In
my state, once a person is allowed to leave their holding cell, they
are transferred to the Commissioner's Office. The Commissioner is the
boy or girl who decides if you get bail, go back to jail, or go home to
stay out of trouble on your own. When I arrived at the Commissioner's
Office, he had no idea what to do with me.
He
read my report, which was 26 pages. Most are three. Then, he started
talking about drug court. When I asked him what drug court was, he said
"It's where we take a look at your drug abuse & attempt to give
treatment for all prostitutes." I looked at him & said, "So I will
be the only sober person there?" I then went on to say "I am a bit
insulted. Although in this country, I am innocent until proven guilty,
you have already made a judgement about me. Furthermore, you have
already decided that I am a drug abuser." I leaned forward & said
"Do I look like a drug abuser?"
He
was stunned. Obviously, it never occurred to him that he was offensive.
I am sure he had the same conversation with thousands of whores,
without anyone saying anything in response, except for a nod of the
head. He had never met me!
He
went back to shaking his head with his eyes lowered. He quickly
decided to send me home, without the need for bail. I am sure he did
that just to get me out of his office, rather than because of my case!
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