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06-13-2016, 07:37 AM
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What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
 Life Inside is an ongoing collaboration between The Marshall Project and VICE that offers first-person perspectives from those who live and work in the criminal justice system. I was supposed to be executed one minute after midnight on February 10, 2004. In the lead up to that day, I was moved to a new cell where prison guards could check in on me every hour to "make sure I was all right." The prison also started sending a psychiatrist—it was clear that they wanted to make sure I was not going to commit suicide. This went on for a few days, and then things slowly started to get more intense. I was awakened in the middle of the night, handcuffed, taken out of the cell, and placed against a wall. One of the guards started taking photos of me and said that these were the last images the world would see of me. One day, I was taken to the lieutenant's office, where she and a prison doctor were waiting. The lieutenant told me to pull the sleeve of one of my arms up, so they could see my veins. I initially resisted, so the lieutenant left and returned with a tourniquet in her hand. She tied it around my arm, and all my veins came to the surface. Then she and the doctor went about their task of documenting the good veins in my right arm. She did the same to my left. About a week after that, I was taken to see another doctor for a check-up. The doctor took my blood pressure. It was high. Throughout my whole ordeal, I kept being asked what I wanted my last meal to be. Someone asked me if I wanted a Tombstone pizza. My friends would come and spend time with me, as would attorneys. They had replaced my appeals lawyer, who damn near got me executed by not using the information we had to argue there'd been evidence-tampering. My lawyers kept coming to see me and updating me on what they were doing to save my life, but I honestly did not believe they could stop the state from putting me to death. I stopped watching my TV or listening to my radio. Instead, I read my favorite book, possibly for the last time: A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn. Because I cut myself off from the media, I didn't initially know about new witnesses who came forward on my behalf with claims potentially proving the state had withheld important evidence. I didn't learn about the people who saw three white men—one with blood on his clothes—on the night of the murders, in a bar not far from the crime scene. Then came February 9, my last day. I had quite a few visitors, including Jesse Jackson, family, friends. Around 11 AM, Jeannie R. Sternberg, then an attorney from the Habeas Corpus Resource Center in San Francisco, came into the visiting room holding the stay of execution. She took the time to explain the whys and hows, and told me the state could appeal the decision to the US Supreme Court.  At 6 PM, we were told visiting was over, and it was. I was taken to the rear of the visiting room and placed inside a cage and told to take off all my clothes. I was strip-searched, given another set of clothes and shoes, and placed in waist chains. Guards formed two lines—I was in the middle—and we marched out of the visiting room search area to the door of the execution waiting room. That's when I realized I'd been passing by this door twice a day for about a week and hadn't even known it was the entrance to the death chamber. When the door opened, we all went inside, and I was told to place my back against the wall. The guards left the room single file. It was now a little past 6:30 PM, and I looked at that large wall clock, knowing that with each passing minute, my life was ticking away. A number of executioners entered the room, one of whom walked right up to me, stood about six inches from my face, and asked me if I was going to cause trouble when they took off the handcuffs. I quietly told him, no, no trouble from me. I was told to slowly take my clothes off and stand in the middle of the room. It was so cold I started to shiver. He then started to examine my body, turning on his flashlight to look inside my mouth. He searched my hair, told me to lift my penis and scrotum, and searched them. I was told to lift my feet one at a time off the floor and wiggle my toes—first the right foot, then the left. I was told to spread my butt cheeks and bend over, which I did, and he shined his flashlight up my rectum. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the strip-search was over. I was given new clothes. I once again looked at that clock, and it was a few minutes after 7 PM. I was placed inside a cage to wait until my execution. My lawyer, Jeannie Sternberg, called me on the prison phone and told me that the state did, in fact, appeal the stay, and as soon as she heard from the Supreme Court, she would call me and let me know. While I waited, my pastor was allowed to come and be in the cage next to mine. Around 8:17 PM, out of nowhere, the telephone rang. The guard in charge of the phone handed it to me, and on the other end was Jeannie, telling me that the Supreme Court unanimously decided to refuse to lift the stay. I gave the phone back to the guard and told the executioners that they were not going to do their jobs that night. Kevin Cooper is a 58-year-old inmate at San Quentin State Prison in San Quentin, California. He was convicted of a quadruple-murder in Chino Hills, Calif. in 1983, and has claimed innocence and petitioned for clemency ever since. According to his lawyer, Norman Hile at Orrick, Herrington & Sutcliffe LLP, all of Cooper's appeals have been denied, and his only remaining avenue is to file a petition for clemency with Governor Jerry Brown. |
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06-13-2016, 10:44 AM
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Re: What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
Only in cases where they're 100% am i for it. Child killers etc. |
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06-14-2016, 07:35 AM
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Re: What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
There's a fine line between innocence and guilt, particularly in the US judicial system where false confession, manipulated evidence and prosecutorial misconduct are the norm. A recent study by the National Academy of Sciences stated that 4% of prisoners on death row would be exonerated - the majority of these death row convictions were based on coerced confessions, which were later discredited as a result of newly discovered evidence. |
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06-17-2016, 03:19 PM
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Re: What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
Trial and 100% conviction= Death! Reasonable doubt re-trial with time in the pen. Child murderers Rapists pedophiles you know the worst of the worst 48 hours then ride the lightning mother fucker!  |
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06-18-2016, 05:08 AM
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Re: What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
From the above article: Because I cut myself off from the media, I didn't initially know about new witnesses who came forward on my behalf with claims potentially proving the state had withheld important evidence. I didn't learn about the people who saw three white men—one with blood on his clothes—on the night of the murders, in a bar not far from the crime scene. From the case: Diana Roper, the estranged wife of a convicted murderer, told police that she believed her estranged husband, Lee Furrow, may have played a part in the crime. On the night of the murder, Furrow left a pair of blood-spattered coverall pants at her house, which she later gave to police as evidence - the coverall's were discarded by the police in a dumpster without forensic testing. Furrow, during a jailhouse confession, revealed to another inmate that he committed the crime as part of a revenge killing, but mistakingly targeted the wrong house. Multiple weapons were used in the murders, including a hatchet which Roper stated was similar to a hatchet which was missing from their garage. The multiple weapons supports the idea that multiple individuals were involved in the murders. On the night of the murders, two witnesses testified that they saw three white males driving a station wagon down the dead-end road away from the house where the murders occurred. The family's station wagon was stolen the night of the murders. Shoeprint's matched to special issue prison shoes which purportedly placed Cooper at the crime scene were discredited by a Warden at Cooper's prison - he stated that the prison which Cooper escaped from did not issue special footwear to inmates and therefore the shoes would not have belonged to Cooper. The police hid this rebuttal. The sample of Cooper's blood which was used to match samples from the crimescene was contaminated with DNA from another donor - this may have occurred as a result of lab error, or direct evidence manipulation. This evidence, including other evidence not included here, is enough to support reasonable doubt. |
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06-20-2016, 05:25 PM
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Re: What It's Like to Almost Get Executed
Agreed. And for the cost of all that, all the appealing etc, he could have served life imprisonment at the fucking Hilton and there'd still have been change for a yacht or two. There are no "for" arguments for the death penalty. |
