Final exposure

I first saw the brave and beautiful photographs in this remarkable collection at my ranch near Dubois, Wyoming, one night when Lou Jones made a slide presentation to the young trail warriors at the Trial Lawyer's College. A silent pall fell over the small group. Few had ever looked in the face of a human being who was destined to be killed, purposely, with premeditation, on an hour and day certain. Now we looked at the faces, and what we saw from Jones's penetrating. Camera were not names or numbers, not writs of habeas corpus or titles on legal documents, but people: people who were resigned to their fate, or who felt sorrow and shame; who were confused and knew not what was happening to them, or who knew full well their fate and had long ago abandoned hope. We were shown people who had been touched by the camera, and who, in turn, touched us through the photographs.-From the foreword by Gerry Spence.