Whenever I was at the courthouse for a hearing, I realized the deputy marshals would turn their badges around any time they had to be near me. My attorney and I both wondered what that was about. Later when he was visiting me in the courthouse lockup, he noticed some text blotted out on the visiting form he had to sign. When he held it up to the light, he could read the print through the paper. He shook his head and said to me, "You’re not going to believe this." Then he read me the blacked-out text: