In February of last year, I got an email from a woman in Mississippi. She wrote that there was a man there named Curtis Flowers, who had been tried six times for the same crime. “The evidence is iffy, at best,” she wrote. “The man didn’t have a chance.” Curtis Giovanni Flowers murdered those four people. There’s no doubt in my mind. And I think he needs to fry in hell, where he’s going. If he was executed, would you go watch? You’re damn right, I’d go watch. I would stick the needle in him. Ten minutes after happened, they zeroed in on Curtis and never looked nowhere else. I mean, it’s hard to trust this investigation. It’s hard to trust the people who ran it, and it’s hard to trust the prosecution trying this case. Hey, where are the facts? Where’s the proof? Mississippi, Mississippi. You know, we all know what goes on in Mississippi. Once we get you in the courtroom, you’re ours. If you’re black, we got you. They’ll keep going on until they get inside your head, to make you think that he really had something to do with it. Did I lead you to say anything? No. Was your statement free and voluntary? Yes. If you try a man six times for the same crime … … then something is wrong about the entire system. So are you confident that you have the right person — that Curtis Flowers is guilty? That, I will answer, definitely. No question at all.