The events I experienced from the time of my arrest, until this date have been the most disheartening and painful of my entire life. Nothing could prepare any human being for the attitudes, prejudices, and level of racial hatred I would face, nothing! My fears were exasperated each time a local attorney refused to assist in representing me. This was no longer about right or wrong, guilt or innocence. My case was about satisfying a specific section of the Tuscaloosa community's thirst for my death. I was constantly reminded by inmates, police and attorney's alike, that Tuscaloosa, Alabama is the Ku Klux Klan headquarters for the United States.

Discovering no one would fight for my life with more vigor than myself, I set out to find the evidence needed to prove the truth, I was initially unfamiliar with the judicial process, prompting unstructured legal research. After becoming engulfed and overwhelmed, the fact I needed some form of formal training became apparent.

A program designed to train just two (2) death row inmates as law clerks began. I was one of the two selected. After completing the clerk course, the instructor referred me to an accredited college, which offered additional paralegal courses, which I completed and led to my receiving certification as a paralegal.

I was no longer merely angry and hurt. I was now armed with the tools and knowledge necessary to become a formidable combatant in my plight for justice and Freedom. What I was not prepared for was the realization that most defense attorney's handling death penalty cases were inept.  Doing just enough to give the impression they were doing everything they could, when in fact the justice system encouraged and rewarded mediocre work product.

My own attorney's set out to discourage me from seeing what I knew was the truth. I was constantly reminded that I was no more than a death row inmate, or at best a jailhouse lawyer. Even the Appeal Court Judge encouraged me to blindly follow the law school graduates' lead without question. A suggestion I thankfully rejected, because had I done so, none of the information you have just read on my site would have been ever known to a Living Soul. The "truth" would have remained sealed, just as my death in Holman's death chamber, a fate I refuse to accept as my own.

Any time that the prosecution, police investigator's or Court Clerks alter, change or destroy critical evidence that would prove a man innocent of a capital crime; it brings into question the integrity of the entire court system.

Based on what I believe to be intentional acts of perjury, hidden files, secret video tapes, audio tape confessions to this murder, altered statements, deception and lies of the prosecution and police investigator's, there would not have been a conviction.

I am determined to prove my innocence. With the support of people who believe in justice, as well as those opposed to capital punishment in principle, my family and my friends, I will eventually win this struggle.

For the first time, I now have attorneys who are willing to assist me in proving my innocence, but even with that I still need help. My case is now in Federal Court and this is my one last chance to present the evidence and testimony to prove I am not guilty.

Thank you for reading my site.