When I Walked Into the Courtroom in Full Uniform, My Father Laughed. My Mother Sighed. Then the Judge Looked Up, His Voice Breaking: “Dear God… It’s Really Her.” The Room Went Silent. They Had No Idea Who I Had Become.

case by attacking me, they were going to do it in the open, in a room where what I was and what I had built was visible to everyone present. Not as theater. As accuracy. I had spent fifteen years building a record that spoke for itself, and I was going to make sure the record was dressed accordingly when they attempted to bury it.

Two weeks before the continue reading …