I could block out the scenes like we did in school. The film will be the story of my life. No, not my life, but of this experience. I'll write it down in the notebook they let me keep. I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me.
Camera goes slowly down grim, gray corridor.
Most of the voices are clearly Black or Hispanic. Camera stops and slowly turns toward a cell. He is thin, brown skinned. On the cot next to him are the suit and tie he is to wear to court for the start of his trial. Ain't no use putting the blanket over your head, man.