“The Jailhouse Lawyer,” by James Patterson and Nancy Allen

As I was working on my collection of short stories, “One Day in the Life of a Jailhouse Lawyer,” I got a notification that James Patterson, along with Nancy Allen, had released a novel, The Jailhouse Lawyer.  Patterson is a master storyteller, and has created a cottage industry of best sellers, on his own and collaborating with various authors, even former president Bill Clinton.

The title of the “new” Patterson novel, published in 2021, piqued by interest.  Would the novel truly be about a jailhouse lawyer?  I have met amazing jailhouse lawyers who could hold their own in any court against prosecutors with the vast resources of the State behind them.  In fact, I know a jailhouse lawyer, now a practicing attorney, who scored high on the LSAT while he was still in prison.  There are two other formerly incarcerated individuals I know who went on to law school, passed the Bar, and are practicing attorneys.

I have read almost everything by Patterson, and I believe that a good writer can write on almost any subject, despite the fact that when people take up pens to write, they are almost always instructed to, “write about what you know.” I wondered if Patterson was in a lane he should not have been.

Most of us have heard that saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover, which basically means, “Don’t judge a book by its title.”  So, I kept an open mind, as any good juror or reviewer should, and suspended judgment until I finished The Jailhouse Lawyer.

The main character, Martha Foster, does not become a member of the jailhouse lawyer profession in any way resembling the typical path: arrested, tried, convicted and given a lengthy sentence, and later learning about all the legal niceties, including the U.S. Constitution, that was not followed in one’s case, and setting out on a quest for justice, studying the law like one’s life depended on it, and in many ways one’s life itself is at stake.  Foster, like a good jailhouse lawyer, takes on a  criminal legal system in Erva, Alabama, that’s corrupt to the core, and is similar to most court systems in the United States, where the main characters are zealous career prosecutors, indifferent if not incompetent defense counsel in cahoots with the prosecution and the court, and judges that fancy themselves “king makers” and boast about their conviction rate, a sure sign that justice is not being administered in that judge’s court.

Foster, not indifferent nor incompetent, becomes the public defender in Erva, Alabama, and she quickly realizes that if she does not get with Judge Pickens’ program, who says from the bench, “We have our own system in Douglas County,” then she’s going to have a hard time in Douglas County Court with Judge Pickens presiding.  And you can bet, if a jailhouse lawyer is involved, then the system more than likely failed people at every stage of the process.

In law school, Foster earned the nickname, “Jailhouse Lawyer.”  She “was arrested at a civil rights protest in Selma for getting mouthy with a cop, and was held overnight in the local jail.” No charges were filed against Foster, but she spent that night in jail listening to stories of injustice and dispensing legal advice.

Later in the story, because Foster does not get with the program of Judge Pickens, she is held in contempt of court and sent to the local lockup.  There, the jailer, Jesse Robertson, as complicit as the court, raises his voice in the common area for all the incarcerated women to hear, as he introduces Foster, “You bunch of skanks got y’all a genuine jailhouse lawyer in here.”  Of course, Foster helps a woman or two.

During her short stint in the county jail, Foster experiences the psychological and physical torment of incarceration, what criminologists euphemistically call “the pains of imprisonment,” which only strengthens her resolve not to get with the program of Judge Pickens, and to bring him down.

Far too many members of the Bar, prosecutors and defense counsel, simply get with the program, prosecutors seeking convictions at any costs, including knowingly using false testimony, over that sacrosanct role of seeking justice; and defense counsel are almost as overwhelmed by the criminal legal system as are the people charged with crimes; and judges, for the most part, turn a blind eye to injustice, or knowingly and willingly allow injustice to prevail in their court.

Foster, practically through a trial of ordeal, experiences firsthand what happens when injustice goes unchecked.  She is better positioned than most jailhouse lawyers to do something about this corrupt court.

The jailhouse lawyers I know who became practicing attorneys can speak to the book’s ending: “Sometimes the best education a lawyer can have is a…stretch of hard time.”  Now imagine a criminal legal system where prosecutors, defense counsel, and even judges are held accountable for not seeing evenhanded justice done.  Now imagine them behind bars.

About William Eric Waters, aka Easy Waters

Award-winning poet, playwright and writer. Author of three books of poetry, "Black Shadows and Through the White Looking Glass: Remembrance of Things Past and Present"; "Sometimes Blue Knights Wear Black Hats"; "The Black Feminine Mystique," and a novel, "Streets of Rage." All four books are available on Amazon.com.
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5 Responses to “The Jailhouse Lawyer,” by James Patterson and Nancy Allen

  1. Mark Chapman says:

    Brother Eric, thanks for this review of Patterson’s book. When I saw the commercial announcing the publication last year I was intrigued. I have not read it yet so I appreciate the way you have written this—enough to whet the appetite, but careful not to spoil the ending. It seems to read like non-fiction because the story is sadly SO very real! I’m reading Preet Bharara’s memoir “DoingnJustice:A Prosecutor’s Thoughts on Crime, Punishment, and the Rule of Law.” Patterson’s novel might have a lot of resemblance to Baharara’s book. Many thanks for this discussion.

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  2. AD, a public defender in BK, NY says:

    Oof I felt this one. The ending. It’s the system churning churning.

    I often think about accountability in my role as a public defender- to whom am I accountable? To the people I represent, of course. And yet we’re just people- engaging in our own relationship for better or worse. Sometimes we’re a team, my client and I, in it together, us against the system. Sometimes it’s us against each other, and I advocate for them despite our differences. It’s still the system against them after all.

    Am I accountable to the system? Does the system hold me accountable? No, and no.

    The system presumes itself sturdy. I rattle its cage, poke holes, take liberties, and speak up. Sometimes it cracks and I break through for a client. But mostly it’s like punching waves in an ocean.

    But what if I stop swimming along? If I yell? What if I speak truth from my soul, instead of sing and dance for judges, clients, prosecutors, endlessly performing from my ego? What would happen to me if I cut through the haze? Nothing.

    Over the years my courage has grown, I’ve spoken many an injustice into the transcripts. But what if I just lose it, stop contorting myself to the rigid rules of the courtroom and let ‘em really have it? At worst they’d kick me out from playing in the pool with the others. No jail time for defense attorneys spiking the punch bowl. No jail time for defense attorneys looking the other way and taking another sip.

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  3. Hector Lino says:

    I know very little about the pejorative elements of the legal system discussed here, but I am beginning to develop an interest. What I have seen in fictionalized court cases in the movie or on television screens has always had me rooting voting for the underdog. To say that the legal system in these United States- in so many cases- has not been fair to people of color, any color other than white, is true more often than it is not. Too often resources- makes the difference in whether you win or lose a case. The vagueness in the circumstances presented here whets my appetite for more.

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