison? It's hard to pinpoint. It kind of feels like everyone else forgot to give you a present; it kind of like you were thrown a birthday party and you're the only one there; or kind of like you know it's your birthday but no one in the world cares; or kind of like before you have to reach heaven you have to first experience purgatory; a hellish purgatory. But regardless what I am going through I am 56 today, and by God's grace still alive and healthy. Do I wish I were somewhere else than this cold, empty cell where you don't know any of the other prisoners and the others don't know you? Going through unexpected lockdowns because one inmate decided to ingest fentanyl and died and was immediately resuscitated by medical staff, then him cursing all of them, "I hate you! Why didn't you let me die!?" or when another mentally ill inmate banged on his cell door for three hours straight at four o'clock in the morning, keeping the over 150 inmates in the unit awake, saying "Let me go home. I don't wanna be here?" Or when another inmate called the prison staff a bunch of niggers causing us to spend the weekend on lockdown? Definitely. But then again, if 'wishes were horses, then all beggars would ride.' It's been 27 years in the belly of the beast. No doubt about it. And there's more than one think I could complain about while I survey the faded, dirty white walls inside my cage, partially filled with pencil-written gang graffiti, and the overhead light which constantly stays on because the jail guard is the only one who can manage to turn it on and off. But like I always say to others who are similarly situated in a place like mine, "You adapt. It's all about attitude. It's all about perception." So on my special day, despite of how I feel, despite of what I am going through - while typing this short blog on a computer with broken keys and faded letters, watching my back and over my back for anything volatile and unexpected to happen in this oppressively confined environment - I choose to say Happy B-day to me! .... smile ... your life is STILL worth living!
Edwin Rubis is a cannabis prisoner serving 40 years in federal prison. He has been in prison since 1998. His release date is 2031. You can help Edwin obtain his freedom: tinyurl.com/FreeEdwinRubis
Sentence to 20 years
"I just received the 200 dollers from you and i can not thank you and your ORG. enough thank you sooooo much and GOD BLESS YOU ALL !! your friend frank !!!"
Sentenced to 25 years
"Im finally back the Low. its much better over. it felt great to go for a run for the first time in 3yrs 3 weeks ago-tomorrow will be my 3rd week here. its good to be at place where i don't have to go on lockdowns again for weeks at a time for no reason. "
Sentenced to 22 years
"Thanks, I appreciate it. We were on lockdown for a month, we were not out for Fathers day because someone died..Thanks for staying on top of that for me.."
Sentenced to 7.5 years
"from what it sounded like in court i received such a long sentence #1 for not being a rat.. and #2 for the money laundering.. technically there was no money laundered.. was used the same money over and over to buy and sell weed.. i guess they claim since we made a profit we laundered the money. idk honestly.. once im back home i do plan to return to UWF to finish my engineering degree.. i feel like i have to finish what ive started.."
MY 56th BIRTHDAY IN PRISON
Over a week ago I left FCI-Talladega with the hope I was going to a lower security prison. What they did not tell me was that I was going to spend weeks and weeks going from jail to jail and prison to prison to actually reach my destination. And while I had planned to celebrate my 56th birthday with at least a decent meal and perhaps a diet soda, things have turned out way way different. Today marks the 8th day at Atlanta transfer center. A third-world counry type of jail. I am locked in a 10 by 12 jail cell infested with roaches which find it fun to come out at night and crawl all over me while I sleep on an inch-foam-mat covered by half a sheet and a holed blanket, eating cold meals of pasta and mystery meat, and using a stainless steel sink/commode combination where only the hot water works and I have to flush the toilet every time the inmate next door flushes so it won't overflow my cell with doodo and urine. How do I feel emotionally? How do I feel about spending my 56th birthday in prison? It's hard to pinpoint. It kind of feels like everyone else forgot to give you a present; it kind of like you were thrown a birthday party and you're the only one there; or kind of like you know it's your birthday but no one in the world cares; or kind of like before you have to reach heaven you have to first experience purgatory; a hellish purgatory. But regardless what I am going through I am 56 today, and by God's grace still alive and healthy. Do I wish I were somewhere else than this cold, empty cell where you don't know any of the other prisoners and the others don't know you? Going through unexpected lockdowns because one inmate decided to ingest fentanyl and died and was immediately resuscitated by medical staff, then him cursing all of them, "I hate you! Why didn't you let me die!?" or when another mentally ill inmate banged on his cell door for three hours straight at four o'clock in the morning, keeping the over 150 inmates in the unit awake, saying "Let me go home. I don't wanna be here?" Or when another inmate called the prison staff a bunch of niggers causing us to spend the weekend on lockdown? Definitely. But then again, if 'wishes were horses, then all beggars would ride.' It's been 27 years in the belly of the beast. No doubt about it. And there's more than one think I could complain about while I survey the faded, dirty white walls inside my cage, partially filled with pencil-written gang graffiti, and the overhead light which constantly stays on because the jail guard is the only one who can manage to turn it on and off. But like I always say to others who are similarly situated in a place like mine, "You adapt. It's all about attitude. It's all about perception." So on my special day, despite of how I feel, despite of what I am going through - while typing this short blog on a computer with broken keys and faded letters, watching my back and over my back for anything volatile and unexpected to happen in this oppressively confined environment - I choose to say Happy B-day to me! .... smile ... your life is STILL worth living!
