Michael Phillips

And I told him, oh, what you want is for them to execute more white people, huh?

And that stunned me because I think no one had ever said that to him.

But that would do away with racial discrimination, and there's lots of white people who need executing too, was my way of thinking.

And he didn't get mad at me or anything.

He kind of laughed at it himself after he paused to understand the question.

Then he kind of laughed at it himself.

But I would say he was...

Even until they got him strapped down, he was in control of his own body.

His mind was in great shape.

He lied to me about whether or not he was innocent.

At some point, I got him to say that, oh, the gun went off.

And I went and pulled the transcript of his criminal trial.

The gun was a revolver, not an automatic.

Revolvers don't go off.

To test that theory, I even took what I had and banged it on a table while it was loaded and all, and nothing happened.

Revolvers don't go off until they've been cocked.

He told me that for his last meal, he wanted fried shrimp and oysters.

And he said he had told the authorities that that's what he wanted for his last meal.

When I got down there, I was told that there was no shellfish in the prison system's kitchens.

And Charlie had to pick.