Help Alexander Morales Fight for Justice

Hello! My name is Alexander Morales, and I never imagined I’d be in this position—writing this, asking for help, and facing the possibility of spending the next 16 years away from my children, my family, and the life I’ve worked so hard to build.

On December 16, 2023, my entire world changed.

That Saturday afternoon, I was simply driving home from work—a shift I had picked up on what was supposed to be my day off. As I exited the highway onto Charleston Boulevard, another driver suddenly swerved into my lane without warning. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid crashing. I honked my horn to alert them, and for a moment, they seemed to correct themselves—but then the situation quickly escalated.

The driver began driving aggressively, swerving between lanes, and then pulled up next to me, yelling through his window and accusing me of cutting him off. He and his passenger—his wife—flipped me off, cursed at me, and began verbally threatening me. He shouted that he was going to “beat the shit” out of me, and it became clear that this wasn’t just road rage—it was turning into something dangerous.

I was scared. Genuinely scared. We were coming up to a red light, and I feared they were about to get out of their car and physically attack me. I was alone. In a moment of panic, I briefly showed that I had a legal weapon in my vehicle. I never pointed it. I never made a threat. It was visible for only a few seconds—just to signal that I wanted to be left alone and that I was not defenseless.

Instead of backing off, they got behind me and began following me for miles. I could see them on the phone, and I was terrified they were calling people to come after me—or worse, following me home. They never stopped. They never pulled over. They even drove past the police station without stopping.

Eventually, I was pulled over at gunpoint. The couple had called the police and told them I had pointed a gun at them and their children, and that they feared for their lives.

None of that is true.

Now, I’m facing charges that could send me to prison for 16 years—because I tried to protect myself in a moment of fear.

Since that day, I’ve lost my home. I’ve lost my car. I lost my job. My current job is hanging by a thread. I’ve spent everything I have trying to defend myself legally. I’ve hired attorneys who took my money and made no progress. I’m drowning in legal debt, and the clock is ticking. Worst of all, I’ve lost precious time with my children, and now they risk losing their father for more than a decade—all because of someone else’s lies.

I’m asking for your help so I can afford a qualified, experienced attorney who will fight for the truth and make sure my side is finally heard. Someone who can represent me properly and help me avoid being wrongfully imprisoned for something I didn’t do.

Anything you can give—no matter how small—would mean the world to me and my children. Even just sharing this can make a difference.

Thank you for reading my story, for caring, and for standing with me during the hardest time of my life.

With gratitude,

Alexander