FRANK GREEN Richmond Times-Dispatch There were nights when satellite trucks crowded the asphalt in front of the Greensville Correctional Center. Generators hummed and reporters did stand-ups washed in brilliant light. Scores of cameras were aimed at a portable lectern where officials announced the times of death and last words of inmates whose still warm bodies were headed for the medical examinerâs office in Richmond to be autopsied and recorded as homicides. Candle-carrying protesters gathered in the rural darkness in a field several hundred yards from the prison in Jarratt. Their prayers and vigils completed, they packed up for long rides home vowing to return the next time.