“I left the conference room wondering if it had mattered what I wore that day. I don’t think it would have. I think when people are hurt or mad, and they want someone to blame; they see nothing but a striped jumpsuit as I’d just escaped prison. It seemed to me that these eight people I had once called friends couldn’t see anything more than the crimes they believed I’d committed. And they didn’t care why, or if, I had committed them.”