Between the western edge of Highway 49 and the front of the
administrative buildings at Parchman, a distance of 50 yards, there
was a grassy piece o f land. It was where the death penalty
protestors set up camp at every execution.
W hen Adam arrived Friday morning, he counted seven Ku
Klux Kiansmen in white clothing. They had plenty of supplies
with them. These guys were planning to stay. Adam stared at them
as he rolled to a stop at the front gate. He began walking slowly in
their direction. Their signs demanded freedom for Sam Cayhall, a
political prisoner. Gas the real criminals, but release Sam. For
some reason, Adam was not comforted by their demands.