After years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit, he was finally released— right on time for the pandemic

The day that Kevin Harrington went into quarantine was a joyous one.

He flung open the door to room No. 305 at the Extended Stay America in Canton, Mich., and flopped down on the full-sized mattress, which felt so plush he imagined he was on a cloud.

The next day he took three long, hot showers — just because he could.

He ordered in hamburgers, fries, milkshakes, thick slabs of French toast crusted with cornflakes and topped with bananas Foster sauce, candied pecans and mixed berries.

More than once he simply told the person taking his order: “Surprise me.”

For many Americans, quarantine in the face of the COVID-19 pandemic has been a sort of prison. For Harrington, it was freedom.

Kevin Harrington loads his belongings into his nephew’s car, putting an end to his quarantine.

(Family photo)

He knew what real prison was like, having come directly from the Macomb Correctional Facility, where he had been serving a life sentence for murder until a judge exonerated him.

Now, after nearly 18 years, he was no longer inmate No. 447846.

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Growing up outside Detroit in the predominantly black city of Inkster, Harrington never thought much about freedom, even when he saw police arresting drivers or harassing neighborhood kids.

He was the youngest of three children, all raised by their mother, who worked as a nurse’s aide for psychiatric patients in residential treatment centers. They would see their father on weekends.

Harrington did well in school, and in the fall of 2002, the 20-year-old became a freshman business major at Wilberforce University in Ohio — the first in his family to attend college.

“There was a great future awaiting him,” said his mother, Pauline Lawrence. “I was so proud.”

Then on Oct. 19, 2002, Harrington was at a bus station in Ann Arbor when six police officers walked up to him and said he was under arrest for murder.

A witness had implicated him in the homicide of a 45-year-old man whose body had been left in a field in Inkster three weeks earlier. In a long interrogation, the witness told police that she had seen Harrington and another man beat the victim with a pipe before shooting him.

Harrington’s first prosecution ended in a mistrial. As prosecutors prepared to retry him, he vowed to establish his innocence.

In the meantime, he began to learn how to survive behind bars.

‘Freedom to me means doing the right thing, real justice.’

Kevin Harrington

Each morning before his feet touched the concrete floor in his cell at the Wayne County jail, he told himself: “Today is the day that victory is here.” Then he would pray and put on earphones to listen to the same gospel music his mother blasted in the house.

Whenever he would make a collect call, the person on the receiving end would hear: “You have a collect call from Blessed and Highly Favored.”

In the spring of 2005, Harrington went on trial again.

The case appeared to fall apart when the woman who claimed she had seen the killing took the stand and recanted the statement she had given to police. But the trial ended in a hung jury, as did a third trial that fall.

Prosecutors then offered Harrington a deal: Plead guilty and go home in four years. It was a sure path to freedom.

But he refused.

“I wanted nothing more than to go home, but I was willing to sacrifice my life for what’s right,” he said. “Freedom to me means doing the right thing, real justice.”

And so in January 2006, Harrington went on trial for the fourth time.

The key witness again testified that she had made up her original statement, but the judge allowed it to be read in court anyway.

The jury deliberated for two days before finding Harrington guilty. He was sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole.

Kevin Harrington, center, with sister Sherica and brother Michael

Kevin Harrington, center, with sister Sherica and brother Michael.

(Family photo)

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Harrington was transferred from the county jail into the state prison system. Over the next 14 years, he lived in 13 different lockups.

The toughest period was his three years at the Chippewa Correctional Facility upstate, because his mother and nephews could only make the drive — 335 miles each way — every four or five months.

He called each of them collect every other day and tried to make sure they all knew they could talk about anything — “big stuff, little stuff, breakups, whatever.”

But each call was automatically cut off after 15 minutes.

As years passed and Harrington established a record of model behavior, he was allowed to spend more time outside his cell. He relished the opportunity to lift weights and attend a Protestant service each Sunday.

But his most cherished retreat was the law library. Each prison had one, and Harrington spent as much time as he could researching his case, which in 2009 was taken up by the Innocence Clinic at the University of Michigan Law School.

In his mind, learning was the closest thing to freedom. He never minded helping other inmates with their legal proceedings.

One day Harrington was returning to his cell when a friend — known to everyone as Big Pee-wee — saw him sobbing. A judge had just turned down yet another one of his appeals.

Big Pee-wee hugged him and said, “Listen, man, you gonna make it outta here. Believe that.”

But leaving one prison only meant relocating to another.

When he arrived at Macomb in 2017, he was disappointed to find that his cell — which he shared with another inmate — was only 10 feet long and 7 ½ feet wide.

It had a bunk bed, two desks and two lockers, but no toilet. If he needed to go after lights were out, he had to hold it. If he got thirsty during the night, tough.

But at least it was only 40 minutes from Inkster, so his family was able to visit about once a month.

Harrington also found his way back to a college classroom. He was one of 10 inmates who attended a University of Michigan philosophy class alongside 10 undergraduates who visited the prison each Tuesday evening for an entire semester.

