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 Do you remember Troy Davis?

Rallies in his support were held all over the world from 2008 – 2011. Amnesty International published a report about Davis's case characterizing it as a miscarriage of justice and a "catastrophic flaw in the U.S. death penalty machine." Former president (and Georgia governor) Jimmy Carter released a public letter in which he stated "Executing Troy Davis without a real examination of potentially exonerating evidence risks taking the life of an innocent man and would be a grave miscarriage of justice." Reverend Al Sharpton also called for clemency after he met and prayed with Davis on death row.

In his final words, Davis maintained his innocence, saying:

"Well, first of all I'd like to address the MacPhail family. I'd like to let you all know, despite the situation – I know all of you are still convinced that I'm the person that killed your father, your son and your brother, but I am innocent. The incident that happened that night was not my fault. I did not have a gun that night. I did not shoot your family member. But I am so sorry for your loss. I really am – sincerely. All I can ask is that each of you look deeper into this case, so that you really will finally see the truth. I ask my family and friends that you all continue to pray, that you all continue to forgive. Continue to fight this fight. For those about to take my life, may God have mercy on all of your souls. God bless you all."

Troy Anthony Davis   

October 9, 1968 – September 21, 2011, 42 year old Drill Technician,  Coach in Police Athletic League,

INNOCENT on death row, EXECUTED by the State, Savannah, Georgia

Comments

Alex K said…
I began crying when, I read Troy Davis's final words. I can't imagine having that depth of soul and being that in your final moments knowing you have been wrongfully blamed and convicted and about to be killed you express and experience compassion for those who have treated you in this way.
August 10, 2021 at 5:48 PM
Karina said…
Yes, it is unimaginable. So much human dignity. It is literally awesome, and should humble all of us. Troy Davis was 20 years and more on death row in solitary confinement. I remember crying that night when they executed him, the immense injustice was chilling, crushing and hurt. And Darius drummed that night... Never mind that the death penalty in general is barbaric and a crime in itself. Its abolishment is overdue.
August 10, 2021 at 10:32 PM
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