Let This Person Go!

“We’re almost there.” I said as I caught sight of the water tower in Stanley, Wisconsin. My husband Mike and I were driving West on our way home to Minneapolis from Green Bay. It was Sunday morning, December 27th; a few days after Christmas. We were on Highway 29, the stretch of road between Green Bay and Interstate 94, referred to by us freedom fighters as Freedom Highway. We were about to make an important stop. The tower indicated how close we were to our destination; the Stanley prison.

Sign for Stanley Correctional

Sign at the rear entrance of Stanley Correctional

Stanley Correctional

The prison buildings and Stanley water tower 

The white walls of the prison are visible from the highway but during this time of year almost disappear into the wintry landscape. The light blue water tower dwarfs the compound as it stands tall to the east. Dale Basten, the oldest of the six men convicted in the Green Bay Monfils case exists at Stanley. And I do mean…exists.

I always enjoyed correspondence from Dale partly because of how infrequent it was. Although his messages were brief, they were full of genuine warmth and sincerity. I remember Dale was the first to respond when I started writing to all five of the men back in December of 2010. The first card he ever sent was in response to my first Christmas letter to him. It had this simple message:

“Thank you Ma’am for the mail.

It’s the right time of year to get it.”—Dale Basten 

Dale is now 74 years old; an aged man who has seen far too many years behind bars for a crime he did not commit. And I’ve not received mail from him for over a year.

Mike and I had more than one discussion about this visit. We both had concerns about the shape Dale might be in because of recent health issues. I was uncertain about how it might go for all of us, especially Dale. I was afraid of what we might encounter. We still looked forward to possibly meeting him as we had Keith Kutska, Michael Hirn and Reynold Moore earlier in the year. We knew it was going to be emotional but decided to go ahead with the visit. Adding to the anxiety was the status of the case that was slow to change; Dale’s recent parole denial and now the rejection from the judge in granting Keith Kutska a new trial.*

We made it through the usual entry process save for me having to remove my bra while going through the metal detector. Note to myself: Never forgot to wear a sport bra! We finally entered the visitor’s lounge. It was busy as was expected because of the holiday weekend. We were assigned table #18 near the vending machines. It was hard to miss the big signs on the machines that warned against inmate use. We recalled Mike Hirn had been able to handle money and use the ones at Oakhill. Maybe because that’s a minimum security facility. The inconsistency of rules between prisons confused us. We simply followed them as best we could.

We sat and waited for Dale, although it was unclear which door he’d walk through. There were many possibilities. We chatted as we scanned the room waiting. Before we knew it, an elderly inmate shuffled past our table. He was escorted by a prison guard. They passed us by before we realized it was Dale. We watched as they approached the guard desk where Dale needed to sign in. I stood within view of them and waited. Dale looked confused as he turned to face the lounge. The guard waited for him to locate his visitors. When they looked in our direction I waved them over. Dale headed towards us only at the urging of the guard behind him.

Dale was thin and frail. He moved slowly. I thought he might trip so I braced myself. The guard left and we assisted Dale to his designated seat; the one labeled inmate’s seat which faces the guard desk. Dale looked at us and smiled. We introduced ourselves. It was obvious he had no recollection of who we were, even though I’d been sending him regular updates and letters for the past five years.

I ignored the obvious and started the conversation. “How are you doing Dale?” I said. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m fine.” He then added that he’d never been in this room before. Mike and I exchanged glances. We were thinking the same thing-that this was improbable because Dale had been at this prison at least since 2009. We could not be certain but we felt he just didn’t remember. We kept our questions simple. We asked about everyday life at the prison. Dale’s answers were short. His recollection of current activities was vague. But clarity resurfaced somewhat when we asked him about things of the distant past, like the incident at the mill in 1992.

Dale told us he was a Foreman at the mill. He said he liked his job. He said it was a good job that provided a good life for his family. He told us he did not work in the area of the mill where the incident occurred but that he and Mike Johnson had been called there to help with one of the paper machines. He stated it was during the morning when Tom Monfils went missing. Dale obsessed over his interpretation of how Monfils’ body reacted while in the vat. Numerous times and with his arms, he recreated a swirling, plunging motion as he narrated.

Dale became repetitive as we talked. It was as though he did not remember what things he had said. He couldn’t retain the information we shared about the hearing, the ruling or more recent related activities. He didn’t recall his parole hearing even though it had taken place only a month prior to this visit. There was no mistaking his love for his daughters despite being able to share few details of their current lives. It was heart breaking. Mike and I had seen these same characteristics in my elderly Mother; the short term memory loss, the vagueness of current events, inability to retain new information, no matter how significant.

We’d brought a Ziploc bag of quarters (no more than $20.00 allowed). In an attempt to lighten the mood, we asked Dale if he wanted something from the vending machine. He said he didn’t like anything sugary. The options were limited so he opted for a can of soda. None of the food choices appealed to him. As we sipped our drinks, I asked if Dale would be up for having his picture taken with us. Dale was okay with the idea so I went to request the necessary form. Mike filled it out and placed it in front of Dale to sign. Dale needed help writing his name. I returned the form and we were soon called to have two pictures taken.

