People v. State

I have a distant memory from when I was about four years old. I told my grandma, with whom I was living, that I wanted to draw a picture of my dad. So I drew him, though I didn’t really remember what he looked like. I drew the bars in front of him. I drew the “cops” standing guard outside his cage. I drew pig snouts on the cops. I showed the picture to my grandma. I remember her not being pleased, as I thought she would be. She said something about my dad having done wrong. I imagine she was troubled by my nascent contempt for “the law.” She didn’t want her grandson to wind up where her son was. All I knew in my four-year-old mind was that some people had locked my dad up in a cage and wouldn’t let him go. That’s why I couldn’t see him. Who were these people?

Maybe it would be better that 2 million guilty persons escape, than that 2 million guilty persons suffer what the State calls Justice.

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