HOW I FEEL
A foreign friend wrote and asked me, “how do I feel about the terrorist attacks on America?” The curiosity of my friend is understandable because I’m on death row in America.
So I sat down on the edge of my bunk, grabbed some paper and a pen and these are the words I wrote:
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 was not a good day for many in America. However, I am glad to see the American people unite, help, encourage, support and pray for each other in the face of tragedy. I united with them in spirit and prayer from this small cell.
I also admired that other countries all over the world expressed their sorrow, grief and compassion as they extended a helping hand to America.
I prayed for peace and that terrorism all over the world would come to an end. I prayed those in authority over this country would not become vengeful. I hope they will think before they take action. No more innocent blood needs to be shed abroad or in this country. Two wrongs do not make a right. I’m not saying America should sit back and do nothing about terrorism. But don’t hurt innocent people in the process of going after terrorists. Don’t become the evil you despise.
Many people may think I am crazy because I still love this country, even when under the constitution of the United States of America I’m sentenced to the death penalty. I’m mocked by many here because of how I feel about America.
I know America is not a perfect country. It does not have a perfect history. It has never been governed by a perfect people – nor has it ever had a perfect judicial system.
But it is my belief that it is a country that strives to become a better country; to make better lives for those amongst its soil. It is a country of many nationalities, races, and religious beliefs. More so than any other country I know. America may have its own inner feud with race issues, discrimination and the judicial system, but it’s constantly making attempts to do what is right, just and fair. Maybe not at the pace many would like to see, but at least it’s moving in hope’s direction.
No, the death penalty is not right… it shouldn’t exist in our judicial system. I do not speak partially in giving this opinion being I’m sentenced to the death penalty. I’ve spent nearly nine years studying and educating myself about capital punishment. My opinion is not based on emotions and religious beliefs alone…it’s based on knowledge and facts about the death penalty in our country.
It is my optimistic hope that the American people will educate themselves about capital punishment and use their intelligence and common sense to abolish it.
Yes, the death penalty is part of our judicial system, but it shouldn’t be used to degrade the American judicial system as a whole. Nor should our judicial system be used to demean America.
If a person is diagnosed with cancer, he or she requests the physician to perform surgery to take it out, so it will not kill or damage the rest of the body. Likewise, the death penalty acts like cancer in America’s judicial system. Take it out so it can no longer contaminate the body and image of America.
With such insight as this I am able to look beyond the threat on my own life and ask God to bless America with wisdom, knowledge, understanding and strength to do His will.
As God is my witness – this is how I feel!
September 21, 2001
© Anthony Mungin
THE INNER WAR
External battles don’t compare
with internal, perpetual affairs,
Ghost of past,
bad habits steadfast-
In seeking ways out
I pause and sigh with doubt,
becuase those I love
may not understand,
mystifying this capricious man.
Presumptous loneliness feared
derived from unforgettable tears,
affects my clutch
on the hearts I touch.
O inconsistent Soul
that only God knows,
Pray the remedy to this Inner War
Will tarry not afar.
© 2003 Anthony Mungin
In the early morning hours shortly after midnight I’m being haunted by insomnia. Too fatigued to sleep I begin to read many scriptures from the old and new testament in the Bible. No matter how many times I’ve feasted upon these Holy Words, I’m always astounded by the peace and power they have over me. Maybe their effectiveness is due to my faith – as I believe they are true.
After reading for a while I begin to pray… not only for myself, but for the people in my life that I love dearly and even those who are no longer in my life that I still love. The latter haven’t a clue that I still care about them.
Tonight I’ve decided to write my thoughts down to share with you. I’m assuming many people are curious what it’s like on death row…what goes through the minds of those sentenced to die. Consider this a fragment of my thoughts in the late night hours. I can only speak for myself in opinionated fashion because I, too, often wonder what goes through other minds here on death row. However, I believe my hypothesis would have more accuracy than an outsider due to my first hand observation.
Speaking of observation – I’ve mastered the art… perhaps to the point of becoming semi-paranoid unconsciously. Under the circumstance, quite often, I evaluate my own state of mind. Nevertheless, it has become a natural instinct to observe those around me. The fellow prisoners I observe daily are only a small percentage of the 380 + (and counting) here on death row. We’re isolated in small numbers, 14 per wing, but caged in separate cells.
