Maximilian Kolbe in My Cell. By Father Gordon J. MacRae
It was four years after The Wall Street Journal published the first of many articles exposing prosecutorial corruption in the case that sent me to life in prison in 1994.
Judge Arthur Brennan, now retired in New Hampshire, might not agree that he imprisoned me to a “life” sentence, but I was 41 years old when he imposed a 67-year prison sentence on me citing “clear and convincing evidence.”
The “evidence” he cited did not exist, has never existed, and has been exposed as the result of a police officer’s corruption which some entities are working very hard to cover up. I am now 70, and will be 108 when my sentence is over.
Even now there is a suggestion that I could see freedom if I just admit guilt.
In my first 12 years in prison from 1994 to 2006, I existed in a sort of mental and spiritual paralysis. Then two things happened in 2006 that altered the course, not only of my life, but of my soul. First, St. Maximilian arrived on my cell mirror.
Then, as though on cue, Pornchai Moontri also arrived in my cell. The first thing he ever said to me was in the form of a question. Pointing to the photo on my mirror he asked, “Is this you?”
I could best answer that question today by revisiting the first three posts I wrote for this blog in August, 2009. Don’t worry. I was a lot less long-winded back then. Each of these three earliest posts was but a page or two. Fourteen years later, they hold up well against the test of time, so bear with me please.
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