The Sun Does Shine, by Anthony Ray Hinton and Lara Love, is a story about 
	the impact of institutionalized racism and classism in the criminal justice 
	system. Anthony Ray Hinton, "Ray" to his friends, grew up in Praco, Alabama, 
	during the 1960s and 1970s when Birmingham earned the nickname "Bombingham" 
	and black families hid in their bathtubs fearful a bomb would be thrown 
	through their windows. Though Ray could have played baseball in college, 
	without a scholarship it was not an option any more than leaving his mama 
	alone. After high school he worked in the Praco shale mine for five years 
	before it closed. After Ray’s first trouble with the law, which involved a 
	stolen car and 18 months in prison, he vowed never to "step a foot wrong 
	again".
	A few years later, while Ray worked the nightshift at Bruno’s warehouse 
	two restaurant managers were robbed and killed. Despite having a solid alibi 
	of working in a locked compound, Ray is arrested and charged with capital 
	murder. Police detectives seized a pistol from his mother’s house and claim 
	it is the murder weapon. Ray is ultimately convicted of the murders and 
	sentenced to death without any evidence connecting him to the crimes.
	Alabama’s death row is hell on earth and Ray struggles with the rage and 
	anger of being an innocent man sentenced to death. For three years he speaks 
	only to his mother and friends at visits, maintaining complete silence on 
	death row. He discovers, by listening to other prisoners talk, that Alabama 
	death row defendants do not receive state-funded legal representation beyond 
	an initial appeal. After that defendants must provide their own counsel, 
	which most cannot because they are indigent. Ray’s first lesson in the 
	criminal justice system is that capital punishment means those without 
	capital get punished. Equal justice in America costs money.
	Fortunately Ray and the other son death row have Bryan Stevenson, founded 
	of the Equal Justice Initiative (EJI), who knows which prisoner needs legal 
	representation and where they are in the appellate process. Ray is assigned 
	an attorney, thus beginning the long battle of his capital appeals. It is 
	not until Bryan Stevenson himself represents Ray that he feels a true sense 
	of hope. However, proving one’s innocence is not easy when you are presumed 
	guilty and sentenced to death. Sometimes it takes decades; some innocents 
	are executed before they can prove their case.
	Along the marathon journey to save his life and win freedom Ray concludes 
	despair and hatred, like hope, faith, love and compassion, are choices. He 
	chooses compassion, breaking his silence to comfort a man whose mother died, 
	sharing brief moments of laughter with others on death row, and even 
	initiating a book club to give guys something more to read than a Bible. The 
	State could steal his freedom and even kill him, but they could not take 
	away his humanity or sense of humor. Ray befriends a number of people on 
	death row, most notably Henry Hays, the first white man Alabama sentenced to 
	death for lynching a young black man. Ray believed, " . . when you try to 
	survive moment to moment, there wasn’t the luxury of judgment" (p. 152). 
	They were all human beings facing death and, despite their pasts, are more 
	than the worst things they have ever done.
	Bryan Stevenson submits a "Writ of Cert" to the US Supreme Court in a 
	last ditch effort to prove Ray’s innocence and it works, they unanimously 
	rule to overturn his sentence and conviction. After doing so the State drops 
	all charges and releases Ray. Finally, freed from the darkness of death row, 
	the sun does shine for Anthony Ray Hinton.
	As someone who has lived on North Carolina’s death row for the last 
	twenty years I thought The Sun Does Shine an accurate, well written account 
	of the mental torment inherent in a death sentence. Reading this book was 
	difficult because every execution reminded me of the thirty-three I have 
	experienced while on death row. Many of my friends are no longer here. 
	Normally, you might think that, when relating to another’s experience it 
	would be comforting to know you are not alone.
			
			
	
			
			
			
	"We banged on our bars for Henry Hays. Black. White. It didn’t matter. I 
	knew he was scared. I knew he was alone. I knew that he was afraid that hell 
	waited on the other side of death row because of what he had done . . .I 
	screamed so Henry would know that he meant something . . I yelled for Henry 
	so he would hear me and so he would know that he didn’t have to meet his 
	maker alone . . ." (p. 162-163).
			
			
	
			
			
			
	For the condemned who walk or are dragged to their death it may help to 
	know they are not alone, if only briefly. For those of us who await our turn 
	that "shared-fate-comfort" wears thin after so many years. Ray’s primal 
	scream had more to do with his desire to be recognized as a human being, 
	though his intent may have been altruistic.
	This scene made me angry because capital punishment is such an arbitrary 
	and cruel mechanism of the criminal justice system, one that is a 
	legislative act in most states. If average citizens could vote on the death 
	penalty and know the full scope of torment involved, they would vote to 
	abolish.
	It was hard to separate Ray’s feelings and experiences from my own. The 
	injustice done to him made my eyes burn. Innocence, the US Supreme Court has 
	ruled, is not an appealable issue, yet prosecutors consistently pursue death 
	against innocent people. There was never any evidence Ray committed a crime 
	so law enforcement fabricated what they needed to gain a conviction. As one 
	detective told Ray:
			
			
	
			
			
			
	"You know, I don’t care whether you did or didn’t do it. In fact, I 
	believe you didn’t do it. But it doesn’t matter. If you didn’t do it, one of 
	your brothers did . . .I can give you five reasons why they are going to 
	convict you . . you’re black . . a white man gonna say you shot him . . . 
	you gonna have a white district attorney . . .you gonna have a white judge. 
	And . . . you’re gonna have an all-white jury . . .You know what that 
	spell?" (p. 52).
			
