Hi friend,
I write today with a heavy heart. My friend Quintin Jones was executed last night around 6:40 pm, Texas time. Just before he entered the execution chamber, he called me for the last time. In his final minutes, he told me he was so grateful for everyone who fought so tirelessly on his behalf. It brought him hope until the very end and a measure of peace.
A couple months ago, when I told him someone had offered pro bono legal counsel to help him seek clemency, Quin’s voice broke. He said, “I’m not used to people caring about me.” What everyone has done collectively has helped show him that the hard won transformation he achieved in his 21 years on death row did not go unnoticed, and that his courage and his vulnerability and his hope—both in life and in death—have not been in vain.