"You must know something about it. Twelve men on the jury found you guilty and sent you here."
"Twelve men on the jury can be wrong as hell. Look at the Scottsboro case too."
"If you don't report the truth your soul is lost. I'm afraid for you. Those other boys got prepared. They all ready to meet their Lord."
"If the other boys go to heaven, I go too."
John Thompson, he was the last one to be put in the chair. He marched out just like a man. The next morning I read in the newspaper he would give no last statement. Some of the others said they were going to the glory land. Their souls were prepared to meet God.
The more talk I heard about God the more I kept seeing the freckles on the face of old Judge Callahan.
MY mind got cloudy after that. It was a feary thing after those five guys had their lights put out. Such a thing was too much for a human mind. It was no longer like my first period in death row when time went faster. Now it took fifty hours for a twenty-four- hour day.
I began to lose confidence in God. Three times I was sentenced to die for something I never did. What was the Lord doing about it? Nothing. I saw it so I almost wished I was dead. I felt I should kill myself just to get out of misery. I had such thoughts. I didn't want for the state to get the credit of killing me. I was already treated bad enough without having death in that place.
Many religious groups got in touch with me. But they were for the state of Alabama. They were working for them; did me no good. Religious people came there. They talked to the other guys. I began to turn away from them. I would say, "I got a Bible. I read