Death Row Inmates

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South Carolina Department Of Corrections - Operations - Death Row
... The state's death row for men is located at Lieber Correctional Institution ... The state's death row for women is located at the Camille Griffin Graham Correctional Institution ... From 1912 to January 1990 male death row inmates were housed in the Central Correctional Institution (CCI) ...
Ohio State Penitentiary
... The Ohio State Penitentiary is a 502-inmate capacity supermax Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Correction prison in Youngstown, Ohio ... Level 5 inmates occupy cells that are 6½ × 11 feet and include a sink, toilet, desk, stool, and a slab of concrete with a thin mattress ... These inmates are in lock down for twenty-three hours per day in their cell ...
Potosi Correctional Center - Death Row
... In April 1989 the state transferred its 70 death row inmates from Jefferson City Correctional Center (JCCC, originally Missouri State Penitentiary) to Potosi ... approved some modifications to the consent decree before the inmates were moved to Potosi ... Originally death row prisoners lived in a 92-bed, two wing facility at PCC ...
Allan B. Polunsky Unit - History
... did not associate the prison with the death penalty, as the state's death row inmates were housed at the Ellis Unit in Huntsville ... In November 1998 Martin Gurule, a death row inmate in the Ellis Unit, escaped ... After the incident occurred, the TDCJ considered moving the death row for men, and the Terrell Unit was the favored choice for the relocation ...

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    The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
    Georg Büchner (1813–1837)

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