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Fear and Loathing in Mississippi: The Resurrection of Howard M. Neal

69-year-old Howard M. Neal, once trapped in the merciless jaws of Mississippi’s death row, is about to step back into the twisted spotlight of the legal circus. Why? Because, dear reader, they say he’s got the devil’s own curse upon him: intellectual disabilities. And that, my friends, is a game-changer. The kind that might just turn the tides of fate and give this man a shot at something he’d never even dreamed of: parole.

In a unanimous proclamation that rang through the stale chambers of justice like a shotgun blast, the state Supreme Court of Mississippi declared on a Thursday like any other that Howard M. Neal, a name that echoes with the dark resonances of a bygone era, is to have his fate reshaped once again. Neal, who dared to scrawl his desperate plea for salvation in ink-stained letters, reached out to those hallowed justices back in June, his plea carried on the wings of hope and poor health. And in a twist that could only be born of the twisted minds that rule over such matters, the state’s attorney general’s office responded in agreement on that fateful August 9th, acknowledging that Neal deserved a taste of a different kind of life behind bars – one with a glimmer of possibility, a whisper of freedom: life imprisonment with a faint chance of parole.

Ah, but let us not forget the black mark that brought Neal to this precipice of destiny – a conviction etched in the annals of time like a sinister graffiti tag. A conviction dating back to 1982, when the world was a different place and Neal was a different man. A man whose hands were stained with the blood of his own kin, a 13-year-old half-niece named Amanda Joy Neal. The sordid tale unfolds in the shadows of Mississippi’s capital, Lawrence County, a place where death danced hand in hand with another felony, and where Neal’s fate was sealed by a jury’s unanimous verdict.

But hold your horses, dear reader, for the tale takes a darker turn. In the year 2017, with the winds of change howling through the arid wastelands of southern California, investigators sought to unravel another chapter of Neal’s grim saga. Two bodies, discarded like refuse in the unforgiving desert, a tableau of horror painted in the hues of desperation and violence. Neal’s involvement? A macabre tale of hitchhiking souls, deadly arguments, and a woman ravaged by the vilest of intentions. The evidence stacked up, and Neal’s words became his shackles as he confessed to picking up that ill-fated pair, to igniting the spark of chaos that led to death’s embrace. They say he shot the man, but not before igniting a sickening fire of lust, leaving his mark upon the woman in the most vile and degrading of ways.

Yet, there’s more. The echoes of Neal’s twisted past reverberate through the corridors of his life. The courts, those arcane adjudicators of human fate, noted that Neal’s education was stunted, halted like a broken-down carnival ride stuck in the shadows of his childhood. Second grade was the furthest he ever got, a testament to the snarling grip of intellectual disabilities that had him in its clutches by age 10. Sent away to schools meant for those whose minds were their captors, Neal became a creature of a different breed – one that didn’t fit the tidy boxes of law and order, sanity and reason.

Fast forward, dear reader, to the year 2002. A time when the U.S. Supreme Court donned its moral mantle and declared the execution of the intellectually disabled to be an abomination, a crime against humanity too far even for their austere taste. And so, in a twisted twist of its own, Mississippi’s courts, fumbling in the dark for a lifeline, clutched at a state law that demanded a second chance for those whose death had been deemed unconstitutional. Neal was caught in the crossfire, a pawn in a legal chess game, and the outcome was a new sentence: life without parole, a slow, agonizing descent into the abyss.

But wait, the saga takes a twist of its own. 2015 saw Mississippi’s highest justices decree that this second chance was reserved only for those in Neal’s tribe – those cursed with the same intellectual affliction. A ruling that sought to separate the wheat from the chaff of condemned souls, to decide who was worthy of a reprieve from the shadows of the executioner’s axe.

And now, as the wheels of justice creak and groan like a rusted carnival ride, we find ourselves in 2023, a year that Neal never thought he’d live to see. The attorney general’s office, that bureaucratic leviathan, has spoken once again. Their words, cold and calculating, echo those of yesteryears: “materially indistinguishable.” A phrase that could mean the difference between the taste of freedom and the stale air of a cell.

The tale takes its final turn, dear reader, and where it will end, even the sages cannot foresee. The corridors of power, the chambers of judgment, and the twisted pathways of a mind once warped by fate – all converge in the story of Howard M. Neal, a man who dances on the edge of shadows, his fate bound by the capricious winds of the legal storm.

Hold onto your hats, folks, for the ride is far from over.

