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Sometimes, you just gotta be there…

During my federal trial back in ’90 for cocaine conspiracy (theirs, not mine…), I was sick at one point and the trial was adjourned for a couple of days.  Thru my court-appointed attorney, I complained of the lack of medical care.

Of the two side-by-side  jails in Detroit, the old one was especially rife with sickness.  In the summer, we sat around in our underwear, sweat just pouring down.  In the winter, freezing.

I recall at one point a deputy sheriff making his rounds recognized me.  As a criminal defense investigator in Detroit for 17 years, I used to have a jail security pass to visit clients, many of the guards knew me.

He motioned to the other end of the bullpen and asked, “What the f*** are you doing here, Mac?”

I answered, “Don’t you watch TV?  Read the papers?” more…

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Angel & Ebony…

In the beginning of this prison journey, I was regularly bused back and forth between the Wayne County Jail (Detroit) and the federal courthouse.  One early morning, I was placed in a near-vacant holding cell by the sheriff’s deputies as one of them knew me from my 17-yrs as a criminal defense investigator visiting clients.

American GulagThe alternative was being held in the larger common cell packed cheek to jowl with prisoners, most could barely be described as socially “habilitated.”

Jails are the worst. There’s no rational control. Groups of these jailhouse bumbaclots regularly played the booty game of threat and intimidation.  Prison tends to sort that silliness out.  more…