Death Row Welcomes You

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In the vein of Waiting for an Echo and Dead Man Walking, a deeply immersive look at justice in America, told through the interwoven lives of condemned prisoners and the men and women who come to visit them . . .

In 2018, after nearly a decade’s hiatus, the state of Tennessee began executing death row inmates, bucking national trends that showed the death penalty in decline. In less than two years, the state put seven men to death, more than any other state but Texas in that time period. It was an execution spree unlike any seen in Tennessee since the 1940s, one only brought to a halt by a global pandemic.   

Award-winning journalist Steven Hale was the leading reporter on these executions, covering them both locally for the Nashville Scene alt-weekly and nationally for The Appeal.

In Death Row Welcomes You, Hale traces the lives of condemned prisoners at the Riverbend Maximum Security Institution—and the people who come to visit them. What brought them—the visitors and convicted murderers alike—to death row?

The visitors are, for the most part, not activists—or at least they did not start out that way. Nor are they the sort of killer-obsessed death row groupies such settings sometimes attract. In fact, in most cases they are average people whose lives, not to mention their views on the death penalty, were turned upside down by a face-to-face meeting with a death row prisoner.

Hale’s access to the people that make up that community afforded him a perspective that no other journalist has been granted, largely because Tennessee’s Department of Correction has all but shut off official media access.

Combining topics that have long fascinated readers—crime, death, and life inside prison—Hale writes with humanity, empathy, and insight earned by befriending death row prisoners . . . and standing witness to their final moments.“A thoughtful, provocative contribution to the literature on the death penalty.” – Kirkus

“An unflinching witness who dares us to see the full humanity of the condemned and interrogate the very premise of the death penalty.” – Sister Helen Prejean

“In a time of true crime and hot takes, Steven Hale is here with riveting portraits of people who use their privilege to care for the least among us. In the community that formed around death row, you catch a glance at a future with less rage and retribution. You see what it takes to understand violence, and how we might build a society with less of it.” – Maurice Chammah, author of Let the Lord Sort Them: The Rise and Fall of the Death Penalty

“Like the finest of journalists, Steven Hale has managed to examine a complex and agonizing subject – capital punishment — and humanize those marked for execution, visiting them for months before their final hour. He lets us in to his own life while illuminating that of men on death row – a prisoner who calls as Hale drives his young children to pre-school is grateful to hear something he never thought he would hear again: the sing-song of children in the background. This is an intimate journey every reader should take to understand what is being done in American prisons in our name.” - Mary Jo McConahay, author of Playing God, American Catholic Bishops and the Far Right

“Death Row Welcomes You is a gutting journey into dark places that most people never see. Deeply researched, Steven Hale’s book weaves together years of immersive reporting into a narrative that stands as a testament to the value of dogged journalists who can document hidden worlds. The stories he tells will haunt you long after you’ve finished reading.” – Keri Blakinger, author of Corrections in Ink

“Death Row Welcomes You discovers how hope and humanity can blossom in the least likely of places: Tennessee’s death row, where capital punishment has become routine, bureaucratized, and unremarkably cruel. Through years of reporting, Steven Hale tells an extraordinary story of people marked by pain, trauma, and inescapable transgression, and what happens when they find friendship and unconditional love. A masterpiece of crime, punishment, and redemption.” – Daniel J. Sharfstein, Dick and Martha Lansden Chair in Law and director of the George Barrett Social Justice Program at Vanderbilt Law School

“Steven Hale’s prose is vivid, engaging, and often witty. More importantly, even as words describe unspeakably grim events, they spill over with a deeply affecting humanity. I’m not at all surprised that Steven would find an unlikely spring of fellowship, compassion, and empathy deep in the bowels of one of our most backward and barbaric institutions. He’s a gifted, dogged, and empathetic journalist, and great journalists find great stories. The gift to readers is that the person most equipped to tell this story is also the person who found it.” - Radley Balko, author of Rise of the Warrior CopSteven Hale is an award-winning writer who worked for ten years as a staff reporter covering criminal justice and politics for the Nashville Scene. He has written extensively about Tennessee’s death row, for which he won an Association of Alternative Newsmedia “Best Reporting” Award in 2020. His work has also appeared at The Appeal, The Daily Beast, and The Washington Post. He is currently a criminal defense investigator in Nashville, Tennessee, where he lives with his wife and two daughters.The first execution I remember being aware of is the lethal injection of Timothy McVeigh. I was thirteen when the Oklahoma City Bomber was put to death at the United States Penitentiary in Terre Haute, Indiana, on June 11, 2001. I cannot claim to have had any precocious thoughts about his crime — blowing up a federal building, killing 168 people including 19 children — or his punishment. I remember the pictures of him that appeared on the television and in the newspaper — his gaunt face and sunken eyes topped with a military-style crew cut, an orange prison uniform hanging on his lean frame. I remember the way his surname’s second syllable sounded menacing to my young ears and that the words “lethal injection” conjured for me the image of a hooded man approaching him with a cartoonishly large needle. I never imagined then that I would witness the strange horror of executions myself or that I would come to know some of the men condemned to them. 

