I witnessed men being driven out of their minds, and some even attempting suicide as a better alternative. Over time, I began to understand that death row is designed to break a man’s will to live, and I started witnessing it all around me.
These men had been cut off from the outside world, and now they were all facing execution. I knew that if I gave in, I too would become a product of an environment that wanted to destroy the very essence of my being.
I had no idea I was about to spend the next 18 1/2 years behind bars, including 12 years on death row, trying to prove my innocence.
My innocence is the very thing I relied on after my arrest.
Supporters of the death penalty believe when someone takes a life, the balance of justice is disturbed and that the only way to restore the justice is by executing ...
On August 17, 1992, I was 26 years old, a son to my mother, a father to three sons, a brother to four siblings, and a friend to many in my small Texas community. And if anyone back then had to describe me, they would probably say I always had a smile on my face.
But largely because of the poor environment from which most of us had come, we were all meeting the same fate. My own family started coming to visit, and Mama would bring my three boys to see me.
They eventually grew into young men right before my eyes, albeit from the harsh distance of prison captivity.
I also witnessed how judges seem to give wide leeway to prosecutors, instead of heeding the actual facts.
All of these things eventually led to my wrongful conviction.