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Poor Justice (excerpt)
I was at work when Mom called. I could hear the shakiness in her voice. Will. Arrested. I thought it might be for selling drugs. I didn’t really know much about his life, but I suspected he was doing some shady stuff. Mom, of course, was oblivious to anything that Will could possibly be doing that might be on the other side of the law. She was as convinced that he was a good boy as much as she was convinced that Noah literally took two of each animal on the ark. That God literally spoke through a burning bush. That was Mom. And now she was in crisis. I could hear it in her voice.
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She said she could hear the shouting and the clanging and all the noise in the jail when he called her. She didn’t have money for a lawyer. I suggested she call Aunt Frankie and Uncle Harvey. She said she did call them, but Frankie didn’t offer money, and she just didn’t have the nerve to ask them.
God would provide, she insisted. All of this in a ten minute conversation. I honestly didn’t think it was such a big deal at the time. I had never heard of the Shelby County Jail and the conditions there. Had I known anything, I would have dropped the phone and run like a mad woman to try and save my brother. I couldn’t believe they would put him in a place like that. What the hell had he done?