The terrifying story of a man without hope, steeling himself for the final ordeal of the electric chair. John Resko sat in the Death House at Sing Sing waiting for the electric chair. Twenty minutes of life were left to him when the reprieve came. Twice more he endured this agony; twice more he was reprieved. What were his thoughts as the seconds raced him to the chair? What does if feel like to know that you are going to die?
No one. No Hunkies, no Spicks. No niggers and no Hoosiers. No Christ-killer no Christ-worshipers. No junkies and no torpedoes. Announcement and pronouncements were made by the front office and were rejected by the very minorities they were designed to aid.