Picturing the Justice
In Phillip’s eyes, Fred Mitchell was the reason he was even behind bars. So, upon hearing that he was now in the same place as him, Phillips knew what he needed to do. Since the prison was home to several factories, there was easy access to raw materials, like scrap metal, and homemade knives.
Phillips (and his friend) held a makeshift knife under his sleeve as they stood outside the cafeteria, in the prison yard, waiting for Mitchell to come out. Phillips had it all planned in his mind, the bloody revenge he’s been fantasizing about for years. It would feel like justice. Justice for what would become the longest known wrongful prison sentence in American history.