At the moment I’m thinking of those around me in an effort to understand the different attitudes, personalities, beliefs, mentalities and mental conditions. In the back of my mind I try to grade each one’s intelligence for beneficial usage. Regardless of what others may think of the condemned, I’ve come to understand that you can learn something from everyone, including the outcast.
Some of the men around me are on “psych” medication (a prison term). I can certainly see why some are in need of these medications. For instance, at the moment there’s an elderly guy slamming the top of his iron foot locker every 20 seconds or so to agitate his rival neighbors. I suspect in the morning his neighbors will retaliate in an attempt to return the favor. This petty war goes on because pride and egotism will not allow them to come to terms to make peace. I speculate this childish war is a remedy for depression and stress derived from being on death row. Maybe it’s easier to be in a battle amongst each other, that one can gain some kind of satisfaction or partial victory than to face the reality of a battle that has the upper hand. At times anger arises within me because of this display of ignorance…other times I simply pity them.
I try with great efforts to understand my fellow prisoners and to keep in mind no one is perfect. Frequently, I have to remind myself that some are on psych medication and some have serious mental issues.
For example, every day I wake up to face a different personality from my neighbor. I never know which personality he will allow to be in control that day. It’s annoying, but I’m forced to define it as bearable. If I exemplify kindness he will perceive it as an act of patronizing him. On the other hand, if I ignore him he’ll take it as a confirmation of his belief that I’m his enemy. I’m compelled to play the role of a psychologist, yet my strategy is simplified by letting him lead…letting him think he’s in control because I’ve noticed it gives him a sense of power. This keeps a degree of peace between us. Besides it keeps him from becoming a foot locker slammer.
All of this directs my thoughts to the pressures of being under the death penalty. Each individual has his own methods of dealing with the situation. I’m enticed by a biased judicial system to come to the conclusion that the structure of this building and dehumanizing supervision was deliberately orchestrated by pro-death penalty advocates to inflict mental agony. It’s a possibility I’m off the mark, but it’s a thought worthy of consideration.
I wonder did the stress of the death sentence and the four walls of a death cell drive guys to the edge of insanity? Perhaps it’s the fear of death that has contributed to creating mental problems. Or is it the demons from their past infractions that they’ve yet to deal with that are taunting their minds? I have to acknowledge that each one, including myself, suffers in his own way. The innocent, the guilty, the remorseful and the cold-hearted all share our part in this suffering. Yet, there seems to be a pleasure amongst some to add to the atmosphere of this suffering, suffocating our common ability to illustrate civility.
In conclusion of my thoughts for tonight…the death penalty is a whole lot more than being sentenced to death. Though it’s being reviewed because of inadequate counsel, prosecutional bias, people being found innocent, people wrongfully sentenced to die and targeting minority defendants, there’s a more uncivilized section of the death penalty that’s overlooked or perhaps not even thought of at all. It’s the mental torture of being told “the law of the land states the judicial system (regardless of its corruption) has the right to kill you and we will seek to kill you…in the meantime, here is your cage until we call your name.” The emotional, mental and physical suffering begins immediately. This may seem irrelevant to some people, but there’s nothing irrelevant about provoking insanity.
June 7, 2001
© Anthony Mungin
Imagine being an eagle –
with fresh wings to flee;
Or a shark that hunts
in the depths of the sea.
Imagine having the heart of a lion –
that knows no fear;
Or ability to glide with swiftness
in the prime of a deer.
Imagine possessing the quickness
of a modern house cat;
Or having sight at night –
like that of a bat.
Imagine having the strength
of a young drama bull;
Or the courage to fight till death –
like a treacherous pit-bull.
Imagine being a dove –
that symbolises freedom;
The most recognised displays
of the charisma kingdom.
Now, imagine being something…
Or someone else than yourself;
Then, I’ll show you an indolent creature –
With only imagination left.
February 25, 2001
© Anthony Mungin
It’s a night of silence
Lights systematically turned off.
Occasionally a toilet flushes-
Followed by a smoker’s cough.
A flashing light quickly fades-
Along with the sounds of heavy boots.
Alas the vibes are calmer now,
Returning to the creators of their roots.
Tinted black dusty windows
Partially limit my vision;
As the strength of the cold iron
competes with the strength of my religion.
Tonight my thoughts debate-
Between reminiscing or imagination.
