His name is Troy Anthony Davis and he is a Black man from Savannah Georgia on death row.

But don’t go by his name, the color of his skin, or the fact that he has been on death row for close to 20 years.

Because this is a story of what can possibly happen to you and me if we were to end up in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Add a screwed up legal system, and a dash of racism, and it could be a life in a maximum security prison, with years of no redemption.

Yes, don’t go by his name and the color of the skin. Read this story also because it could be that one time, your activism may be the difference between life and death.

Living the American Dream

She is 18 months older than him, but Martina Correia says her brother Troy and she can complete each other’s sentences. Before their life began to unravel in 1989, the Davis family lived their American dream. “My father, after he left the Military, was the Chatham County Sheriff’s Deputy. We had a brand new house, with two cars, a boat, our picket fence and dogs. We lived in a community full of middle class black people, played ball for the Police Athletic league. Troy became a junior coach. I was the tomboy but Troy was a mama’s boy. Very close to my mother, very protective of our family.

We were taught to be respectful to everyone and taught that you don’t lie, you don’t cheat and if you do something wrong, you own up.

When my sister was about 13 she suddenly became paralyzed from the neck down. Just like that..the doctors said she will never walk again. She stayed in the hospital for two years. I was in the Military, and Troy was the oldest child home. So when my sister got out of the hospital, my mother withdrew Troy from regular High School. He went to High School at night and graduated with Honors. During the day he would work and take care of my sister.

He bathed her, did her hair, catheterized her, took her to physical therapy and all her doctor’s appointments. When she came home they wanted to give her an electric wheel chair. But Troy said she will walk. We got a manual wheel chair and he would take her out and tell her that if she wanted to get back to the house she will have to walk. When she graduated High School she walked across the stage with a walker because of Troy.

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