Edwin Rubis is a cannabis prisoner serving 40 years in federal prison. He has been in prison since 1998. His release date is 2031. You can help Edwin obtain his freedom: tinyurl.com/FreeEdwinRubis
Sentence to 20 years
"I just received the 200 dollers from you and i can not thank you and your ORG. enough thank you sooooo much and GOD BLESS YOU ALL !! your friend frank !!!"
Sentenced to 25 years
"Im finally back the Low. its much better over. it felt great to go for a run for the first time in 3yrs 3 weeks ago-tomorrow will be my 3rd week here. its good to be at place where i don't have to go on lockdowns again for weeks at a time for no reason. "
Sentenced to 22 years
"Thanks, I appreciate it. We were on lockdown for a month, we were not out for Fathers day because someone died..Thanks for staying on top of that for me.."
MY 56th BIRTHDAY IN PRISON
Over a week ago I left FCI-Talladega with the hope I was going to a lower security prison. What they did not tell me was that I was going to spend weeks and weeks going from jail to jail and prison to prison to actually reach my destination. And while I had planned to celebrate my 56th birthday with at least a decent meal and perhaps a diet soda, things have turned out way way different. Today marks the 8th day at Atlanta transfer center. A third-world counry type of jail. I am locked in a 10 by 12 jail cell infested with roaches which find it fun to come out at night and crawl all over me while I sleep on an inch-foam-mat covered by half a sheet and a holed blanket, eating cold meals of pasta and mystery meat, and using a stainless steel sink/commode combination where only the hot water works and I have to flush the toilet every time the inmate next door flushes so it won't overflow my cell with doodo and urine. How do I feel emotionally? How do I feel about spending my 56th birthday in prison? It's hard to pinpoint. It kind of feels like everyone else forgot to give you a present; it kind of like you were thrown a birthday party and you're the only one there; or kind of like you know it's your birthday but no one in the world cares; or kind of like before you have to reach heaven you have to first experience purgatory; a hellish purgatory. But regardless what I am going through I am 56 today, and by God's grace still alive and healthy. Do I wish I were somewhere else than this cold, empty cell where you don't know any of the other prisoners and the others don't know you? Going through unexpected lockdowns because one inmate decided to ingest fentanyl and died and was immediately resuscitated by medical staff, then him cursing all of them, "I hate you! Why didn't you let me die!?" or when another mentally ill inmate banged on his cell door for three hours straight at four o'clock in the morning, keeping the over 150 inmates in the unit awake, saying "Let me go home. I don't wanna be here?" Or when another inmate called the prison staff a bunch of niggers causing us to spend the weekend on lockdown? Definitely. But then again, if 'wishes were horses, then all beggars would ride.' It's been 27 years in the belly of the beast. No doubt about it. And there's more than one think I could complain about while I survey the faded, dirty white walls inside my cage, partially filled with pencil-written gang graffiti, and the overhead light which constantly stays on because the jail guard is the only one who can manage to turn it on and off. But like I always say to others who are similarly situated in a place like mine, "You adapt. It's all about attitude. It's all about perception." So on my special day, despite of how I feel, despite of what I am going through - while typing this short blog on a computer with broken keys and faded letters, watching my back and over my back for anything volatile and unexpected to happen in this oppressively confined environment - I choose to say Happy B-day to me! .... smile ... your life is STILL worth living!
Edwin Rubis is a cannabis prisoner serving 40 years in federal prison. He has been in prison since 1998. His release date is 2031. You can help Edwin obtain his freedom: tinyurl.com/FreeEdwinRubis
Grants provide direct support,
resources, funding and tools to those doing the hard work.
THE RICK THOMPSON MEMORIAL GRANT
Our community mourns the loss of Rick Thompson, a journalist and activist in Michigan. He was involved in various organizations and foundations supporting the community. Thompson’s legacy will live on through the Redemption Foundation, which he helped found to help those affected by unjust policies.
The Rick Thompson Memorial Fund, established by the Redemption Foundation, provides resources and direct support to individuals and organizations striving to undo the harm caused by an unjust legal system. The grant, inspired by the compassion of longtime activist Rick Thompson, supports sensible policy reform, benefits current and former prisoners and their families, and aids the communities they serve. This fund allows us to continue Rick’s legacy and his important work.
About our grants
• We provide funding to 501c3 non-profit organizations and individuals.
• Grants are awarded on a case-by-case basis- based mostly on available funds.
• The decision process is the same for both individuals and organizations. Applications are reviewed by a non-partisan committee.
• Applicants are selected based on eligibility requirements, financial need, and available funds.
• Our grant-making process is a mutual aid and restorative justice initiative to address harm created by an unjust legal system. We seek to partner with like-minded organizations and individuals who want to repair this harm.