"The last time I saw my mom was in 1997. My mom started getting sick, and my mom finally passed away ..." — Anthony Ray Hinton

They took my 30s, my 40s, my 50s, but what they couldn't take was my joy. I couldn't do nothing about the years, but I could control my joy... I kept a smile on my face; I kept love in my heart.

I was born with a mother who loved me unconditionally and with a sense of humor.

Everybody that played a part in sending me to death row, you will answer to God.

When you're poor and black in America, you stand a greater chance of going to prison for something you didn't do.