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 When a famous person is involved, we might pay attention: 

Anthony Broadwater and Alice Sebald

Washington Post – Anthony Broadwater exonerated – December 2, 2021

“Justice arrived like a meteor, originating from an unlikely source: Timothy Mucciante, who nursed grave doubts about the veracity of Sebold’s story when he was the executive producer of the film version of “Lucky.” He suspected that the man called “Gregory Madison” in the book might not be the actual perpetrator, and in late June hired private investigator Dan Myers to look into the matter. “After a conversation of over an hour with Anthony Broadwater, I knew this guy was innocent,” says Myers, a 20-year police veteran. 


Five months later, on Nov. 22, four decades after Broadwater’s misfortune began, the conviction was vacated in a courtroom where the judge and prosecutor agreed that the case was profoundly flawed.  “It was professionally sickening,” Onondaga County District Attorney William Fitzpatrick says days later of how the original case was handled. “This was not Alabama in 1950. This was Syracuse, New York, in 1982.” 


“It makes you wonder how many other Anthonys are out there — and we know they’re out there.” 

 

Troy Anthony Davis 

October 9, 1968 – September 21, 2011 

42 year old Drill Technician, INNOCENT on death row 

Coach in Police Athletic League, EXECUTED by the State, Savannah, Georgia 


....included in the Memorial Mural....


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