Last Words
I’ve been fascinated by prisons for quite a while now. Their whole culture is incredibly strange and frightening to me. What’s doubly fascinating is death row and how people live their lives there knowing that eventually they’re going to be killed for a crime they (most likely) committed. The whole ritual of a last meal and last words is interesting, especially when you’re able to look at what they asked for and what they said. Here is that list for the state of Texas. Some of the last words are sad, some of them are strange, but some of them are incredibly moving.
Please read Napoleon Beazley‘s last words. They touched me deeply.
The act I committed to put me here was not just heinous, it was senseless. But the person that committed that act is no longer here – I am.
I’m not going to struggle physically against any restraints. I’m not going to shout, use profanity or make idle threats. Understand though that I’m not only upset, but I’m saddened by what is happening here tonight. I’m not only saddened, but disappointed that a system that is supposed to protect and uphold what is just and right can be so much like me when I made the same shameful mistake.
