The Scotsman and The New Zealand Dominion, June 13 1988
Jim McCloskey's journey to death row began in the suburbs of Philadelphia nine years ago. He was then a successful management consultant, aged 37, with a comfortable home, an air-conditioned Lincoln Continental and a fat monthly pay cheque, and yet he was troubled.
The Scotsman and The New Zealand Dominion, September 5 1988
The last time I saw the greatest criminal trial lawyer in the world, he was laid out on his sofa like a fallen tree, all six foot four of him, with his huge grey head hoisted up on two white satin pillows and his black walking cane propped up beside him.
Mail on Sunday magazine, February 10 1989
Grundy is a small colourless town in the bleak backwoods of Virginia down by the border with Tennessee, a poor town where most of the men have 'black lung' from working down the coal mine and almost everybody is just about everybody else's cousin. There was a murder here, seven years ago.
The Scotsman and The New Zealand Dominion, April 10 1989
The old sheriff of Montgomery County, Ben Hicks, had an answer for everything.
The Guardian, February 2 1991
Conroe looked like a nice little town. I had cruised up the freeway from Houston for half an hour, through the forest that blankets this part of east Texas, turned off by the Holiday Inn and a couple of minutes later, I was in the courthouse square with its clean streets and its neat shops and the Stars and Stripes up high on the courthouse roof like a feather in Conroe's cap.
The Scotsman, February 9 1991
It was the day after the crime. Everyone in Conroe was talking about the report in the Courier: "Girl found slain at Conroe High. Police say teenager strangled." Politicians and church ministers were pleading for calm. The captain of detectives was on television, disclosing that the girl had been raped by her killer. Her body had been taken to the morgue down in Houston.
The Mail on Sunday magazine, February 10 1991
Clarence Brandley always knew the truth. Long before his own trouble started - before the white girl was killed, before he was blamed, before he was condemned to death - he knew how dangerous it was to be a black man in a town like Conroe.
The Guardian,, April 25 1992
Jane Officer did not think much of her driver. He was playing redneck country music on his radio, he had a big belly, untidy grey hair, a mouth full of chewing gum and he was determined to inflict his opinions on her.
The Guardian, December 11 1993
The Pope does not often speak up for convicted killers. But earlier this year, he joined Vaclav Havel, Bishop Desmond Tutu, Jesse Jackson, Harry Belafonte, Danny Glover, Kenny Rogers, every Catholic bishop in the state of Texas, the National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People and a world-wide campaign by Amnesty International in pleading for the life of a young black man on Death...