THEY called it “falling off the calendar.” It was the kind of phrase that I came to understand while teaching a creative writing workshop at the Women’s House of Detention on Rikers Island in the 1970s. I learned, for example, that a “pelican” lawyer — black suit, large scoop beak dripping torts? — was an appellate lawyer and that the dreaded syllable “bing” was the term for solitary confinement, calling up the sound of a slamming cell door.
But falling off the calendar was the scarily evocative and precise metaphoric phrase for being forgotten by the court system. It meant that the person, unseen, unheard of and uncharged by any judge, had been abandoned behind bars for weeks, months, sometimes years.Read more
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