For 27 years, I've been in Donald Trump's crosshairs.
I'm a member of the Central Park Five, a group of teenagers imprisoned for a brutal sexual assault in Central Park in 1989. When we were arrested, the police deprived us of food, drink or sleep for more than 24 hours. Under duress, four of us falsely confessed. Though we were innocent, we spent our formative years in prison, branded as rapists.
During our trial, it seemed as if every New Yorker had an opinion. But no one took it further than Trump. He called for blood in the most public way possible. Trump used his money to take out full-page ads in all of the city's major newspapers, calling for the reinstatement of the death penalty in New York.
During that time, our families tried to shield us from what was going on in the media, but we still found out about Trump's ad. My initial thought was, "Who is this guy?" I was terrified that I might be executed for a crime I didn't commit.