On one of the occasions when he was brought to the Court for a hearing, I had taken a bunch of flowers to give him surreptitiously, as a gesture of gratitude for all the ones that he had been getting for me on my jail visits. But before he was briskly taken away, a policeman saw the flowers in his hand, snatched them and threw them on the floor. As difficult as it would be to describe incarceration as an outsider, one can say that incarceration is an experience that is made up of countless such cruel gestures, the agony of which gets intensified when the powers are constantly working to make you believe that you are a criminal even when you have committed no crime.