Kenneth Foster

Kenneth Foster Journal Entry from August 30

Resurrection: August 30th, 2007

Like thieves in the night they swooped me up. It was the eve of my
own State sanctioned murder, approximately 8:20 PM and I was
listening to shout-outs pour in to me on 96.1 KDOL.

Unexpectedly, there was a knock at my cell door.

There stood a death row Lieutenant and 2 Wardens (Simmons and Hirch.)
"Strip out!" was the Lieutenant's order. "For what reason?" I
responded. "Because we told you to" was all that I got back. Having
no idea what the situation could be I complied with the order.
Though I was being provoked I didn't want to act before knowing what
the situation was. I stripped out and exited the cell. I could feel
in my bones that something wasn't right. And as we exited the pod my
feelings were true - there waiting for me was a 5 man extraction team
and all of the shift supervisors (several Sergeants) and to top it
off several plain clothed people (at first I thought these were
Sheriffs, but later found out that it was the TDC Regional Director
Mr. Treon and the Warden from the Walls Unit.) As soon as I set my
eyes on this circus like spectacle I immediately dropped to the
ground and announced that I wasn't going anywhere until somebody told
me where I was going and why. In his typical tyranical rage Warden
Hirch said "I told you we'd tell you when you got up the hallway." I