Letters to a Future Death Row Inmate, Part 24

Allow me to welcome you to the insane asylum formally known as Florida’s death row, a place where abnormal behavior is the norm twenty-four hours a day, everyday for the rest of your life. The irony of that is you won’t remain paranoid, as you will eventually come to terms with the fact that society really is trying to kill you. Hey – how insane is that? Alright, let me tell you how insane it is so you might begin to adjust quicker.

Everyone on death row has been judged unredeemable with nobody being special, not even the innocent, and I should know. But I’ll try not to digress on and turn your welcome into a diatribe about my situation.  You already have enough problems of your own to deal with, having found yourself in this nightmare where finding redemption is a mockery.  Your God might set you free but remember society holds the keys and the majority are apathetic to you, as they inadvertently accept that slogan of “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” Ah, you’ll learn soon enough as you go through the legal process, where the judges and attorneys claim the power of God, as it is their 51 million dollar a year industry here in the state of Florida and they have no intention of ending their profiteering off of death’s misery.  Yo, I’m not going to sugarcoat things, as you’ll soon learn the meaning of false hope.  When the attorneys begin selling their wares in the form of appeasement to you, your family, and anyone else close to you, who will say anything they believe will help prevent you from being executed.  As the attorney’s seek to dictate your fate through selling what is and isn’t in your best interest.

Alright, I don’t know your story and really don’t give a damn. I have enough problems of my own.  I’m sure you will find your way as others here offer you their insightful influence.  I wish you the best as you go through the gamut of emotional shock treatments of this hellhole.  Maybe we will meet again, but my death warrant can be signed at any time and after surviving for nearly three decades within this insane asylum shouting to anyone and everyone, “I am innocent!” don’t expect me to make any more sense out of this insanity than what I just shared with you. Keep it real and we’ll talk….