My wife held her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks: the vision would haunt me for years to come.
Today I heard a piece on National Public Radio about the Rockefeller drug laws. It struck me hard – real hard. That's because 28 years ago today, on Valentine's Day, I blew trial and was sentenced to 15 years to life under the Rockefeller drug laws.
I had delivered four ounces of cocaine for $500 straight into the hands of undercover narcotic officers in Westchester...