These few keys to freedom
Are mental escape methods from incarceration.
Interrupted by the moans and groans
Of the condemned dreamin’
I sympathize with the tortured soul-
Fighting to defeat his retaliatory demon.
The casted shadows from the bars
Remind me of the shadows of my mistakes.
Oh, how adversity increases wisdom-
Constantly disciplining my traits.
Another night of midnight madness;
In a modern day dungeon for political show.
In purity, these are my thoughts-
As I record the sounds of the nights on death row.
December 16, 2000
© Anthony Mungin </strong>
Bless the womb for a child has been born
in the middle of the dawn
He’s blessed with the seed of permission
to take the truth and pass it on.
A time will come when he shall fall,
but not lose his sight.
On his knees, in the Blood of the Lamb,
is where he’s taught how to fight.
The poison of self-destruction
was embedded in his way.
Yet, adversity has it’s mystical ways –
to teach how to pray.
All the while the clock ticks,
and the sign of age is revealed.
The scars of the heart from yesterday’s –
has miraculously been healed.
Now wisdom is sought, the soul is hungry –
aging has become a blessin’.
But if I shall die before my time –
show me where’s the lesson.
“Look how much time has passed,
and how much do I have?”
“How did I get to death row,
from chillin’ on the Ave?”
With all the strength in my spirit;
I shall not fear the clock.
Just let me complete my part in Thy plan –
before you let it stop!
© Anthony Mungin
To the Creator of Life –
The Father of Love.
To the God of my heart,
in Heaven above.
I do not come to beg;
for this is not a request.
I didn’t bring a list of sins –
that I came to confess.
Lord I stand in your presence –
to give you thanks.
Just as Jesus did –
standing on your river banks.
I thank you for my life,
and the days that I see.
I thank you for the ability –
to be all I can be.
Thank you for giving me peace,
when I become angry and tense.
Forever I will be grateful,
that I’m blessed with good sense.
I thank you for my eyes;
to see the beauty you created.
Thanks for giving me time to change,
cause I know how long you waited.
And though I went astray
and lived my way….
You allowed no one to take my life,
but gave me another day.
So I’m grateful for the struggle,
the pain and tears.
Grateful for the experience through the years,
that helped me conquer my fears.
I thank you very much –
for the beautiful color of my skin.
Thank you for salvation –
and the power that’s within.
I thank you for my family,
She introduced me to your word –
and set an example like no other.
Lord I thank you for my friends –
their love and care.
No matter how low I fell,
you made sure one was there.
Father I thank you with all my heart –
for your mercy and grace.
Thank you for the victories
in the battle that I face.
When all is said and done:
my ups and downs, good times and bad,
I thank you Most High Almighty Creator –
for the bless’d life I’ve had.
© Anthony Mungin
POETIC PRAYER I
Today I humble myself before you –
in this Poetic Prayer.
I bow to the Greatest Lover in the Universe
because I believe you care.
I’m a living witness of your existence;
Let me now testify.
Man can create his own religion
but there’s only one Most High.
You’ve spared my life many times,
even when I begged you to take me.
But now, I bless the day of my parents’ passion
as you permitted them to make me.
My life hasn’t been as good as it should’ve
and I’m the one at fault.
The love of the streets threw me off
then vanished when I got caught.
I couldn’t see it then, but I see it now
when I used to creep through the night.
I’m alive today cause grandma prayed –
Lord, give him time to see the light.
I saw the glory of your goodness,
but just couldn’t make that step.
Lord God Almighty I was a fool
that needed help.
Now I ask you to forgive me –
for all the wrong I’ve done.
Wash me with the Blood of the Lamb,
and robe your prodigal son.
Give me the enthuse to pray…
for the young and the old.
Take the bad attitude out my heart,
and the ego out my soul.
Grant me with the wisdom you gave King Solomon,
and the courage of King David.
Then I can be brave to tell the Yeast Masters:
“I don’t want to hear it, so save it!”
Correct me and discipline me,
but permit no one to kill me.
For Lord, you are my shepherd, I shall not want
here’s my cup; fill me!
April 24, 1999
© Anthony Mungin
POETIC PRAYER II
Great God of all gods,
My King of all kings.
Merciful Father of glory –
Creator of all living things.
In the name of the Prince of Peace –
Lord Alpha and Omega…
I come in prayer through Jesus Christ,
Your Son – My Lord and Savior.
