No judge, and certainly no Black judge, can help but be distressed and depressed on sentencing day. I conduct sentencing on Monday afternoon. These are afternoons spent sitting in a courtroom filled with mostly young Black males, waiting to be sentenced. Unfortunately, Monday afternoons are the one time during the week when I take the bench in my courtroom and look out not upon the customary sea of white faces, but instead upon a room full of many faces not unlike my own
