(For the last 16 months, I have been posting on this blog reviews of I Am Troy Davis from those most qualified to respond to the book–incarcerated men and women, many of them on death row. Here is a response to the book I received from a prisoner on Texas’s infamous death row.)
“I Am Troy Davis” is a rosebush replete with thorns. Reading it will leave your heart aching and tender; your spirit fragrant and fierce.
Against the backdrop of a black boy’s 22-year odyssey from his mother’s home in Savannah to Georgia’s notorious death house, Jen Marlowe peels back the gritty layers of injustice while revealing the fighting power of a praying family.
Like Ida B. Wells’ anti-lynching campaign of the 1930s, like the sit-ins of the Civil Rights Movement, like the shouts of “I Can’t Breathe” and “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot,” ‘I Am Troy Davis’ is a catalyst for change. It shames us, and it propels us to question our level of civility as a country.
Innocent man on death row