The three witnesses at the scene on the crime said they saw two white males, there's no way I could be mistaken for a white. But for some reason the District Attorney chose to prosecute me for this awful crime. Being without money, I had to accept an attorney that was appointed to me by the same District Attorney's office! How could I stand a chance? I always though truth would eventually prevail, the theory that you are innocent until proven guilty, well, that's what we were taught to believe here in America, the greatest democracy on earth.

The truth is however, that if you don't have money to obtain the best lawyer then your chances are slim to none.

The appeal procedure is a meaningless facade when your appointed lawyer does not even notify you or reply to your letters. Life in death row is tough. There are over 400 men, without hope, waiting to die. The thought of being killed terrorizes me, but I know this awaits me. My feelings are so bottled up I don't know what to do anymore.

I don't want to die like this for something I didn't done. I want to live, have a family, take a simple walk in the fresh air, things like that. Jesus told the parable of the persistent widow who would not leave the judge alone until justice was done.

I'm asking to be that widow for me.

I have no family to turn to. I only have my faith and hopes. Faith is what gets me through each day here!

My hope is that the truth will win in the end.

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