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WHO AM I TO TELL YOU JACK?
     
    I’m a criminal defense attorney. I’m the guy you call at midnight when you’re in the can, when your mother’s not taking your telephone calls and when the bail bondsman is in your face screaming for cash you don’t have. I’m the guy you call when the state’s attorney is declaring that what you thought was casual sex is actually capital rape and is recommending 25 years in prison. I’m the guy who gets the midnight ting-a-ling after you gave the cops some attitude that the cops characterized as resisting arrest.
    I got my law degree late in life, after three (or was it four?) wives. The jail and the courthouse are my beat. I find getting people out of jail strangely relaxing compared to a bad marriage. Most of my life, however, I spent putting people in jail, as an FBI agent and before that as a Miami cop. I’ve arrested hundreds of people, from millionaires to bums. I’ve busted white guys, black guys, brown guys, yellow guys, every kind of guy. I was an equal opportunity, bad-guy-busting machine when Miami was one of the most dangerous cities in America. For a period of time I held records for felony arrests.
    As a cop and FBI agent, I never thought much about the people I arrested. After they were booked, they became the prosecutor’s problem.
     
    That’s me on the right, Dale Carson, during the arrest of convicted murderer Wendy Zabel. Desperate to have a child, Zabel faked a pregnancy and abducted a newborn from the obstetrical unit of a Florida hospital. During the abduction she shot the baby’s mother and grandmother. The mother died of her wounds. As an FBI instructor, I taught classes on serial killers and sex criminals. I also participated in the arrest and interrogation of Wayne Williams, the Atlanta boy murderer. Photo courtesy of the Florida Times-Union , 1983

     
    Now, as a criminal defense attorney, I see the other side. I see people rolled over by a gigantic and impersonal criminal justice system. This book is about how the criminal justice system works today in the real world. It’s about how you ought to think and act when confronted by police so you can live free and stay out of trouble. Of course, if you insist on being a crook, it’s not a complete tragedy, especially if you’re a crook in Florida. I need the work.
     
    Here I am in 1978 as a lean, mean, arresting machine, and not as I am today, a warm and fuzzy defense attorney oozing empathy from every pore. The FBI gave me the opportunity to investigate and arrest some horrendously evil people—serial killers, child rapists, and millionaire con men. Most of these perps remain today where they belong, in jail or dead. Note: These credentials have been altered graphically to prevent copying and forgery. Photo courtesy of the FBI

     

PART I
     
    CRIMINAL JUSTICE PLAYERS: COPS, BAD GUYS, THE CLUELESS HORDE
     

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    NEW PLANTATIONS FOR NEW GENERATIONS
     
    E verybody knows about the big parts of the system—cops, judges, and state prisons. This chapter is about the parts of the system you don’t know about. I call them the plantations, because these hidden parts of the system will keep you in the perpetual servitude of low-wage jobs and constant trouble with police and authorities. Remember, if you’re not really a bad guy, just someone who is clueless or has bad judgment, you’re not going to spend time in a state penitentiary. You’ll land in the local lockup, then shortly be released on probation or placed in the drug-court system. What no one will tell you is that, once the arrest clerk puts your name in the computer, you have just entered the twilight hell of the plantations. Below I explain how it works.

IT STARTS WITH THE ARREST
     
    Most arrests are logged at once into the FBI’s National Crime