Words of comfort following the loss of Maurice Carter
October 25, 2004---the day my brother Maurice Carter died. He was only 60 years of age and had spent nearly half of his life in prison for a crime he did not commit. Our decade-long battle against the system was over. Maurice, having been finally released for medical reasons, survived in freedom for only three months. I was numb. Then the personal messages started arriving. I share a sampling of meaningful notes that buoyed me during that time of sadness. From that wonderful Pam Cytrynbaum, then with Medill Innocence Project, one of the moving forces in our fight for justice: Oh God. Oh God. Here’s the hug I can offer. It comes in the words of Sister Helen Prejean, a friend of us all, and, magically, a friend to me while I was in New Orleans covering death penalty cases for the local newspaper. I was covering the grotesque trial of an innocent man, Vernon Williams. The night after he was (inevitably) convicted, I sobbed to Sister Helen. “What can I do? I fai...