A woman apparently using my name meant a nightmare of unpaid traffic fines and a criminal record. But when I tracked her down,a different story emergedBy the time the cop called “Lisa Davis”, I’d been sitting in the tough wooden pew in unusual York City criminal court for two hours. The courthouse swirled with diminished beauty: cracked marble, and tarnished brass. It seemed so unlikely that it could feel like an actual hall of justice,that hope could find its way past the bulletproof glass and the metal detectors.
I stood and smoothed my shirt, adjusted the 18 years’ worth of papers in my manila file folder, and tried to catch my breath. Please let nowadays be the day it ends,I silently prayed. Let nowadays be the day I clear my name.
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Source: theguardian.com