Joan and Mike Treppa with Dale Basten at Stanley Correctional in 2015

Mike and Joan Treppa with Dale Basten

We stayed with Dale until visiting hours were over. I was reluctant to leave. I wanted to take care of him as I had done for my own Mother. “This man should be sent home to his family.” I thought. I felt sad for them; his daughters; his former wife; their heartbreak. I recalled the letters written by his two daughters that were on the back pages of The Monfils Conspiracy book. Only wanting what we all want; to be with their Dad and to have a normal life.

As we got up to leave, Mike discarded the cans on our table. Dale was uncertain of what to do. The guard came and took his arm and led him to a line forming that would take the inmates back to their cells. I looked back and waved as we walked through the door to the outside. Dale smiled and waved back.

As I wrote this piece something occurred to me; the major discussion going on about our aging population in the U.S. I was curious about how it affected the prison population. According to sites such as Human Rights Watch, due to the “get tough on crime” initiative years ago which caused longer prison sentences for lesser crimes; there are a large number of aging inmates as well. This has become a major concern due to the cost and physical care required in the continued incarceration of them. Although there are plenty of facilities being built to adequately take care of the general aging population, the problem rests with accepting felons into these facilities.

It’s unclear to me and most likely unclear to immediate families how this transition can happen. What I do know is that time is running out for Dale. It’s running out for a family that still needs him. It’s hard to reconcile this situation and I cannot fathom how this family copes. Seeing Dale that day, made me angry at the authorities who will never accept blame for wrongly incarcerating him; at the system that continues to imprison him; at the parole board for denying him parole knowing full well that this man, even if he had committed this crime, is in no way a danger to society.


Dale Basten with Joan Treppa

I implore whoever has authority over this decision to please send him home!

*Note: On January 13, 2016, our lead Attorney Steve Kaplan received confirmation, not from the Brown County DA’s office but from Paul Srubas, a reporter at the Green Bay Press Gazette that Judge Bayorgeon had issued a motion to deny Keith Kutska a new trial. Srubas had contacted Kaplan merely to get a statement.



8 thoughts on “Let This Person Go!

  1. Heather Gatheridge

    I find it hard to believe, though I know it to be fact, that we live in a world where there are people like you who care so much about strangers, and then there are those who care so little, such as the parole board, etc. I will NEVER be able to understand how those individuals go home at the end of the day, kiss their spouses, hug their children, and simply live, while denying others the same. How do they honestly feel good about themselves, about their work, about how their decisions affect others? I don’t understand….

    1. Joan Treppa Post author

      Thank you Heather. I agree with you. It is a mystery to me as well. That is why we must persist in carrying our message of nonacceptance far and wide and make our voices ring louder over theirs.

  2. David Price

    Such a tragedy. I do believe the police were very corrupt. I remember Pete Delvoe(a mill worker) coming over just shaking,because one Randy Winkler(police detective) threatened him with prison and loss of his job if he didn’t “co-operate”.

    1. Joan Treppa Post author

      Thank you David. Yes, Delvoe was among many who were threatened with the same at that time. Steve Stein was another.He agreed to testify at the hearing in July. He not only testified to the nature of Tom Monfils questionable character, he also shared his personal experience with Winkler, although he would not name him on the stand because of his fear to this day of retaliation by the authorities. Sadly, the current prosecutor came back on cross examination and forced Stein to admit that he had not lost his job or gone to prison despite testifying truthfully at the original trial. So much effort by Brown County to make light of this.

  3. John Johnson

    I would be remiss if I failed to convey a message. After having served in the Military for more
    than 20 years and received the purple heart for wounds in action I would gladly take Dale’s place in prison now so he could finish his life with his beloved family. This travesty of a wrongful conviction is slowly evolving into a tragedy for Dale. The legal system is corrupt, dysfunctional, and wrought with malice and aforethought. The very people who swore an oath of office are the same people who violate that oath and when confronted they use the position to intimidate, threaten, manipulate, and incarcerate. If we were to follow the money, ego, arrogance, and criminal activity used by the same legal system that is charged to protect the people I submit that the legal system would have to incarcerate itself. The thought that I went to another part of the world to fight a war to keep this very system functioning makes me feel complicit and even that I condone such illegal activity. I make this monetary offer to the State of Wisconsin. ( I will give you $100,000 cash to release Dale Basten from prison and send him home to his family.
    The money will be cash, you folks name the place, date, and time. I’ll be there with the money.

    1. Joan Treppa Post author

      Unbelievable generosity! I know you John, and I know you’d do both because of your commitment to true justice! Your call to action is rare indeed.

      But I don’t believe the State of WI deserves a penny, of your money especially. I do believe we should turn on the pressure in other ways. It is they who should pay…


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