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Welcome to my blog. For those of you who do not know, I, Michael Szafranski, was recently released from the Federal Prison Camp in Miami, Florida where I spent 11 months. It took six years from the time that I knew I was under investigation to the day I reported to prison. In many ways those six years were worse than the 11 months I actually sat. This blog is going to deal with many of the issues facing people like myself who are just trying to navigate the legal system when they find out they are in trouble and are thrown into the crazy world that is our criminal justice system. My case was kind of high profile so I dealt with it all. I am sharing what I learned so that others will be a little more prepared as to how to deal with various situations and to hopefully shed a little bit of light on what really goes on in the system. Please email me with any questions and if you would like to utilize my consulting services. Appreciate any comments and critiques! Follow along as I publish my book at https://www.wattpad.com/user/whitecollarguru. Email me at mike@whitecollarguru.com with any questions.

Friday, September 28, 2018


Like many Americans I watched the Kavanaugh hearings yesterday. And as I sat that I could not help but wonder how we got here. How is it that so many senators and ordinary citizens are so quick to pass judgement on a man who they do know even know? If the senators and many people in this country are opposed to his nomination on ideological grounds, does that give them the right to assume that he is therefore guilty of a crime committed over 30 years ago?  Finally, why was Kavanaugh so bothered by these accusations if he knows them to be untrue? Why the anger? 

As I mentioned in an entry over 18 months ago http://www.whitecollarguru.com/2017/01/innocent-until-proven-guilty-or-guilty.html and well before President Trump brought it up earlier this week, I lament that the idea that we are innocent until proven guilty is, for all practical purposes, nothing more than a myth. Once someone has been indicted and that indictment is covered in the press, in the eyes of many, he is already guilty. From there it becomes very difficult to get a fair trial even if the defendant is innocent. The onus is on the defendant to prove his innocence instead of on the government to prove guilt. This creates a completely backwards system of justice where people are always quick to believe allegations whether they can be corroborated or not. For those who already decided that Kavanaugh was unfit for the Supreme Court this was yet another excuse (not a reason) to protest his nomination. 

As to the outrage by Kavanaugh, I can empathize. I have two daughters, one of whom is 15. As a father, nothing scares me more than an episode such as what happened to Kavanaugh’s accuser, Dr. Ford. I am sure every father shares the same fears, so I am not going to attempt to white wash the cultural epidemic that has victimized women for all too long. Thankfully, many of these perpetrators have been exposed and brought to justice. Finally, albeit belatedly, there is a cultural revolution where women are saying that they are not going to take it anymore! And it is about time!

At the same time, I have been on the receiving end of baseless accusations. While I have never been accused by women of inappropriate behavior, it was alleged in a deposition that I engaged is some repulsive actions that, if true would have changed even my closest friends' views of me and destroyed my marriage. The fact is they were not true and no one who knows me believed them to be true. Nevertheless, I attempted to have the release of these transcripts blocked by the courts. When I called my lawyers to proceed with this action they asked me why I cared. They told me that I am being accused of being part of a fraud involving the loss of a billion dollars and this is nothing compared to that!

So why did I instruct them to do so? There are two types of allegations. There are the types that can be proven or disproven and there are the types that are difficult to refute. As far as the allegations regarding my complicity went, I was prepared than as I am today to prove that the accusations as it related to my alleged criminal activity were without any merit. I had correspondence that supported my position and my actions at the time clearly demonstrated that I was not a co-conspirator. On the contrary, there was ample evidence to support the notion that I was misled and lied to more than any person involved in the case. 

Sexual allegations, however, are an entirely different matter. It is very difficult to prove a negative. Just as there was no way to substantiate the baseless accusations when it came to my morality, there was no way to disprove these accusations. These types of accusations amounted to an attack on my family, my marriage and my morality. I knew that one day my daughters would grow up and would read all of these disgusting things about their father. I had to fight back. I was not going to allow this to go unanswered even if it meant there was only a small outside chance that the release of these transcripts could be blocked.

So, I understand Judge Kavanaugh's outrage. I understand what it means to have your morality attacked. I understand what it means to endure an attack on the very foundation of your marriage. I understand what it means to have a daughter who will one day have to read things about her father that cannot be corroborated nor disproven. I understand what it means to be accused of something impossible to defend against. So, while I am unsure what to make of Dr. Ford's accusations, I am sure of what to make of Kavanaugh's response. It is the response of someone under attack for actions he never committed. In short, #imwithhim.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Time To Go Home!

