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me aside and told me what I was in for.<br />
The way the system works in South Africa is that you’re arrested and held in a cell at the<br />
police station until your bail hearing. At the hearing, the judge looks at your case, hears<br />
arguments from the opposing sides, and then he either dismisses the charges or sets bail and<br />
a trial date. If you can make bail, you pay and go home. But there are all sorts of ways your<br />
bail hearing can go wrong: You get some court-appointed lawyer who hasn’t read your case<br />
and doesn’t know what’s going on. Your family can’t pay your bail. It could even be that the<br />
court’s backed up. “Sorry, we’re too busy. No more hearings today.” It doesn’t matter the<br />
reason. Once you leave jail, you can’t go back to jail. If your situation isn’t resolved that day,<br />
you go to prison to await trial. In prison you’re housed with the people awaiting trial, not with<br />
the general population, but even the awaiting-trial section is incredibly dangerous because<br />
you have people picked up for traffic violations all the way up to proper hardened criminals.<br />
You’re stuck there together, and you can be there for days, weeks, maybe months. It’s the<br />
same way in America. If you’re poor, if you don’t know how the system works, you can slip<br />
through the cracks, and the next thing you know you’re in this weird purgatory where you’re<br />
not in prison but you’re not not in prison. You haven’t been convicted of any crime, but<br />
you’re still locked up and can’t get out.<br />
This cop pulled me aside and said, “Listen, you don’t want to go to your bail hearing.<br />
They’ll give you a state attorney who won’t know what’s going on. He’ll have no time for you.<br />
He’ll ask the judge for a postponement, and then maybe you’ll go free or maybe you won’t.<br />
Trust me, you don’t want to do that. You have the right to stay here for as long as you like.<br />
You want to meet with a lawyer and set yourself up before you go anywhere near a court or a<br />
judge.” He wasn’t giving me this advice out of the goodness of his heart. He had a deal with a<br />
defense attorney, sending him clients in exchange for a kickback. He handed me the<br />
attorney’s business card, I called him, and he agreed to take my case. He told me to stay put<br />
while he handled everything.<br />
Now I needed money, because lawyers, as nice as they are, don’t do anything for free. I<br />
called a friend and asked him if he could ask his dad to borrow some money. He said he’d<br />
handle it. He talked to his dad, and the lawyer got his retainer the next day.<br />
With the lawyer taken care of, I felt like I had things under control. I was feeling pretty<br />
slick. I’d handled the situation, and, most important, Mom and Abel were none the wiser.<br />
When the time came for lights-out a cop came and took my stuff. My belt, my wallet, my<br />
shoelaces.<br />
“Why do you need my shoelaces?”<br />
“So you don’t hang yourself.”<br />
“Right.”<br />
Even when he said that, the gravity of my situation still wasn’t sinking in. Walking to the<br />
station’s holding cell, looking around at the other six guys in there, I was thinking, This is no<br />
big deal. Everything’s gonna be cool. I’m gonna get out of this. I thought that right up until<br />
the moment the cell door clanged shut behind me and the guard yelled, “Lights out!” That’s<br />
when I thought, Oh, shit. This is real.<br />
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