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How a Death Row Inmate Found Peace Before Execution “Every day when the cell door closes in the evening, I thought, this is my grave. But now when the cell door closes, I close my eyes and this has become my Bodhi tree. Prison is an extreme situation in...

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I am putting this on the record tonight. I believe my life is in danger. I am receiving death threats online, on X, on Facebook, and locally here in East Texas. This is happening because I keep telling the truth. You may not like how I say it. You may not like how direct I am. You may not like the way I present things. But I have not lied to people. I have told the truth, even when it was ugly, even when it made people uncomfortable, even when it cost me. And now, because I am telling the truth, people are attacking me, threatening me, lying about me, and trying to put me back in a cell. It appears my bond may have been revoked tonight simply because I spoke on social media, defended myself, and responded to public lies being told about me. Let me be clear: A gun was never pulled. Not drawn. Not pointed. Not brandished. That story is false. And now the only thing I have left is the truth. So I am releasing the evidence. The video. The timeline. The motions. The documents. The receipts. The public statements. The record. Full disclosure starts tonight. I am not asking anyone to threaten anyone. I am not asking anyone to harass anyone. I am not asking anyone to contact anyone. I am asking people to watch, read, save, share, and understand what is happening. Because if they throw me back in jail and suppress the evidence, then the false story wins. I cannot allow that. Truth is my defense. Truth is my protection. Truth is my only saving grace right now. Everything I have is coming out. Tonight. 👉

Ryan Nichols Sr.

15,801 views • 2 months ago

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April Huggett

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