I wish I knew myself –
as explicitly as you know me.
Enigmatic, yet indisputably –
I remain my own mystery.
I’ve felt like a tourist of righteousness;
inconsistency had taken toll.
To walk the narrow path in this age –
is not an easy role.
My faith in You won’t allow me –
to doubt You or prevaricate.
Your accuracy and glorious blessings –
I could never calculate.
I don’t need any evidence –
proving You exist at all.
But what I need is Your attention,
and to hear me when I call.
Strengthen me with self-control,
let Thou angel protect three.
Until I’ve grown in Holy maturity –
angel, “fight what is blind to me!”
Electrify me with the Holy Spirit,
to be an effective witness.
Let me expose by the Spirit of Truth –
that the atheist theory is senseless.
Father, hear my poetic prayer –
and accept my praise.
Straighten my ways –
and lengthen my days.
I intercede for my country –
that all nationalities be of one team.
For this is my vision of love –
my prayer and American Dream.
November 9, 1999
© Anthony Mungin
Unknown often when death comes near,
Compelling broken hearts to face its blow;
The propensities to reason seem unclear,
When rationality tends to drag us low.
Seemingly O death manifests afar,
Or so unconsciously we embrace the facade;
Losing loved ones to an inevitable law,
Whether tragical or peacefully is indubitably hard.
Reminiscent heart hear sounds of laughter,
Of sons, daughters, wives, husbands and friend;
And memories of their joy shall remain hereafter,
As a blessing to the spirit and soul within.
But, oh how thou absent physicality awakens,
Realities’ most dreadful epitome;
O precious soul in motion taken,
My lost expressions are in tears I free.
Yet, who I have loved I shall love still,
That love which I’ve cherished shall never die;
Til my own end, this oath shall I fulfill,
And walk on through tears that cherubs and I cry.
November 27, 2001
© Anthony Mungin
In high school Anthony was an ace on the wrestling team. He was even offered a college scholarship, but failing a math class he no longer qualified for the team. Today Anthony wonders what might have been if he hadn’t failed that class, if he had at least finished high school. He missed his diploma by one class and was too proud to return to school the summer after his senior year and finish up. He wonders what the path not taken would have looked like. All he knows for sure is where the path taken has led.
Heading into Trouble
In 1990, at the age of 24, Anthony made a living as a small-time drug dealer in his hometown of Kingsland, Georgia. In nearby Jacksonville where he went to buy drugs he mostly dealt with a man known to him only as “Ice.” At a moment when Anthony was desperate for money this man introduced him to another trade of hustling—armed robbery. On Friday September 14, 1990 Ice lent Anthony his gun and against his own misgivings and better judgment Anthony used it. That day he robbed a gas station and a jewelry store near Tallahassee, Florida, injuring two people with Ice’s gun. Both of his victims survived. Later, when he was tried for these robberies, it was proven that Anthony did not shoot to kill. In fact, he put the phone down beside the wounded gas station clerk so he could call for help.
Before returning to Georgia that day Anthony gave Ice back his gun. And, shaken by what he’d done, he promised himself that whether he was caught or not he would never rob or shoot anyone again—a promise he kept!
On Sunday September 16th Anthony returned to Jacksonville. He wanted to visit his girlfriend in Pensacola and so caught a ride to Jacksonville where he met Ice in the early afternoon shortly after 2 p.m. Driving off, Ice told Anthony that the gun was in the car he was lending him. Anthony didn’t want the gun but was stuck with it for the next two days during which he did not touch it.
When Anthony left Pensacola again on Tuesday the 18th he intended to take the car back to Jacksonville, but arrived there too late. He ended up driving it home, parked it several blocks from his house and brought the gun inside to bury it in the woods later. That night a friend of Anthony’s who had turned informer came to buy drugs from him and within minutes the house was surrounded by police. Anthony gave himself up and they found the gun. He was arrested and taken to jail. The Sheriff of Camden County questioned him and Anthony, who was relieved to have been caught because what he’d done was weighing on his conscience, told him the truth. At the time he didn’t know whether his two victims had lived or died. Yet he told the truth. He knew he was guilty of two robberies, but when the Sheriff questioned him about a third robbery he had no idea what he was talking about—and told him so.
