No amount of money can compensate for 30 years of brutalization and confinement. Nothing can compensate for the suffering of family and the decades of love and experience with them.
Nothing can compensate for decades of lost opportunity to make something of my life.
Nothing can compensate for the emotion damage to me as a person.
Nothing and compensate for the damage to my body and my health that imprisonment produced that will shorten the rest of my life.
Nothing can compensate for 30 years of humiliation and rage at the injustice.
No matter how large the financial and other compensation, I am still 30 years older, and brutalized, damaged, unloved, debilitated, and chewed up inside.
Money can only make misery more “comfortable.”
Can I spend time with parents that died while I was in prison?
Can I be a good husband or father and spend a lifetime raising them and sharing life with someone I love?
Can I get my emotional health back?
Can my body be restored?
Can I live a full and life as a whole human being?
Any amount I can’t outlive will be a suitable but ultimately meaningless compensation.