(Image: Howard M. Neal stands for a photo in 2023. Neal will be resentenced to life with the possibility of parole.)**Fear and Loathing in Mississippi: The Resurrection of Howard M. Neal**

69-year-old Howard M. Neal, once trapped in the merciless jaws of Mississippi’s death row, is about to step back into the twisted spotlight of the legal circus. Why? Because, dear reader, they say he’s got the devil’s own curse upon him: intellectual disabilities. And that, my friends, is a game-changer. The kind that might just turn the tides of fate and give this man a shot at something he’d never even dreamed of: parole.

In a unanimous proclamation that rang through the stale chambers of justice like a shotgun blast, the state Supreme Court of Mississippi declared on a Thursday like any other that Howard M. Neal, a name that echoes with the dark resonances of a bygone era, is to have his fate reshaped once again. Neal, who dared to scrawl his desperate plea for salvation in ink-stained letters, reached out to those hallowed justices back in June, his plea carried on the wings of hope and poor health. And in a twist that could only be born of the twisted minds that rule over such matters, the state’s attorney general’s office responded in agreement on that fateful August 9th, acknowledging that Neal deserved a taste of a different kind of life behind bars – one with a glimmer of possibility, a whisper of freedom: life imprisonment with a faint chance of parole.

Ah, but let us not forget the black mark that brought Neal to this precipice of destiny – a conviction etched in the annals of time like a sinister graffiti tag. A conviction dating back to 1982, when the world was a different place and Neal was a different man. A man whose hands were stained with the blood of his own kin, a 13-year-old half-niece named Amanda Joy Neal. The sordid tale unfolds in the shadows of Mississippi’s capital, Lawrence County, a place where death danced hand in hand with another felony, and where Neal’s fate was sealed by a jury’s unanimous verdict.

But hold your horses, dear reader, for the tale takes a darker turn. In the year 2017, with the winds of change howling through the arid wastelands of southern California, investigators sought to unravel another chapter of Neal’s grim saga. Two bodies, discarded like refuse in the unforgiving desert, a tableau of horror painted in the hues of desperation and violence. Neal’s involvement? A macabre tale of hitchhiking souls, deadly arguments, and a woman ravaged by the vilest of intentions. The evidence stacked up, and Neal’s words became his shackles as he confessed to picking up that ill-fated pair, to igniting the spark of chaos that led to death’s embrace. They say he shot the man, but not before igniting a sickening fire of lust, leaving his mark upon the woman in the most vile and degrading of ways.

Yet, there’s more. The echoes of Neal’s twisted past reverberate through the corridors of his life. The courts, those arcane adjudicators of human fate, noted that Neal’s education was stunted, halted like a broken-down carnival ride stuck in the shadows of his childhood. Second grade was the furthest he ever got, a testament to the snarling grip of intellectual disabilities that had him in its clutches by age 10. Sent away to schools meant for those whose minds were their captors, Neal became a creature of a different breed – one that didn’t fit the tidy boxes of law and order, sanity and reason.

Fast forward, dear reader, to the year 2002. A time when the U.S. Supreme Court donned its moral mantle and declared the execution of the intellectually disabled to be an abomination, a crime against humanity too far even for their austere taste. And so, in a twisted twist of its own, Mississippi’s courts, fumbling in the dark for a lifeline, clutched at a state law that demanded a second chance for those whose death had been deemed unconstitutional. Neal was caught in the crossfire, a pawn in a legal chess game, and the outcome was a new sentence: life without parole, a slow, agonizing descent into the abyss.

But wait, the saga takes a twist of its own. 2015 saw Mississippi’s highest justices decree that this second chance was reserved only for those in Neal’s tribe – those cursed with the same intellectual affliction. A ruling that sought to separate the wheat from the chaff of condemned souls, to decide who was worthy of a reprieve from the shadows of the executioner’s axe.

And now, as the wheels of justice creak and groan like a rusted carnival ride, we find ourselves in 2023, a year that Neal never thought he’d live to see. The attorney general’s office, that bureaucratic leviathan, has spoken once again. Their words, cold and calculating, echo those of yesteryears: “materially indistinguishable.” A phrase that could mean the difference between the taste of freedom and the stale air of a cell.

The tale takes its final turn, dear reader, and where it will end, even the sages cannot foresee. The corridors of power, the chambers of judgment, and the twisted pathways of a mind once warped by fate – all converge in the story of Howard M. Neal, a man who dances on the edge of shadows, his fate bound by the capricious winds of the legal storm.

Hold onto your hats, folks, for the ride is far from over.

(Image: Howard M. Neal stands for a photo in 2023. Neal will be resentenced to life with the possibility of parole.)