Hell Is Trying to Visit My Jailed Client [TheMarshallProject.org]
After all, she’s locked up. She can’t miss a subway on her way to seeing me, and definitely won’t have a childcare emergency or conflicting appointment. I know where she is: “Rosie’s,” the women’s jail on New York City’s Rikers Island. And I know where I can go to meet her: not Rosie’s. Visiting anyone “on island,” as we call it, requires leaving your office for an entire day. That could mean neglecting the rest of your caseload. So most attorneys I know ask to have their Rikers clients...