“A Tale of an American Political Prisoner”

Part 6.7: The DC Gulag, Washington, DC


by: Jessica Watkins (X: @J6ssicaWatkins)

A True Story; 100% verifiable with Text Messages, Emails, Video/Audio, Court Documents and Testimony.

Being debriefed (a nice way of saying voluntarily interrogated) by the FBI and Department of Justice is an interesting experience to say the least. They act polite, kind, you know… cool… before it begins. They shake your hand, ask how you’re doing. Act concerned for your wellbeing. There’s lot’s of pleasantries, like they’re about to sell you a car. Then the transcripts begin, and they change. It’s like a mask comes off, and all of a sudden, you’re their enemy. My Prosecutor, Ahmed Baset, and two FBI Agents did my debriefing. Ahmed Baset is the most insincere person I’ve ever met. He thanked me for my service to the country, all smiles, thanking me for doing this great service to my country. He acted like he was a friend, just trying to get to the bottom of everything. He’s just got a job to do, and so me helping him was a good thing. You know… honorable. After all, they were only after the truth. Then flipped on a dime, as soon as the transcripts are rolling… he’s screaming at me, calling me a terrorist. I literally got pissed off at one point, saying “I wish you wouldn’t throw that word around all willy nilly. I’ve been to the Middle East. I’ve fought terrorists, that’s not something you casually call someone. I LOVE my country! I am NOT a goddamn terrorist”. He said “You ARE! That’s what you are. That’s what you did.” I shut down. F*** that. I didn’t come here to be insulted by some last year Harvard Grad on a power trip. I think the FBI agents detected me closing down, and were eager to move on themselves. The debrief was going off the rails, and became an “insult fest” for no reason.

I came to set the record straight. To uphold MY end of the bargain; to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I did NOT come to be insulted by some rookie Prosecutor. I did follow through on my end though. I told them anything they wanted to know. I answered EVERY question. Everything was 100% verifiable with Text Messages, Emails, Video/Audio, and now… my testimony. Just like this is. I’ve never withheld the truth, not from them, not from you, and not from my Judge or Jury. I figured that honesty is the best policy. That “The truth will set you free”. I could point and say I was here, here and here, I said this, I said that. The problem was… the truth cut against their story. They were wrong about everything, and they didn’t want to hear it. The litany of Indictments, the Probable Cause Affidavits, the Arrest Warrants, the Detention Motions, you name it… it was all LIES. I wanted to set the record straight. If I committed a crime then, fine. Charge me with THAT crime, and I’ll Plead Guilty to it. But I WON’T plead Guilty to s*** that I didn’t do. I didn’t destroy anything! I STOPPED vandalism fer crissakes! I did NOT commit a Conspiracy! I didn’t plot, plan, or scheme to “Obstruct the Peaceful Transfer of Power”. Not ON January 6th, and CERTAINLY not “…as early as November 3rd…”, I thought the Certification of the Election had ENDED before I left the White House Ellipse; I could PROVE it! But they didn’t care. I gave them my passwords, I gave them my account information, I told them about Signal, I told them about Zello. Everything in those chats PROVED our innocence.

I WANTED to let them see the truth, to put this nightmare to bed and go home. I told them about the “Trash Compactor from Hell” in the Senate Hallway before they even knew about it. I told them about how it all went down. I even told them that I smoked weed in the Rotunda. I told them everything, laid out everything before J6, then everything from J6 step-by-step, and everything after J6 too; all in a clear picture. But it wouldn’t matter. They kept putting words in my mouth saying “…so when you spit on the Police Officer, then what?” I freaked out on them, screaming “F*** you! Don’t put words in my mouth! I would NEVER… not in a MILLION GODDAMN YEARS spit on a Police Officer!!! I wouldn’t spit on ANYONE, let alone a damn cop! So don’t you DARE accuse me of that!”. They moved on to another lie. “So tell us about the Offices you broke into.” They didn’t ask “…did you break into Offices?”, but rather to “…tell us about the Offices you DID break into”. I flipped out! “I NEVER broke into any Offices!” Baset looked at me, incredulous. “Uh, you know we have CAMERAS right?” I snapped. “Then pull the f***ing cameras! I didn’t go in any goddamn Offices! Not even a PEEK! I was only in Public areas; a hallway and the Rotunda”. They moved on. They brought out a snippet of audio, playing it over and over and over. It was 1%Watchdog, the guy I suspect of being a Federal Informant/Agent. They had selected that specific snippet of audio, because that one clip kinda sounded like Stewart Rhodes if you use your imagination. But if you listen to ALL OTHER audio from Zello and 1%WatchDog (there’s a LOT), then it’s clear that it is NOT Stewart. Not even close. But they kept pushing and pushing, wanting me to say it was. They wanted their “Big Fish”. But the problem was, I didn’t even know Stewart had been at January 6th until the following day when messages started rolling in. When this ultimately failed and I refused to point the finger at an innocent man, they tried to probe my alibis.

They wanted to see how well I knew what had happened. Why? They wanted to expand the investigation to new heights. They already had their sights set on Seditious Conspiracy. They wanted to charge us with MORE crimes we didn’t commit. Most egregiously, they wanted were trying to frame me for the “pipe bomb at the DNC” situation. They knew we didn’t do any of these things, I had laid it all out. Everywhere I was. Everything I did. Everywhere I went. They KNEW 10000000% that I was at the Hotel at the time. They knew I didn’t have a vehicle. They knew I never had never left the hotel at any point, and certainly not with any “suspicious packages”. Why? I was ON CAMERA the whole time, they HAD the surveillance footage from the hotel. I didn’t know that at the time though, but THEY sure did. They knew I had nothing to do with any bomb stuff, but they wanted to frame me for it anyway. I am convinced of that. At the end of the day, all I had were Alibis; proof we were all innocent. Proof the OathKeepers were innocent. They had ZERO interest in hearing that. They wanted to destroy us; for political purposes, for fame in the media, to further their careers, to obey the marching orders of Matthew Graves, Michael Sherwin, Lisa Monaco, and their bosses: Christopher Wray, Merrick Garland, and most importantly Joe Biden. They wanted to keep their power, and to get rich and famous doing it. I was a bug under their boot, and they wanted to crush me for funsies. Our innocence be damned. After a number of debriefings, I decided not to speak with them again. They clearly didn’t want to hear the truth. Soon, their threats would only escalate.