He also would have liked to study cooking, horticulture or auto shop, but those classes were not open to lifers.

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It would take the work of 27 different law students over the course of a decade, but the case for Harrington’s exoneration began to take shape.

Records showed that the key witness had denied any knowledge of the crime at least 23 times before the detective interrogating her repeatedly suggested that she could be separated from her children if she failed to supply the information he wanted.

Last fall, the Wayne County Prosecutor’s Conviction Integrity Unit, which investigates claims of innocence, took up the case, and by this spring, Harrington and his legal team began to feel hopeful.

But first he had to survive the pandemic.

Prisons across the country were being ravaged by the virus, and Michigan was no exception. At least 62 inmates across the state would die of COVID-19.

Many of the freedoms Harrington had enjoyed disappeared as prison officials tried to slow the spread. In late March, they canceled religious services and closed the law library.

Classrooms were converted into isolation wards for the infected. With the mess hall closed, Harrington and the other inmates ate in their cells.

“I ain’t about to let no little coronavirus scare me,” Harrington said he thought at first. “… I’d already been fighting for my life for 17 years, so I figured, ‘Alright, guess I gotta fight you too.’ ”

Then the virus killed William Garrison, one of the inmates who would sometimes join him to study law and, after nearly 44 years in prison, was slated to be released in May.

Kevin Harrington packs up at Michigan hotel

Kevin Harrington packs up to leave a hotel in Canton, Mich.

(Family photo)

“He was on his way home,” Harrington said. “It’s sad. Very, very sad.”

On April 21, eight days after Garrison’s death, the judge threw out the murder convictions of both Harrington and the other man who had been falsely accused by the same witness and wrongly convicted.

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Harrington found out an hour later, when a guard asked for his clothing size in order to supply him with khaki exit garb.

He thanked the officer but turned him down before rushing to the phone banks to place his final collect call from prison.

“We’re on our way!” his mother screamed.

Harrington returned to his cell, put on his own white T-shirt and maroon shorts and grabbed his 13-inch flat-screen television, earphones, packs of ramen noodles and other possessions. Then he walked down the corridor handing them out through the bars.

As for the things he wanted to keep, he filled one giant trash bag with letters and photos and four others with his legal paperwork, and then piled them all onto a pushcart.

At 3 p.m., he exited the administration building’s sliding doors, stepped into the parking lot, fell to his knees and thanked God. He was 37 and a free man.

His mother shrieked and banged a tambourine against her palm as she resisted the urge to embrace her son. Their faces covered by masks, relatives and friends cheered from a safe distance.

Then one of his nephews, who is a nurse, drove him to the hotel and helped him sanitize the room.

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Harrington didn’t have any symptoms of the coronavirus. But he thought it best to spend 14 days in solitude.

“I understand the significance of doing the right thing in regards to social distancing,” he said. “I have older people in my family and definitely don’t want anything to affect their well-being.”

Relatives had chipped in to buy him an iPhone, and he spent that first evening of freedom FaceTiming with them.

Around 8 p.m., he decided to take a walk but was unable to bring himself to leave the hotel parking lot. Prisoners were never allowed out at night.

He felt exhausted but struggled to fall asleep in the darkness. Finally, he turned on the bathroom light, remembering that in prison he’d gone to bed with the lights on.

The next morning, he prayed, just as he had when he was locked up. After breakfast, he took another walk, this time going a few blocks. It became his morning routine.

Each day Harrington ventured farther. He wore a gray pleather mask, but eventually he started taking it off. He liked the feeling of the air on his mouth.

Back in his room, he would flip on the television and watch the news for hours. He strongly disagreed with protesters who claimed stay-at-home orders were a violation of their freedoms.

Soon he found “The Last Dance,” the ESPN documentary series about Michael Jordan, one of his childhood heroes.

Harrington marveled at all the things now under his control. When to eat. When the lights go on and off. When to crank up the thermostat. How long to stay on the phone.

That was freedom.

Two law students who had worked on his case set up a GoFundMe page that has raised more than $22,000 to help him restart his life. He planned to rent an apartment as soon as quarantine ended.

Kevin Harrington takes a selfie at Walmart

A selfie of Kevin Harrington at Walmart.

(Kevin Harrington)

Under Michigan’s Wrongful Imprisonment Compensation Act, he may be entitled to nearly $900,000. His attorneys also plan to sue the city of Inkster and the detective who handled the case. Money could start to correct the injustice.

But what Harrington said he believes would really be fair is that those who worked to incarcerate him spend 17 years, six months, two days and 35 minutes away from their loved ones — all that time wondering, How the hell am I even here?

Back in his hotel room, he could do as he pleased — even take a break from his quarantine.

After four days, he was running out of shampoo and clean socks and realized he also badly needed new lenses for his glasses. He had to make it through the next 10 days alone.

His nephew picked him up and drove him to Walmart.

There was an entire aisle just for shampoo. He didn’t know where to start. The optical section, he was told, was closed because of the pandemic.

“When will it reopen?” he asked a saleswoman.

“Who knows?” she said.

Harrington could wait. He had time.

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