When parole boards are allowed to give the original crime more weight than proof of change, they become an absurdist theater of foregone conclusions
Bobbi Cobaugh / Inquest — When I entered prison, I followed the rehabilitative trail of breadcrumbs set out for me. I was repeatedly told to maintain a clean disciplinary record, obtain an education, sign up for industry jobs, pet the trauma pony, and train a bomb-sniffing dog. Correctional employees encouraged me to embrace these programs so I could honor my victim and redeem my life. I was told, “New Yorkers believe in second chances.” ...
