Robert Booker admits that he didn’t really need the money he got from drug dealing. He grew up in a two-parent, middle-class family in Detroit in the 1970s, and his job as a lifeguard for the city’s parks department paid “good money.” But the drug business paid more, and by the late 1980s nearly all of his friends were showing up to the pool with new cars and expensive sneakers. “I was smarter than the average cat, and I was like, ‘If they could do it, I could do it easy,'” Booker said by phone on Monday from the Federal Correctional Institution in Schuylkill, Pa. “I left lifeguarding and started hanging around.”
Twenty-five years later, at 47 years old, Booker is two decades deep into a life sentence in federal prison for three related, nonviolent drug crimes: possession with intent to distribute crack cocaine…
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