The reputational damage I still bear from my wrongful conviction is incalculable, but here's a taste. I make a joke about that time I was horrifically locked in a prison cell for 4 years for a murder I had nothing to do with, and I get these responses.
All these people think I'm either a killer or that I am not allowed to laugh at my own trauma. Why? Because of a decade+ of slanderous media coverage. Because of confirmation bias. Because of misogyny.
These are people lacking in compassion and imagination. They refuse to imagine what it would be like to be in my shoes: for my roommate to be murdered by Rudy Guede, a man whose name they likely don't even know,
to blamed for his crimes and vilified on a global scale for the rest of my life, despite my definitive acquittal, despite how my wrongful conviction is a practical textbook example of how justice goes awry:
Incentivized informants, flawed forensics, prosecutorial tunnel vision, false confessions. What happened to me is really not that different from what happened to the Central Park Five, or the West Memphis Three.
And anyone who works with the @innocence project or in criminal justice reform knows this. And yet, I continue to be vilified. I continue to be shamed for existing, for having the audacity to process my own trauma with humor at times.
In spite of this injustice I still suffer every single day of my life, I hold my head high. I know my exoneree brothers and sisters have my back. I know criminal justice advocates understand.
I know there are plenty of you out there who follow the nuanced and compassionate work I do in my journalism and on my podcast, Labyrinths. Thank you for balancing out this hate. Thank you for standing up for me, for reason, and for justice.
I still often feel that the deck is stacked against me. That there are millions who bought into the lies from the prosecution and the tabloids, that I have no hope of truly recovering my reputation.
I honestly don't know what to do about that other than be the person I am and enact the values that matter to me: honesty, compassion, the pursuit of truth even when uncomfortable, a willingness to laugh even while facing serious issues.
People have often asked me why I never changed my name. You know why? Because I have perfectly good name, & I've never done anything to tarnish that name. So I bear it proudly, even if it still conjures in the minds of millions of people: killer, slut, liar.
I know who I am, and I'm proud of who I am. But changing my reputation still matters. My work is my livelihood, and many write me off still as a villain, or a waste of space. You can help me change that.
So I humbly ask: If you're a fan of my work, please, tell people! Help me turn this wreck of a reputation around.

In the meantime, thank you for allowing me to be a person - with hopes and flaws and, yes, a sense of humor.

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24 Jul
One of the unexpected gifts from my wrongful conviction is that I have become acutely aware of the cognitive biases that we are all susceptible to, and thus better able to avoid them in my own thinking.

/ a thread
One reason I still receive so much vitriol is THE ANCHORING BIAS: the tendency to rely on the first piece of information, regardless of its validity. The first thing most people heard about me was that I was a suspected killer. That colors everything else they ever hear about me.
The BASE RATE FALLACY is the tendency to ignore general information and focus only on the specifics of one case. Those who believe conspiracy theories about my guilt rarely look at general info regarding wrongful convictions. If they did, they’d see how common my case is.
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7 Jul
I live in two overlapping worlds. In one, I’m seen as a monster. In the other, people value my work.

/ A thread.
One of these worlds is based in reality. The other is not, and yet that false world often feels stronger, ineradicable.
The day I was acquitted and released from prison, I thought I had escaped the labyrinth.
Read 27 tweets
14 May
Father’s Day is coming up. What should I get Matt Damon?

I joke, but I do have complicated feelings about the fact that Hollywood continues to generate millions of dollars, usually without my consent or input, off the “Inspired by Amanda Knox” genre. I guess that makes me a job creator?
It’s not just this Stillwater film, but most recently, the Flight Attendant, & the Fox show Proven Innocent with Kelsey Grammer that was literally pitched as “What if Amanda Knox became a lawyer to fight for the innocent?”
Read 15 tweets
3 Feb
The poetry world is currently in an uproar over the Feb issue of @poetrymagazine, “The Practice of Freedom,” which is devoted to the work of currently & formerly incarcerated people, their families, & those adjacent to the carceral state. Why is everyone so mad?
The editors of @poetrymagazine chose to include a poem by Kirk Nesset, who was recently released after serving 6 years in prison for possession & distribution of child pornography.

poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine…
Nesset was in possession of over half a million images of child porn, including images of infant-rape. He stored & shared these images online. There's no evidence he himself produced any child porn or directly molested or raped any children.

alleghenycampus.com/19000/news/for…
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30 Jan
People often assume that the worst my moment of my life was that first guilty verdict, where I collapsed in the courtroom. Or that nothing could be worse than those years trapped in a cell. They’re wrong. The worst moment of my life was my interrogation. A thread:
I was 20, I was 3000 miles from home, my friend had just been killed, the killer was on the loose, and I spoke Italian maybe as well as a ten-year-old. I was confused and afraid.
In that state, a group of seasoned adults questioned me without an attorney for 53 hours over 5 days in a language I could barely speak. And they lied to me repeatedly. They told me I was a witness, that I was helping them. A lie.
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