I grew up in a conservative Christian home, on the east coast of Florida, a state with a long history of grisly executions of which it is not particularly ashamed. But if the death penalty ever came up in our house, I don’t remember it. I believe my parents would have told a pollster at the time that they supported capital punishment in certain cases; it was not an animating political or religious issue for them, and so it was not a subject on which I felt I inherited a position. 

They did, however, raise my sister and me in the church, and into a sincere Christian faith. Despite growing up in a community whose politics tended toward the law-and-order Right, I heard far more about the grace of Jesus Christ growing up than I did the state’s duty to repay killing with killing. I suppose this is why, at some point in my teenage years, I came to the belief that an earth as it was in heaven would not include the execution of prisoners if it had any prisoners at all.

Still, the death penalty remained largely abstract to me, the subject of the occasional adolescent philosophical debate. Nearly 500 executions were carried out in the United States between McVeigh’s in 2001 and the day I graduated college — 485 men and 4 women strapped to a gurney or an electric chair – and I don’t recall being aware of a single one. 

That changed in the late summer of 2011. My wife and I were fresh out of college, newly married, and living in a small condo on the west side of Nashville, Tennessee. She was working nights as a nurse, I was working at a sandwich shop and writing as a freelancer for two local publications — the since-shuttered City Paper and the alt-weekly Nashville Scene. On the evening of Sept. 21, I was scrolling through Twitter when I started seeing reports from the preposterously named Georgia Diagnostic and Classification State Prison, where a Black man named Troy Davis was set to be executed for the 1989 murder of a police officer in Savannah, Georgia. He’d also been convicted of shooting a man and assaulting another. But for more than twenty years, he’d maintained his innocence. 

I pulled up a livestream of Democracy Now! and watched rapt as host Amy Goodman reported from outside the prison where crowds were gathered waiting to find out if Davis had been put to death or granted an eleventh-hour reprieve. In the end, it would be both. After the appointed hour came and went, word came that Davis was still alive, and that the execution had been delayed pending a review of his petition for a stay by the Supreme Court of the United States. Several hours later, though, the court denied his request. In a final statement, he expressed condolences to the victim’s family, declared his innocence one last time, and asked God to have mercy on those about to execute him.Davis was declared dead shortly after midnight in the central time zone where I was still following on my laptop. 

The experience lingered with me like a stubborn cold. I was troubled by the possibility that Georgia had executed a man for a crime he didn’t commit, but I had not followed the case closely up to that point, and I felt ill-equipped to take a firm stance on his guilt or innocence. I was compelled, though, by the activists and journalists who had insisted that the nation – and the world, even — knew what the state of Georgia was doing, that it was killing a man behind closed doors. 

Three years later, Tennessee was planning to do the same, and I was preparing to go behind those doors. The state was set to execute a man named Billy Ray Irick, and I — then a staff writer at the Scene — had been selected as one of seven members of the media who would witness it. I’d volunteered without much hesitation, but the truth is I had done very little research on the case or the man at the center of it. I hadn’t the slightest idea how Billy Ray Irick became the sort of man capable of the unfathomable crime that sent him to death row, nor the faintest sense of who he’d become in the decades since. I did know that he was one of ten men on Tennessee’s death row who were suing the state over the constitutionality of its then-newly adopted and heavily shrouded lethal injection protocol. That was the basis for an order from the Supreme Court of Tennessee on Sept. 25, 2014, calling off the execution which was then less than two weeks away. I was relieved. But the state’s invitation to the execution chamber would come again soon. 

In January 2018, the state supreme court set a new execution date for Irick later that year — a date the executioners would keep. Over the next two years, Tennessee would execute seven men, and on three occasions I went to the execution chamber to watch them do it. It was an execution spree unseen in Tennessee since the 1940s. 

As that streak of state killings was just beginning, though, I also received another invitation, this one to the death row visitation gallery. It turns out that for many years, a quiet community has existed in the shadow of Tennessee’s execution chamber, one made up of death row prisoners and the men and women who visit them regularly. As I would learn, these gatherings are so ordinary as to be extraordinary and so life-giving as to feel defiant. They prove, I would come to see, that the very premise of death row is false.   

This book is, in large part, the story of evenings spent in those two places — the execution chamber and the visitation gallery — and the lives of the people I have encountered in each of them. It is an attempt to show what our death penalty system has been built to obscure — the true horror of executions and the full, beautiful, and painful humanity of the condemned. And it is an account of how I went from writing about the men on death row to becoming friends with one of them.

The people, experiences and research that make up this book have changed my life. I hope that by preserving them here I can contribute in some small way to the idea that we are, all of us, capable of terrible and beautiful things, that people are so often harmed before they harm others, and that, as the lawyer and activist Bryan Stevenson says, each of us is more than the worst thing we’ve ever done. 

This is the story of how I went to death row and found I was welcome.US

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