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…