Cook County Department of Corrections in Chicago. (AP Photo/Ted S. Warren)
I vividly recall the photo: Anthony Porter, who came within forty-eight hours of execution after seventeen years behind bars, exits the Cook County Correctional Facility in Illinois in February 1999, a free man. He sees Northwestern University journalism professor David Protess, who, along with his students, uncovered new evidence of Porter’s innocence, and gives him a massive bear hug, lifting him off the ground. It’s an incredibly powerful image, proof of how journalism can right terrible wrongs.
After starting the Innocence Project at the Medill School of Journalism in 1999, Protess and his students freed twelve wrongfully convicted prisoners, including five from death row. Their work helped lead to a moratorium on the death penalty in Illinois, followed by Governor George Ryan’s historic emptying of the state’s death row. In 2011, Illinois abolished the death penalty altogether.
I took Protess’s class as a senior at Northwestern in the spring of 2004, five years after Porter was freed. We investigated the 1978 murder of a white security guard, Donald Lundahl, on the South Side of Chicago—a city described on 60 Minutes as “the false-confession capital of the United States,” thanks largely to the systematic torture of criminal suspects under former Police Commander Jon Burge. During interrogation, Anthony McKinney, an 18-year-old African-American with no criminal record, had told police he was the killer—a confession he insisted was forced out of him after he was beaten with a pipe by a detective with a history of brutality. Nonetheless, he was found guilty and sentenced to life.
From 2003 to 2006, nine teams of student journalists, myself included, uncovered startling new evidence proving McKinney’s innocence. The prosecution’s two main witnesses, 15 and 18 at the time of the trial, recanted their testimony, claiming they had been beaten by police; TV logs proved that both witnesses had been watching the Muhammad Ali–Leon Spinks fight at the time of the murder and could not have been at the scene. Meanwhile, an ex–gang member named Anthony Drake confessed on tape to being there and said McKinney was not involved; current and former residents of the neighborhood confirmed that they heard Drake and two other suspects confess to Lundahl’s murder.
“We convicted an innocent man,” the foreman of the jury told Protess.
As students, we visited McKinney at Dixon Correctional Center in northern Illinois, where he had battled severe depression. We told him the new evidence would set him free. We made the same vow to his brother, Michael, when he attended our graduation. We made plans to reunite for McKinney’s release. He would be our Anthony Porter.
Instead, on August 27, I received an e-mail from an old Northwestern colleague informing me that McKinney had died that day of an apparent heart attack, after thirty-five years in prison for a murder I’m certain he didn’t commit.