One day while I was covering court in a flyover town near the Massachusetts border, I noticed a frequent visitor who prosecutors knew by his first name. His name was Richard, and he seemed like your token backwoods, working class male from these parts: white, worn-out, and completely nonchalant about being a regular at court. […]

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