He slammed my 68-year-old body against the pharmacy wall, called me 'grandma,' and cuffed me for picking up my husband's heart pills. He thought I was just another 'old Black lady' he could break. He didn't know he had just arrested a Federal Judge. He found out. The morning started with triangles. Harold, my husband of forty-seven years, likes his toast cut into triangles. It’s a small thing, but since his stroke six months ago, the small things have become the big things. The left side of his