One thing about my job: It tends to help you keep some perspective about your own problems.
It was eight years ago today that police in Prentiss, Mississippi broke into Cory Maye’s home on a drug warrant, putting him in the unimaginable position of having to determine if the armed men who had just kicked open his door were police or criminal intruders there to harm him and his young daughter. He’s been in prison ever since, separated from his kids and the rest of his family. He has spent about half that time on Death Row. It was also eight years ago that the family of Ron Jones needlessly lost a son and brother. Mississippi authorities put an innocent man in prison for life, let the actual target of the drug raid that night go free, and shattered two families.
Anyone think it’s the least bit more difficult to get high in Prentiss today than it was then?
There’s a flicker of light in this story, now. Maybe this time next year I’ll be able to post a photo or two of Cory and his kids enjoying their first Christmas together in nearly a decade.