Hello World by Walic Thomas

First, I’d like to express my sincere condolences to the victim’s family as well as my family and those who were close to me. Especially those of you who have walked within this horrible journey with me. To you I offer my sincere apologies! Knowing this was not the path my life was supposed to take. One of the most difficult things about this illegal process has not been the level of support because that has been less than I’ve expected but being given the “Benefit of doubt.” There should be no mere justification of things simply because I was out in the streets with those citizens the state of North Carolina hates. Hello World is simply the vehicle in which I shall show with official legal documents that was hidden from me and my defense before trial, during trial, and after trial. So I place that same “Benefit of Doubt” on the table now. As my sold “innocence” shall be manifested! So Hello World. My name is Mr. Walic Christopher Thomas. I shall not mention the word “innocence” again as I will unfold my illegal conviction and subsequent sentence step-by-step and allow you, the public, to place whatever appellation you choose upon me and my current situation. Welcome to the face and belly of the beast.

On September 9th, 1995, prior to this date I arrived in Greensboro, North Carolina from Detroit, Michigan on August 25th, 1995. My arrival was planned due to the fact I was told I had a robbery charge the city said I committed. My intentions were to clear up this situation and head back to Detroit. While in Greensboro, I was staying with an ex-girlfriend’s daughter living in a motel while awaiting my court date. Eventually the pull of the streets pulled me to 707 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive where I housed up with a woman named Linda (last name withheld). I roamed the streets hustling while Linda went to work Monday thru Friday. While out in the streets I witnessed all kind of crimes. I started to leave Greensboro and say screw the Robbery charge! Of course I’d seen and witnessed that kinda life and circumstances all my life yet I strongly feel like this scene at best was a premonition of some sort? In some respects I should’ve left thinking back on it now! On September 9th, 1995, there was a party at 707 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive. There was plenty of women, drugs, and drinking. A t some point a couple of Linda’s friends (males) asked me to ride with them to collect money from someone they knew. Since Linda said they were cool before she left for work, relaying “they’re cool” in my head later that night, I rode with them

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