Well, if one really wishes to know how justice is administered in a country, one does not question the policemen, the lawyers, the judges, or the protected members of the middle class. One goes to the unprotectedthose, precisely, who need the law's protection most! James Baldwin, No Name on the Street (Michael Joseph, 1972) from terry stops to police brutality and sexual assault Let me begin with one of my favorite law students. Whenever I went to Youth Court, Richard, a third-year law student, would offer to carry the large poster board and other props I brought. His gentlemanly style seemed a throwback to an earlier era. When he wore jeans, they appeared ironed. When he spoke to me, he started each sentence with my title, as in, "Professor Ross, today we are in a different room." Among many dedicated law students, Richard stood out with his quiet drive to make each training session better than the last. One day I discovered a primary source of his motivation: Before Richard became a law student at Howard University in Washington, DC, he lived in New York City and worked at a restaurant. One evening when he was 18, weeks away from graduating high school, he became a victim of stop-and-frisk. About seven years before we spoke: Richard leaves his job as a dishwasher in Brooklyn at 9 p.m., he begins his mile-long walk home. Although this is known as a bad neighborhood, Richard knows it well, and is comfortable navigating its streets. As he strides purposefully down the sidewalk, he notices three uniformed officers walking toward him. For the first time, Richard feels unsafe in his own neighborhood. The officers block his path, while one demands, "Where are you going at this time of night?" "I'm going home," answers Richard, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "Identification," barks the same officer.