Good Plans: Born Again in Lancaster County Prison - The Birth of Sunshine Firecracker

On March 16, 2023, my life in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania was turned upside down. I was a victim of domestic violence who did what women are told to do — report it. Instead of protection, I was met with government oppression, police misconduct, and violence against women from the very institutions sworn to protect me.

What men meant for harm, God used for good. In the darkest cell, in the worst suffering of my life, I was born again in Jesus’ name.

Violence Against Women: From Victim to Inmate

When I reported domestic violence, the state turned me into a prisoner. In Terre Hill, Pennsylvania State Trooper Artale arrested and assaulted me in response to my report of a crime. After he placed me in handcuffs, he deliberately forced his erect penis against my restrained hand from behind. His body "member" leaned to the left — and I will never forget the violation.

I immediately reported this sexual assault to every person at the Pennsylvania State Police barracks while being booked. I reported it to Magisterial District Judge Jonathan W. Heisse, who was aware of the allegation during my my eventual proceedings, eight days later. I also reported it to Ephrata Police Sergeant Snavely. Yet nothing was done.

Instead of protecting me, the state silenced me.

Assault and Mockery by Officials

At Lancaster County Prison, I was injured in an unprovoked attack by a male correctional officers, whom I was alone with in a dark closet where my "bail hearing" was being held, with no access to council or redress. I was then retrained by correctional officers who strapped me into a jacket that restricted my movement, further damaging my already fragile wrists from a near-fatal car accident. When I protested, explaining that an arbitrator had awarded me $250,000 for permanent wrist injuries caused by defective Honda airbags, they mocked me.

I told every officer I encountered that I was a lawyer. Instead of respect, I was mocked for it. They laughed at my credentials, ignored my pleas for due process, and escalated their violence.

Back to the “hearing” in a closet: I was dragged into a small closet where my “bail hearing” was conducted over a remote laptop appearance by a Magisterial District Judge. This was no courtroom. It was a dungeon stage for official oppression. I was mocked when I told them: “I am a lawyer.” I was tackled to the ground, from a seated position, by a grown man, and that was the beginning:

• Chemical assault: When I could not comply with further cuffing because of the pain in my wrists, officers sprayed mace directly into my face from outside the room. They never even re-cuffed me afterwards — the spray was used purely to punish and terrorize. Blinded and gasping, I was dragged through the prison hallways.
• Scalding “decontamination”: They shoved my face under a hot shower that caused me to scream in agony, spreading the mace down my entire body. This was no cleansing — it was torture disguised as procedure.
• Left naked in the dark: I was dumped naked in a cell, alone, blinded and screaming. My eyes swollen shut, I felt along the floor until I found the toilet. I scooped filthy water into my hands and washed my eyes because no one else would help me. When I found the sink, they cut the water off.
• Days of taunting: For an entire weekend I lay injured, unable to even feed myself, as guards mocked and taunted me through the darkness. I was not treated as human. I was treated as an enemy to be broken.

This was not criminal justice. This was state-sponsored degradation, tourture, official oppression, and violence designed to strip me of humanity.

They cast me into darkness, but the light of Christ broke through

On March 20, 2023, after days of abuse, the guards finally gave me medical attention — and a Bible.

At first, I picked it up and went looking for a book and chapter that might be the reference in JellyRoll's website JellyRoll615.com . Instead I found the Gospel of John.

And that was the moment everything changed.

Blinded by mace, mocked as a lawyer, assaulted as a woman, and abandoned by the justice system, I read the Word for the first time with open eyes. And right there, I became a Jew for Jesus — a believer in the Messiah I had never before called my own.

Baptized in Cell 43

Two days later, on March 22, 2023, I refused to leave prison without baptism. In Cell 43, on Cell Block, I was baptized with no water and in Spirit. What began with violence against women ended with the victory of Christ delivered by Chaplain Victoria.

Eight days after being jailed for reporting domestic violence, I walked out of Lancaster County Prison not destroyed, but delivered.

A Bargain for Release

Eight days after arriving, I was transported from Lancaster County Prison to appear before MDJ Jonathan W. Heisse. A Lancaster County Public Defender happened to be present. She was able to secure my release that same day — but only on one condition:

I had to plead guilty to a noise violation because, in their words, I was “too loud” when reporting that I had been assaulted by Trooper Artale.

That was the state’s idea of justice: silence the victim, protect the officer, and punish me for crying out.

Faith Over Fear in Lancaster County

I endured:

• Sexual assault by a state trooper.
• An assualt by Officer Rodriguez.
• A group attack by multiple COs.
• Mace to the face.
• Torture in a scalding shower.
• Days left naked, mocked, and starving.
• A false guilty plea for a “noise violation” to be released — punished for crying out that I had been assaulted.

This was Lancaster County’s idea of justice.

Good Plans

When I stood at Summer Worship Nights 2025 at Hershey Park a few weeks ago, listening to Brandon Lake and Josiah Queen sing The Prodigal and Good Plans, I knew those songs were written for me.

I was the prodigal — assaulted, abandoned, mocked. But God welcomed me home.

I was the prisoner — stripped, sprayed, silenced. But God gave me freedom.

I was the forgotten — yet in my darkness, God revealed His Good Plans.

From Oppression to Purpose

Today, I still fight for government transparency, police accountability, and justice for women in Lancaster County.

But I no longer fight alone. I fight with Christ beside me.

No officer, no judge, no government system can undo what God has done.

In a cell meant to break me, I was made whole. In a dungeon meant to silence me, I found my voice. In Lancaster County Prison, I was born again.

🙏 Faith Over Fear. Justice Over Oppression. Good Plans Over Evil.