10/16/2026
In a federal courthouse in Selma, I cross-examined a psychologist about a client with an intellectual disability.
The report said one thing, but the person sitting behind me clearly wasn’t lining up with the report.
I had read the file enough times to know there was a problem, and I spent that morning walking through it line by line in front of a judge.
That day in court is still the reason I do this work.
Not necessarily because of how it turned out, though it mattered.
But because I watched how much weight a single opinion carries when the person it describes has no way to push back on it.
My client couldn't have questioned that report.
Wouldn't have known it was something a person was allowed to question.
I was given every chance to succeed in life, so I fight for people who were never given one.
It almost sounds cliche to say something like that, but it’s true.
Some people simply need our help.