Two years ago today I left the Federal Prison Camp in Miami. On one hand it feels like yesterday and on the other hand it seems like my incarceration was a lifetime ago. Now, I had originally planned to head down there today and take a video on location, but my luck they would mistake me for an escapee and I would get stuck there until they realized that I did not belong. No thank you.

The day I was taken off to prison, my lawyer told my family that I would leave prison in the best shape of my life. And he was right. I entered prison at my absolute highest weight and left there having lost close to 25 pounds. My exit weight was 155 lb. Even more impressive, I left prison able to bench press greater than my body weight. By the time I left, I was running 10 miles a day and working out for an hour on top of that. In other words, prison amounted to a federally funded get in shape regiment. Many people go to fat camp to lose weight and pay thousands of dollars per week. I, on the other hand had Uncle Sam pay for my program. I am not alone in this. For many people, prison amounts to more time of freedom. How is this possible you ask? Well there are those who get sentenced to even up yo five years. The enter prison overweight, diabetic and with high blood pressure as a result of their obesity. In short, they are on the way to an early death. However, once they are in prison, at some point they realize that they might as well use that time to better themselves. By the time the leave, they may have added 10 years to their lives because many of their health problems will have dissipated with the the new healthy lifestyle. Again thank you Uncle Sam.

So what is it like to leave prison? Well it is actually kind of surreal. As a prisoner gets ready to leave the vultures start circling. While in prison, I bought shorts, sweatpants, t-shirts, boxers, and sweatshirts. Obviously, aside from what I was going to wear when I left, I was not going to bring home an oversupply of grey clothing. Suddenly everybody wants your old clothing. They even want your socks and underwear! Now there are those who oddly enough try to sell these items as they leave. But I just gave everything away. Even my underwear.

Obviously, unless you are a hermit, you will have made friends there. It is kind of hard to say goodbye, not because you will miss anything but because many of the friends still have plenty of time left before they go home. At the same time there is a strange camaraderie that develops between prisoners. For the most part everyone is happy for the guy that gets to go home and be with his family.

You would not think it but the actual process of "checking out" is a long drawn out process. It can take over two hours. One would think that all of the paperwork is ready when you are ready to leave, but this is not the Hilton or even Motel 6 for that matter. It is almost as if, no one even realized you were leaving that day. I had thought I would be walking out at 830 or so. In the end I walked out at close to 11!

Keep in mind that for most people when they are released, they do not go home. Usually, they are transitioned to a half way house where they can go to work every day and go home for the weekends. This is exactly what happened  to me. Technically, upon release a prisoner is still in prison while at the halfway house. It is a way to transition prisoners back into everyday life. For me this meant that while my actual sentence was 17 months or so, I got to spend the last six and a half in a halfway house or under home confinement. So while the intent of the halfway house is to ease the transition for many people, especially those of us with white collar offenses, it is a way to lessen the time in the actual prison. Incidentally, the last 10% of a sentence is spent at home.

Finally, when I was released, I saw my wife and kids waiting in the car. Now even though I had just seen them two days earlier when they came to visit, this was different. It was as if I had been gone a lifetime and was seeing everyone for the first time in ages. There is something about the conclusion of a sentence that cannot be described. The idea that a difficult period is finally over is akin to being born anew. So while the rebuilding process is daunting for anyone who leaves prison, the very chance to rebuild is in and of itself a reason to celebrate.

As I sit here two years later I wonder if it is good that I went to prison. Depending on the day my wife will either tell you it was the best 11 months or the worst 11 months of her life. Am I stronger for having gone? Yes. Am I a better person? I think so. Do I appreciate the things that I used to take for granted? Absolutely. Did I deserve to go to prison. Well that is a topic for another day. As a punishment, I don't think it was relevant and there are cheaper better, less disruptive ways that they could have punished me when the feds decided that I committed a crime. However, as challenges in life go, there are certainly greater ones than having to spend 10 months in a prison camp. Given the challenges I have seen people endure be it health, or any other of the thousands of stressors that we inevitably face I think short prison time in a camp is among the easier to endure. Plus you come out better looking at the end!

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