Dear To Whom ever Truly Cares

I’ve reached out to attorney after attorney, organization after organization, hoping someone—anyone—would see the urgency and injustice in my case. Instead, I get polite declines or silence. Meanwhile, I’m homeless, harassed by police, retaliated against for reporting housing violations, and erased by a court system that altered dockets and ignored basic due process. I’m an educator. I’ve committed no crime. I’ve done everything by the book. Yet I’ve been punished for existing, for standing up, for being a Black man in America telling the truth.

What’s most disheartening is how quickly people assume I must’ve done something wrong. That I’m exaggerating. That this is just “how it is.” It shouldn’t be. It isn’t okay. And if that’s the legal standard we’ve accepted—ignore injustice unless it makes headlines or fits a trend—then we’re all in trouble.

I’m not asking for charity. I’m demanding justice. Not just for me—but for anyone else who’ll walk into that courtroom after me and be treated like I was. I will keep fighting. But your silence—and that of others—speaks volumes.

At the very least, I ask that you share my petition:
🔗 https://chng.it/YWFzB6gKyT

Because if you won’t help me in court, maybe you can help me reach someone who will. I will be sharing every rejection I've received—including this one—so the world can see how hard it is for someone like me to get even one ounce of support. The receipts are there. The truth is undeniable. And if it takes going public to be heard, then that’s what I’ll do.

Do I have to go to jail or die for this to matter?

I truly hope not. But if that’s what it takes to make people care, that should haunt all of us.

Sincerely,
Donavan Ferguson
dferguson@vcindy.org
(317) 282‑3246