![]() I looked through hundreds of noses and eyes and eyebrows and hairlines and nostrils and lips. When I went to the police department later that day, I worked on a composite sketch to the very best of my ability. ![]() When and if I survived the attack, I was going to make sure that he was put in prison and he was going to rot. I looked at his hairline I looked for scars, for tattoos, for anything that would help me identify him. I studied every single detail on the rapist’s face. One night someone broke into my apartment, put a knife to my throat and raped me.ĭuring my ordeal, some of my determination took an urgent new direction. In 1984 I was a 22-year-old college student with a grade point average of 4.0, and I really wanted to do something with my life. ![]() Jennifer Thompson-Cannino wrote this essay about the wrongful conviction of Ronald Cotton: ![]()
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