The Power of Conviction: My Wrongful Conviction 18 Years in Prison and the Freedom Earned Through Forgiveness and Faith

The Power of Conviction: My Wrongful Conviction 18 Years in Prison and the Freedom Earned Through Forgiveness and Faith

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ISBN-13: 9781630473907
Publisher: Morgan James Publishing
Publication date: 04/07/2015
Series: Morgan James Faith Series
Pages: 200
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

James Tillman, one of the most positive and inspirational people you will ever meet, spent over 18 years in prison for a crime he did not commit, and was the first person in Connecticut released through the use of DNA. Remarkably, James calls his experience in prison, “a gift,” because it ultimately changed his life for the better, helping him learn that everything can be taken except our ability to choose what we believe. So, despite living in what some would describe as Hell on earth, James endured by harnessing the power of forgiveness, love and conviction. James, who has appeared extensively in the media, is a sought-after inspirational speaker who offers 10 specific lessons from his experience that can help others realize the power of conviction in their own lives. James, 51, who never had the opportunity to go to college, is now pursuing a degree in social work at Goodwin College.

Jeff Kimball, co-writer, is an award-winning writer and author of “Community, Connection & Conversation: Making Social Media work for Business.” A former political and press aide to U.S. Sen. Joseph R. Biden, Jr. and John D. Rockefeller IV, Jeff is a coveted ghostwriter, former PR executive on Wall Street and a marketing and media consultant, who has close ties to members of the media and key players on Wall Street, in Silicon Valley and in Washington.

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My earliest memories come from living in Thomasville, Georgia, a dot of a small town in the country, not far from Tallahassee. Thomasville is located in the heart of what you might call the “deep South.” A slice of heaven, it was as far away in every respect from the prison in Connecticut that I would eventually call my home for over 18 years. I was living with my Grandparents, because my Mom was looking for a job back home. Ma also wanted to keep us away from my stepfather for a while, because he was abusive at times. I don’t remember much about Georgia–I was very young–but I do very clearly remember how I felt: I felt loved; I felt safe; and I felt comfortable. My Grandparent’s house was more than a place to live, it was a home. They had a screened in back porch and a yard. We’d eat grits out on the back porch, and steak, and chicken, and biscuits…and so much more! Man, it was awesome. Food so good you could smell it a block away. My Grandmother would make us do chores, and my Grandfather worked very hard cutting wood and selling it. My Grandparents were good people, and to this day I still think of them a lot. We weren’t there long–my Mom eventually sent for us, and when we left Thomasville, it kind of felt like I was being sent to the moon, because our new home in Connecticut couldn’t have been more different.

Connecticut is known for its wealth, privilege and charm, with its picturesque early-American villages, luxurious estates and beautiful seaside communities. At the center of it all stands Hartford, one of America’s first cities, with the Capitol’s radiant gold dome anchoring the skyline. I came of age in Hartford in the 1970s, literally and figuratively in the shadows of the capitol, when it was anything but the vibrant and welcoming city it is today. A time many remember for big hair, tight pants, crazy outfits and disco, I remember living in an empty, desolate city, trash littering the streets, the water polluted so badly it was hard to drink and the sound of desperation that seemed to follow you around every corner. Hartford’s economy was in ruins. Poverty and crime rates were on their way to historic highs as people fled to the suburbs, taking the life out of the city, along with most of its jobs. The city was in many ways a lifeless gray concrete façade that hid the lives of people most didn’t think about. I was one of those people. This was the Connecticut that I called home. Somewhere in this crumbling city, the values that would later define my life began to take shape: to live a life of conviction: to believe in myself, especially when no one else did; to live in service to God, or something greater than me, even when situations were so dire it seemed that God wasn’t present; and to never, ever, give up. The power of conviction would eventually set me free, but first I would have to learn a horrible lesson about the power to convict.

Growing up, we didn’t have very much. We were poor, living in the land of plenty. In fact, I felt like I was living on an island, which I know sounds strange given that I was literally living elbow-to-elbow among suffocating masses of people, squeezed into one dilapidated housing project after another. It was rarely quiet, and there were times when I felt like I was drowning in the noise from the cranking of city life around me, made all the more impenetrable by the hum of traffic on I-91–a major highway that stretches from Connecticut’s coast to Canada, that was practically pushed into the projects where I lived by the Connecticut River that flows steadily alongside it.

My older brother, Willie, and my younger brother Dennis and I were raised by my mother–a single woman earning minimum wage and working hard to make ends meet. My Mom carried with her the stress of a hard life, along with an unshakable faith in God. Life was not easy for my mother, and I somehow knew that. My mother just didn’t have the time to do it all, which meant that I was on my own a lot. At the time I never took it as a negative–like feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t have my parents around. It was just the way things were, so I learned how to take care of myself, especially on the streets, which would serve me very well later in life. Even as a little kid, I started to develop my own code–the James Tillman Rules for Survival. While I am outgoing and one who likes to connect, I also like to quietly observe, and I learned a lot by watching people. I quickly noticed that those who were well respected carried themselves a certain way–I could see it in the way they held their head high, how they looked at people, how people looked at them, in the tone of their voice and in the power of their words–their words meant something–they didn’t just blab on about nothing. So I began to pay attention to how I carried myself.

Table of Contents

Chapter One: The Roots of Conviction

Chapter Two: An Unimaginable Crime

Chapter Three: A Simple Oversight

Chapter Four: Taken from Home

Chapter Five: Presumed Guilty

Chapter Six: Morgan Street Madness

Chapter Seven: Convicted

Chapter Eight: Testing my Code

Chapter Nine: The First Day

Chapter Ten: Life in Prison

Chapter Eleven: Passing Time: Public TV, Mufango & Rec

Chapter Twelve: My Prison of Hate

Chapter Thirteen: Fight or be Killed

Chapter Fourteen: Solitary and SuperMax

Chapter Fifteen: A Gift of Love

Chapter Sixteen: Hell

Chapter Seventeen: Unlikely Acts of Grace

Chapter Eighteen: The Darkness Becomes Me

Chapter Nineteen: The Appeals: More Disappointment

Chapter Twenty: The Lost Hope for Freedom

Chapter Twenty-One Rage Against the World

Chapter Twenty-Two: Broken

Chapter Twenty-Three: Freedom Through Forgiveness

Chapter Twenty-Four: Conviction

Chapter Twenty-Five: A Glimmer of Hope

Chapter Twenty-Six: Earning Redemption

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Freedom

Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Strange New World

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Struggling to Cope

Chapter Thirty: The Community Rallies

Chapter Thirty-One: The Hardest to Forgive

Chapter Thirty-Two: 10 Lessons Learned

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Faith to Move Forward

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stevens1932 More than 1 year ago
This is an incredible story -- how James Tillman even survived 18 years in prison wrongfully convicted is amazing, but that he can call that experience, "a gift?" This is about more than wrongful convictions, it's about overcoming our problems, about focusing on what we can control, not what happens to us, and about how we can live a life of conviction even when we're convicted. Inspiring, James. Truly remarkable.