When David Rose visited Columbus, Georgia, to write a story about capital punishment in the United States, it drew him inexorably into a decade-long battle for justice on behalf of Carlton Gary, a black man on death row, convicted 20 years ago of a series of rape/murders of elderly white women committed some eight years earlier. The handsome, womanising Gary, what would now be called ‘a player’, was an unlikely candidate for such killings, and the ‘violation’ of the title is as much his by the criminal justice system as that of the murder victims.
The setting is pure To Kill a Mockingbird. Columbus is a typical small Southern city, its economy dependent on nearby Fort Benning. Its cultured façade is belied by Phenix City, Alabama, just across the Chattahoochee River, a town whose corruption was the subject of a classic 1950s B movie. Columbus moves with slow southern charm, but it moves in very specific ways, ways still very separate for black and white.
It was even more so in 1978, when Gary’s defence was repeatedly denied funding to pay for expert witnesses or investigative travel.
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