From a story at News Center Maine in 2018 by Shannon Moss "Getting out of jail in Maine: Who decides someone's bail after arrest" Anne Jordan says the bail commissioners set the bail amount and/or other conditions of release, and
...the taxpayers of Maine don't pay a penny for them. Bail commissioners make up to $60 dollars for each case, money paid for by the individual arrested.
Really? Taxpayers don't pay? I paid the $60, plus 4 days and 4 nights of my freedom on Memorial Day weekend 2025. I wouldn't pay the $250 for failing to appear to pick a jury for what would obviously be a sham trial, and Judge Nelson issued a warrant for my arrest.
Nelson was the judge presiding over cases in Fort Kent on May 23 where we were scheduled to appear to evict a tenant who was renting a portion of the home in Saint Agatha, yet trying to claim it all as his and sleeping in our bedroom, in our bed! He's earned the nickname Goldilocks.
The judge read the list of cases/names, and asked some to mediate. Soon the marshall politely told me that I was going to be arrested. It was Pete's name I put on the paperwork in case I couldn't be there. He and the tenant mediated; I wasn't allowed into the room! That's okay, in the adjacent room I could hear alot of what was said by putting my ear to the wall.
The Fort Kent Chief of police soon arrived. He's Michael DeLena. Then an Aroostook County sheriff deputy arrived to take me to Houlton County jail; Pete recorded the arrest on his cell phone.
During processing I was thrown in the hole for not complying, and left there for 18 hours. "I was born in Fort Kent, Maine" is all I would have had to say to avoid that. Sing and exercise is all I could do. Sleep was impossible on a narrow hard bench with nothing but a blanket, and the screams of desperation from guys in nearby cells.
One guy was begging to go back to the shower, saying it hurt. I found out he'd been pepper sprayed. He was in for criminal mischief; I didn't ask for more details. It was difficult to hear each other through the prison doors. He was only 20 years old. I asked if he had family that helped him. He said he did. I asked if he had a girlfriend. I was surprised by his answer because it sounded like "f*** you". It was actually "a few." When he was making noise some of the guys were telling him to "shut the f*** up", so I hollered out "he's just a kid."
The water was horrible, tasted like chlorine. After several hours in the hole, I started to cough. My throat felt irritated; I soon realized that it was due to the ammonia vapors in the room. I asked for them to flush the toilet - a hole in the cement floor.
In passing by other inmates to get my lunch tray when I was moved to the general population, I mentioned my son's name. One of the inmates said her boyfriend, who'd just been released was Shane's friend in prison in Warren.
It took a whole day to get something for my lips; by Tuesday they were so chapped they were about to bleed! I asked a few different guards but it was only when the medic came around that I got some from her.
I wasn't even given a phone call until Tuesday afternoon shortly before I was released. One of the girls said from their window she could see a man in a white truck had been parked there for hours...it was Pete. He thought I'd see the judge and be released on Tuesday morning. I didn't see the judge.
The district attorney, satisfied that I'd been punished enough, dismissed the charges... though the only thing I'm guilty of is failing to consent to a kangaroo court proceeding and a waste of taxpayer dollars.