Weeks later Anthony was extradited to Monticello, Florida. He received 20 years for armed robbery and attempted second-degree murder. In court he apologized to the man he had shot. He then was transported to Leon County in Tallahassee, Fla. where he received two life sentences running concurrent for armed robbery and attempted murder. He was also habitualized.
While in Tallahassee a detective from Jacksonville came to question him about another robbery and murder. Betty Jean Woods, a convenience store clerk, had been shot on Sunday, September 16th between 1:45 p.m. and 2 p.m. in the lil Champ store off interstate I-10 in Jacksonville. She died in the hospital four days later. Anthony told the detective Gilberth he knew nothing of this. The detective broke one of Anthony’s fingers trying to make him confess, but Anthony would not confess to something he did not do.
Not long after this incident Anthony was sent to prison. Four months into his concurrent life sentences, the Jacksonville authorities charged him with robbery and first degree murder of Betty Woods. Anthony went before Judge Tygart who dismissed the case for lack of evidence. Anthony went back to prison. Three months later Jacksonville returned for him. This time the robbery charge was dropped and Anthony went before Judge Southwood and the case went to trial.
Anthony’s court-appointed public defenders were Mr. Cofer and Mr. Buzzell, both from the public defenders office of Duval County in Jacksonville. Anthony told Cofer and Buzzell exactly what happened and told them of his alibis. Unfortunately, they didn’t believe Anthony and his case was never investigated. Anthony wrote letters complaining about their lack of interest in proving his innocence. When first presented with the fact that Betty Woods was shot with the same gun he used in his robberies of September 14th, Anthony insisted that it was a lie. However, he learnt there had been a witness, a Mr. Kirkland, at the store when Betty Woods was shot. The day of the crime Kirkland gave a description of the man he saw leaving the store. He told police he saw a very dark-skinned black male who he guessed might be 37 years old with a full beard and long jerry curl, weighing 130 lbs. and 5’8″ or 5’10″ tall. Anthony recognized Ice at once. When he learnt this he knew he had been set up. In Kirkland’s deposition with the detective four days after the incident and also in his June 18, 1992 deposition, Kirkland told the detective he could not swear in court it was Anthony Mungin. Anthony, who was 24 years old at the time but looked far younger, was clean-shaven. He couldn’t grow a full beard if he’d tried. He had a short military haircut and was described by witnesses who saw him in the Tallahassee and Monticello robberies as between 18 and 19 years old. There’s a vast discrepancy between these different witnesses’ descriptions. Unfortunately, Anthony didn’t know Ice’s real name or where he lived. He only knew where he sold drugs.
A Witness Changes His Story
Kirkland, who said he couldn’t identify Anthony under oath changed his story during the trial, two years after the fact. He told the jury he didn’t remember saying the things written in his deposition and that Anthony was, in fact, the man he saw that day. Anthony’s public defenders raised no objections. The prosecutor told the jury they found 24 sets of fingerprints, then quickly went to another subject. He mislead the jury to believe Anthony’s fingers were among the 24, when none of Anthony’s prints were found there.
Furthermore, Kirkland identified a small dark burgundy two-door car, an Escort, that was parked on the side of the road a couple of miles from the lil Champ store as being the car he saw at the store. Weeks later when Kirkland learnt the description of the car Anthony drove to Georgia, he changed the description of the car to fit the car Anthony drove. Anthony was found guilty; by a vote of 7 to 5, he was sentenced to death on February 23, 1993 for a crime he did not commit.
Since then Anthony has had his battles with court-appointed appellate attorneys. His Direct Appeal was filed by Steve Been who had never done a death row appeal. Been did his best, but he wasn’t able to raise many issues since Anthony’s public defenders had done such a poor job raising objections. His appeal was denied February 8, 1996 by the Florida Supreme Court, yet one of the judges gave a long dissention and wanted to grant Anthony a new trial.
Anthony’s next appeal is his 3.850 Motion. Judge Moran out of Duval County, appointed attorney Mark Olive from the Registry Lawyers list on September 23, 1998. Mark Olive is an excellent lawyer with a lot of experience and considered one of the best post-conviction attorneys in Florida. Mark didn’t agree with the contract he had to sign to take Anthony’s case because it severely limited what he could do for Anthony. Attorney Stephen Hanlon of Holland and Knight LLP filed a law suit on behalf of Mark Olive and Anthony on February 26, 1999—”Complaint for Declaratory Judgement” Case No: 99-1027. The lawsuit is still pending.
