I could only schedule two guys a day because people were always showing up needing my immediate attention with a letter from the court. It was about then that Terry's monthly income went from .38 cents a day to $500 a month to sit at the half door presumably handing out requested law books. At 6' 6" he looked like a pissed off Magnum PI and made sure I didn't have to raise my voice.
AFTER ABOUT six months of sitting back to back while he watched the front and I could see out my ground floor large windows at the entire compound, and it's meticulous manicured grounds. I could look over at him and it was like looking at a giant Belgium trained Sheppard dog watching for so much as a eye lash wiggle and he jump off that chair and run next door to the Education Building and get me a Coke out of the machine....
This was prison and I needed Terry. One day I came back to my office after chow and five or six Black men had commandeered my desk, Terry's desk and just hanging around talking loud, just killing time. I didn't say anything and went back out into the general public area and sat down and started reading law books. Terry would be here in a minute..
BOBBY LAMB WAS CAUGHT IN A TRAFFIC stop on Interstate 15 North, in Meridian, Mississippi by a Mississippi Highway Patrolman’s training, and old Bobby, who was shaking like a leaf, and who at the first stanza of his Miranda Rights would shit in his pants right there on the side of the road even before they found the $372,748 in US Currency, and three (3) pounds of a Controlled Substance, to wit: Cocaine. In broad daylight.
REMEMBER I TOLD YOU I could get your sentence and your conviction set aside with one wrong word? After the attorney’s wrangled every ill gotten gain he had ever made, and any his family was willing to part with. Bobby told me he was trying not to shit his pants again when the young Magistrate finally called this tawdry mess to order at precisely nine am and Bobby probably couldn’t wait long. The Honorable Judge Brevard Hand flew in the courtroom with a hurried manner glancing around suspiciously, finally looking at Bobby turning bluer by the minute. He sits down hurriedly and you could hear his Clerk’s and the Stenographer huddling together for a moment so everyone was on the same page. Probably telling him this is the old idiot that got caught on the interstate a few years ago over in Mississippi, and shit in the back of the Patrol Car, and everyone knew exactly what Case this was.
"Yes, you’re Honor! Ginny Granade for the Government’ Your Honor...."
I GOT BOBBY LAMB BACK IN COURT by coming in the back door. In American jurisprudence (science of law) the very last thing the judge is supposed to ask you, if you’re convicted of a felony, is, 'if you have anything to say before sentencing is imposed. I’ve done it so many times now it’s almost a cheap shot for me, but just like that one word “should,” instead of “must,” requires outright reversal, the Right of Allocution is equally important. That’s the Second to the Last. The very last and the thing I had them over a barrel about was besides failing to provide mandatory Right of Allocution, the Sentencing court failed to advise him of his Right to Appeal. Another dead bang error I’ve sent more than a few back to Court for Resentencing, whether they had anything to say or not.