In our criminal justice system, you stand before the court in one of two ways: either guilty or innocent. You are innocent until proven guilty, or you are guilty until you prove your innocence. For me, the latter was true, as I was presumed guilty and had to prove my innocence. Lawyers, especially public defenders, should have faith when their cli-ent tells them, "I didn't do this. My life is in your hands. Help me in any possible way you can. I will do anything you tell me to do. That is what I will do to help you prove my innocence." Additionally, a District Attor-ney (DA) should be concerned with finding truth and justice, rather than just winning cases and risking the conviction of an innocent person. In late August of 1989, at approximately 11:00 P.M., I was walking with some friends from a club. I was a little intoxicated, and was being loud and having fun the way young people do. We got into a little scuffle, nothing major, but the police were there. They saw it, and they arrested all of us – my friends, three others, and myself. While at the police station, one of the police officers said to me, "You look like a rape suspect we are trying to find." At first, I thought he was joking, but the look on his face when he said, "Do I look like I'm joking?," brought tears to my eyes and I knew this was no joke. I have always tried to claim that I was a tough guy. I was young, only twenty-three years old with few worries, but the look on his face scared me, and I cried. I told him, "Wait a minute, hold on, you really have to be kidding me. My name is Neil J. Miller, go look it up. Stop playing." He went and looked it up. He said, "Yep, you're the one we're looking for." I exclaimed, "Hold up, hold up, hold up! I can give you dates for each and every time in question and can tell you where I've been, and I have people who can verify this." He said, "Well, you'll get your time, but right now, you're being charged with rape." I have four sisters, a number of aunts and cousins; in fact, eighty-five percent of my family are females. I love them all dearly, have great re-spect for them and all women, and was completely mortified that I was actually being accused of rape. At my trial, I listened t o the District Attorney make me out to be an ugly monster. I listened to the victim. I held back my tears because I was thinking about my sisters while that victim sat there and said, "Yes, he's * Neil Miller was wrongly convicted of rape in 1990. Mr. Miller spent ten years in jail before being exonerated by post-conviction DNA testing.