Judge Moran took Mark Olive off Anthony’s case and appointed Attorney Wayne Henderson as Anthony’s new attorney on March 11, 1999. Though upset that he had been deprived of a good lawyer, Anthony wrote Henderson on March 16. Henderson briefly introduced himself on April 29, 1999. Investigator Jeffrey Walsh was hired to work with Anthony and Henderson. Mr. Walsh visited Anthony on May 6, 1999. Anthony has seen neither one of them since. Mr. Walsh refused to work with Henderson because Henderson was neither competent nor motivated to help Anthony.
Anthony filed a “Motion to Remove Conflict Counsel” and Henderson filed a “Motion to Withdraw” on February 7, 2000. Judge Southwood granted the motion.
Henderson recommended the court to appoint Attorney Dale G. Westling Sr. Anthony recommended Attorney Kenneth Malnik. Judge Southwood accepted Henderson’s recommendation and appointed Dale G. Westling Sr. from Jacksonville on February 9, 2000.
Anthony wrote several letters to Westling starting February 21, 2000. He never answered any of Anthony’s letters or questions. A conflict grew between Anthony and Westling because he, like Henderson, showed no interest in helping Anthony and started having a hostile attitude and cursing Anthony during his brief visitation.
Anthony gathered evidence to present to the Florida Bar against Westling and filed his complaint on February 7, 2001. He wrote the Florida Supreme Court concerning his incompetent attorney and the F.S.C. responded on February 8, 2001 inquiring information from Westling concerning Anthony’s allegations.
On February 16, 2001 Anthony filed a “Motion to Dismiss Conflict Counsel” and on March 1, 2001 Westling filed a “Motion to Withdraw.” But not before filing a 19 page 3.850, which Anthony refused to sign without telling the court Westling refused to raise valid issues.
In his response to the Florida Bar Westling lied about the amount of hours he visited Anthony. Anthony can prove this with the help of prison visitation documents where dates and times are logged. He also told the Florida Bar that Anthony is using a delay tactic to keep from being executed.
Anthony’s New Lawyer
On April 3, 2001, Judge Southwood held a hearing on Anthony’s motion and Westling’s “Motion to Withdraw.” During this period Anthony’s friends joined together to retain Attorney Kenneth Malnik. Mr. Malnik attended the hearing asking to be appointed to Anthony’s case. The judge allowed Malnik to take over. He would, however, receive no funds from the state to support his legal defense. Anthony’s friends are currently raising funds to support his defense.
Anthony’s attorney Kenneth Malnik asked Jeffrey Walsh to assist him in the investigation. Jeff and his wife Terry Walsh accepted. Upon investigating crucial evidence was discovered concerning the state’s sole and star witness Kirkland. Before and during trial Kirkland had a string of charges, misdemeanors and felonies, including resisting arrest with violence, assault against police officers, several DWIs and grand thefts. Strangely these charges were dropped and Kirkland paid a fine of $110.00. The jury never heard any of this about Kirkland because Anthony’s public defender never told them. In fact, he lied to Anthony telling him Kirkland had only one misdemeanor. Now Anthony can prove Kirkland lied and his motive for lying was to stay out of prison by making deals with the prosecutor in exchange for his false testimony.
Anthony’s public defender, Charle Cofer, who is now a judge in Duval County told Anthony’s lawyer and investigator that Anthony never told him about his alibis, but evidence has now been found by investigators to prove Cofer lied. Indeed Anthony did tell Cofer of his alibis, but Cofer refused to investigate. Most of Anthony’s alibis have been found and confirm what Anthony has been saying for ten years.
Moreover, during Anthony’s trial Kirkland was being represented by the same public defendant office that was representing Anthony. Anthony’s public defender Cofer knew this but never disclosed it. Anthony’s 3.850 was filed July 3, 2001.
Where Anthony Stands Now
More investigation is needed in Anthony’s case and needs to be completed by the time an evidentiary hearing is set. He is asking for financial and legal support. He is not trying to paint a perfect picture of himself. He admits the crimes he has committed and is sincerely remorseful and accepts punishment for those crimes. But Anthony Mungin is innocent of the murder he has been put on death row for. Please help him if you can. You will prevent a terrible injustice from being committed at the hands of the state.