“Let my dad go, and I’ll make you walk.”
The court laughed—until they saw the judge get up alone.
The wooden gavel struck once.
“All rise,” the bailiff announced.
Everyone stood as Judge Raymond Callahan rolled into the courtroom, his black robe flowing over the sides of his wheelchair. At sixty-two, his presence was still commanding. His paralyzed legs didn’t weaken the authority in his steel-blue eyes. He’d spent the last ten years delivering sentences with a reputation for being merciless—especially toward men like the one seated in front of him today.
A Black man in his late thirties, handcuffed in front, wearing a faded peach prison jumpsuit, sat silently at the defendant’s table. His name: Darius Moore—charged with obstruction, fraud, and resisting arrest. The court saw another number, another file in the stack. To Judge Callahan, it was….Read Full Story Here………………
