Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Saturday, June 25, 2022
My First Parole Hearing: State of Tennessee v. [Uncle] John Paul Sexton
I hadn't been licensed long at all when my grandmother called and asked me to represent my uncle, her fifth born child, in his upcoming parole hearing at Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary in Petros, Tennessee. I prepped my witnesses (my mother and grandmother) and off we went. I knew enough then to quiz my uncle Johnny about his remorse, penitence. He was in prison for murdering Cotton Headrick outside of a beer joint in Roane County some years earlier. I cannot recall how long he had been in prison, but it couldn't havde been any more than about ten years at that time.