			
	
			
			
			
	Antony Ray Hinton’s case is not an anomaly. Criminal convictions are 
	rarely about the truth, comprised of assumptions, stereotypes, prejudice and 
	punishment of the first person who puts up the least amount of resistance to 
	a charge. The "facts" matter insofar as they align with a prosecutor’s 
	theory, anything that does not is ignored or suppressed, which includes 
	exculpatory evidence. Like Alabama, North Carolina has prosecuted numerous 
	people who are innocent yet sentenced to death. In 2014 Henry McCollum, who 
	had been on death row for 30 years, was the ninth exoneration in NC, whereas 
	Anthony Ray Hinton became Alabama’s sixth in 2015. Hinton and McCollum are 
	only two of 164 exonerations from death row since the US reinstated capital 
	punishment in 1976. Minorities – black and Hispanic – comprise 45 percent of 
	that figure (https://deathpenaltyinfo.org/innocence-cases).
	
	Some of my discomfort from reading The Sun Does Shine is in the vast 
	differences between our conditions of confinement. Death row prisoners in 
	Alabama are held in 23 hour a day solitary confinement without regular 
	access to books beyond a few allowed by the warden, and a Bible. Their food 
	is meager, interaction limited, and executions are carried out "right down 
	the hall" from their cells. As if that was not bad enough, with the electric 
	chair
			
			
	
			
			
			
	" . . .there was the sound of a generator kicking on and then hissing and 
	popping, and the lights in the hall outside my cell flickered on and off. 
	And then through the night, the smell came. It’s hard to explain what death 
	smells like, but it burned my nose and stung my throat and made my eyes 
	water and stomach turn over" (p. 98)
			
			
	
			
			
			
	North Carolina executions occur in another section of Central Prison, and 
	before the lethal injection a gas chamber was used up until 1998. NC’s death 
	row is not locked down and we interact with one another on the block, on the 
	rec yard where there is grass and a cracked concrete basketball court, and 
	in the chow hall where we eat together. Executions have been on hold since 
	2006, whereas Alabama has continued to kill people. We have regular access 
	to books and magazines and do not have to rely on coping mechanisms like 
	"day tripping" to escape the inhumanity of long-term solitary confinement. 
	("Escape from Death Row: A study of ‘Tripping’ as an individual adjustment 
	strategy among death row prisoners" 
	
	http://scholars.unh.edu/unh_lr/Vol.6/iss3/10) 
	I hesitate to characterize my life on death row as "humane", but it is at 
	least less horrifying than Alabama’s death row. Our fight for survival, the 
	struggle to prove our worth as people is the same. We too are "haunted by a 
	past we cannot go back and change"(p. 95). I recognize everything is a 
	choice and "spending your days waiting to die is no way to live" (p. 118). 
	How we arrive at that point and what we do once there is one way diversity 
	manifests itself on death row.
	I agree people should be held accountable for their crimes, that 
	punishing those who are actually guilty of hurting and victimizing others is 
	necessary for public safety. However, doing so should not preclude equality, 
	justice and a path to redemption. The death penalty, in addition to denying 
	human dignity, cannot be applied fairly or humanely. The medicalization of 
	capital punishment through legal injections continues to violate the 8th 
	Amendment’s prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment. The criminal 
	justice system punishes by race and socioeconomic status, striking at the 
	heart of diversity while creating an underclass of citizens. The death 
	penalty and cases like Anthony Ray Hinton’s demonstrate the many failings of 
	a legal system devoid of judicial and prosecutorial accountability.
	There might seem to be little I can do from death row. Reason dictates 
	that, regardless of the facts, society has judged and cast me out. After 
	all, capital punishment is the greatest indictment of and assault on one’s 
	humanity there can be. Except, that would only be true if every prosecution 
	was accurate and absent of misconduct, defendants received legal 
	representation equal to the effort put forward by the State to gain a 
	conviction, and individual legislators acknowledged their role in the mass 
	incarceration of American citizens. What I can do is challenge the narrative 
	told about people on death row, to make the public aware we are living, 
	thinking, feeling human beings who represent more than a crime to be 
	punished.
	Death row is a place, not necessarily a state of mind, and as long as I 
	am able to write I can bridge the divide between the community and the 
	people it would rather forget. People like Anthony Ray Hinton. Everyone is 
	prison is not innocent, but each person should receive human treatment and a 
	chance to prove they are more than their worst mistakes. Some of the 
	specific ways I am doing this is by pursuing a bachelor of specialized 
	studies degree in criminal justice administration and combining that 
	knowledge with my experiences to push for prison reform. I periodically 
	publish articles in Scalawag Magazine, which covers southern social justice 
	issues; The Marshall Project, an online source of criminal justice news; and 
	the J Journal, a quarterly publication by the John Jay College of Criminal 
	Justice. I am also a board member of Lifelines.is , an online audio journal 
	of creative expressions from death row.
	At the end of The Sun Does Shine is an "Afterward" that asks readers to 
	look at the list of names for everyone on death row in the US as of March 
	2017.
			
			
	
			
			
			
	"Read the names out loud. After every tenth name, say, ‘Innocent’. Add 
	your son or your daughter’s name to the list. Or your brother or your mother 
	or your father’s name to the list. Add my name to the list. Add your own. 
	The death penalty is broken, and you are either part of the death squad or 
	you are banging on the bars. Choose." (p. 244)
			
			
	
			
			
			
	My name is on that list. I choose to bang on the bars with every essay I 
	write, each time I speak to a university class or church group over the 
	phone, and with every opportunity to be more than my worst mistakes. I bang 
	on the bars for all those who cannot, to let the public know we have value, 
	and to remind the state we are human beings.
	About the author:
	Lyle May is an inmate on North Carolina’s death row. If you would like to 
	write him a response to this article:
	Lyle May 
	0580028 
	4285 Mail Service 
	Center
	Raleigh, NC 
	27699-4285
			
			
			
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