She was crying as I explained the situation to her, Voss says. So then I started to cry as I explained it her. One of the really frustrating things about whats happening here is that this system is breaking good people. These are people just trying to get by, just trying to take care of their families. Vosss eyes well up as he talks about Bolden. This isnt just an attorney defending his client. Its a guy who is concerned about whats happening to another human being. Bolden is a single black woman with four kids. She has several tattoos. Its easy to see how cops might target her, or court officials might dismiss her. But Voss points out that she had already earned an associates degree in medical assistance. And while dealing with all of the arrests and the harassment, she earned another in paralegal studies.
The Foristell warrant stemmed from a speeding ticket in 2011. As mentioned before, Bolden didnt show up in court because she didnt have the money to pay it and feared theyd put her jail. Its a common and unfortunate misconception among St. Louis County residents, especially those who dont have an attorney to tell them otherwise. A town cant put you in jail for lacking the money to pay a fine. But you can be jailed not appearing in court to tell the judge you cant pay and fined again for not showing up. After twice failing to appear for the Foristell ticket, Bolden showed up, was able to get the warrant removed and set up a payment plan with the court. But she says that a few months later, she was a couple days late with her payment. She says she called to notify the clerk, who told her not to worry. Instead, the town hit her with another warrant the same warrant for which she was jailed in March.
Boldens bond was set at $1,700. No one she knew had that kind of money. Bolden broke down; she cried, she screamed, and she swore. She was given a psychological evaluation, and then put on suicide watch. She finds that memory particularly humiliating. Bolden would remain in jail for two weeks, until Foristells next municipal court session. She wouldnt let her children come visit her. I didnt want them to see me like that, she says. I didnt want them to think it was normal, that it was okay for one of us to be in jail. I missed them so much. But I wasnt going to let them see me like that.
While in jail, she missed a job interview. She fell behind in her paralegal studies. When she finally got her day in court, she was told to change out of her jail jumpsuit into the same clothes she had worn for three days straight, and that had been sitting in a bag for the previous two weeks. She was brought into the courtroom to face the judge, handcuffed, in dirty clothes that had been marinated in her own filth. I was funky, I was sad, and I was mad, she says. I smelled bad. I was handcuffed. I missed my kids. I didnt feel like a person anymore.