Green Mile,Myne Whitman,Typography,Today

I watched the movie Green Mile a few moments before sunrise today. A man, John Coffey, (acted by Michael Clarke Duncan) was convicted of raping 2 girls. He was sentenced to death by the electric chair. While waiting for his sentence he demonstrates miraculous abilities healing the warden’s wife who suffered a brain tumor, he also resurrects a mouse.

All indications proved that he raped the 2 young girls and killed them. How could he prove otherwise anyway when he had the intelligence of a toddler and he was BLACK. Just before he was executed, he performed a series of miracles and then somehow he made the executioner see a vision of the real murder scene. The rape happened to have been committed by one of the prisoners who was killed accidentally by another police officer. NO PROOF.

The next day was his sentence, the police officers knew the truth but could not defend him. The executioner later asked that he run away but he declines.
While giving the command to execute him, the executioner burst into tears(and the tears brewed in my eyes too,yea).
The parents of the kids spat in his face while the instructions were given for the execution. It was a dramatic scene. Eventually he was killed.

It’s so interesting to know a lot of people have stories untold, people blamed for sins they never committed. It’s sad to know that these things happen everyday.
Seconds before John was executed, he was asked to give his last words. His words:
“I am sorry for who I am”.

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I am a word fetish. I don’t know how I became like this or why but I could stare so hard into a l.e.t.t.e.r. or just the sound ((((((((((( of a word or sentence…no wonder i love poetry, especially spoken word poetry.

Here is a poem I wrote and made in our image from a framework i saw:

sometimes words
will fail
as powerful
as they are;