A Thirst for Justice
“They booked me into a cell where there was a paper sign over the toilet saying DON’T DRINK THE WATER.”
In the fall of 2015, I was arrested in Flint, Michigan, by the FBI, for a bank robbery I committed earlier that year in California.
After a brief interview, I was taken to the “old jail” in downtown Flint to await my arraignment the following morning. Once there, they booked me into a cell where there was a paper sign over the toilet saying DON’T DRINK THE WATER.
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The next day, I was passed off to the U.S. Marshals and taken to the federal courthouse, where the judge decided to change my 9 a.m. court time to 5 p.m. This, of course, was not a problem for them—the Marshals had Candy Crush to play, and there was
