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I have been a public defender for 1 year and I feel very unhealthy. I hate it here.
I spent all day watching, pretty helplessly, as dozens of my clients got high bails and sent to jail. The DA asked for $999,999 on everyone except for maybe 5 people. I have the receipts.
At one point, I found myself almost yelling my arguments—It’s a big deal to put someone in jail! Let him come to court on his own! He’s a dad! She’s going to lose her job! Cops didn’t get the whole story! These are just accusations at this point!
It did not matter.
It did not matter.
All the while, cops, in that room to get their warrants signed, sneared and laughed and made comments about knowing my clients were guilty.
Once I got home, I stress napped and watched Netflix. Now as I drive to Target, I can’t hold back the tears.
I’m thinking about the folks sitting at police districts all over the city right now, waiting for their hearing where they WILL get railroaded and sent to jail.
There is no justice here. I have no peace.
There is no justice here. I have no peace.
