he six teenage boys, incarcerated at the District’s Oak Hill juvenile detention facility in Laurel file into their classroom after lunch one late January afternoon. They are surprised to see strangers — five women and two men — sitting in the chairs that the boys typically occupy.
The students find some empty seats and shrug out of their matching brown coats and mismatched scarves. They are curious about the visitors in a lean-back, fold-your-arms, prove-it kind of way.
“I’m James Forman,” begins a 40-something man. “I’m a professor at Georgetown Law School and — ”
“You related to the James Forman?” interrupts 17-year-old Carleto Bailey.
“I’m James Forman Jr.”
“That your father? James Forman your dad?” Carleto demands.