First, they came for the writers, but I could not read.
Then, they came for the artists, but I could not see.
When they came for the musicians, I was unwilling to hear.
Eventually they came for me, but I could no longer think.
What It’s Really Like Inside the Criminal Justice System
Picture this: you're an illiterate French sailor pulled from your wedding banquet by royal gendarmes into the office of a deputy crown prosecutor. It's not a public hearing. You have no written complaint formalizing the charges against you. You have no lawyer. You...
