Dean Jacobs in San Clemente

Being raised in San Clemente is a blessing. The families here care about their kids and raising them in a wholesome safe environment. It was shocking to me as a parent during the 80's and 90's, that there actually was what could be called a "gang" in San Clemente. I later found out that not only was there a mexican gang, but also a few skin head gangs. When my own son (Dean) started hanging around what seemed like mexican gang members, I did more investigating. I found that this gang was not a gang for criminal reasons, but for macho image and party reasons. This made me feel a tad better, but still, we made Dean go away to a private school. That school did not work out, so he returned. He reconnected with some of his former friends and got a girlfriend. After his girl moved back to Mexico, he fell into a depression, and everything went down hill from there. For about 5 years, he was not in his right mind and it was very trying as a parent. We even had to tell him to leave and go out on his own. It was at that time that Dean fell apart , which lead to jail on stupid petty things. He realized that he did not want to end up living in jail and so started his uphill climb to sobriety and sanity. It was at this time that the murder in San Juan took place for which he is being blamed.
Being raised in San Clemente was never forgotten by Dean, and he is back to what he should have been, a man who loves and appreciates family, nature, honesty, and the law. We only hope that this trial turns out right and he can live the dream of raising his own family in San Clemente.

Inmates during trial

Have you ever wondered why many inmates during their trials look haggard and have glazed faces? Many have even fallen asleep during trials. I wanted to share with you the unfair grueling schedule that these defendants who are locked up during their trial go through.
Their day starts at 4am when they are woken up to get ready for transport. Then they are all taken to a huge cement holding cell which has no chairs, and you are not allowed to have a book or magazine to pass the time. It is cold and loud as the noise bounces off the cement walls and floors. He doesn't enter the court until around 9am. He is allowed to dress out of his jail clothes before entering the court. (That is if someone has brought him a change of clothes from the outside and the judge has written an order for the jailers to let him do so.] For lunch, he goes back to the cement room with a sack lunch that is not very edible. Then around 1pm, he is back in court until around 4pm. Then it is back to the cement room until around 6pm when he is finally transported back to the jail. Of course the whole time, he is shackled on his legs and at times hands too. He has to wait at the jail to be checked back in, and is given another sack meal, and then around 9pm gets to shower. By the time they are back in their cell, it is almost midnight. That gives them four hours sleep before it all starts again. Its no wonder defendants find it hard to think or speak during their trials. These conditions are inhumane in my opinion, and it is very hard on Dean. Because he is such a worrier, it is hard for him to get any sleep, much less four hours. I just hope he can hang in there for his trial.

Trial update

Okay everyone, I know you are getting frustrated at all the delays but it must all be happening for a reason. We are all praying to God for help, so maybe this is a part of it.
The new trial date is July 8th. That is when we will probably start picking a jury. So everyone say prayers on that day and the rest of that week to get the right jury members. It will be so important.
Dean hates all these delays. He is sick of being in jail and his life just being wasted. He says that even prison is better than county jail. Lets hope it doesn't come to that.

Uncle Stacy, Dean, and Dad

Joaquin misses taking naps with you Dean!