Posted to HuffPo Religion 9/23/11

One of the interesting things about Facebook is how it can sometimes burst the protective bubbles in which we often hold our more important moral conversations and force us to do some actual reflection. On Wednesday night, I watched in horror and shame as my home state of Georgia killed one of its citizens because he had been unable to "prove his innocence" before the final sands of legal process dropped away, despite the steadfast presence of what can only be described as reasonable doubt of his guilt. I lit a virtual candle on my own Facebook page; I affirmed that "I am Troy Davis" in the sense that if it could happen to him, it could happen to me; I commiserated virtually with some other like-minded friends about the tragedy of Davis' death, the barbarity of the death penalty and the injustice of its selective and flawed application, and went to bed. 

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