For half a year, I visited the drug courts for adults and juveniles in New Hampshire.
The only movement in the room comes from the back row, where the whispering young man swings both his legs back and forth, like an anxious child.
Vaughan reads the sentence. “Not more than four years and not less than two years” for each charge. Then a moment comes that the spectators expected – Vaughan calls upon the courtroom to applaud.
“Most people don’t get a round of applause when pleading guilty to a felony,” Vaughan says, “but you do. You’re entering drug court.”