You Call This Justice?  

cuteNEway 41F
1774 posts
7/27/2006 5:34 am

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8/3/2006 8:24 am

You Call This Justice?

Aaaahh justice! Blind she is. And that is one saying that after this day, I believe. I walk into room 407 of the local courthouse. The bailiff is doing roll call (??), which I find to be absolutely ridiculous because in my experience, when they call your case, if you’re there cool, if not you either get cited again or get arrested depending on your case. Anyway:

Most of the people he called were no show and every time he called and that person was not there, he would give us a speech about responsibility and what would happen if you didn’t show up to a court date. He was very funny and entertaining, he had us all laughing but my thoughts on that were, “Hey mister! I’m here, why should I be getting this speech?”

As he’s going down the list of cases and making his “witty” remarks, I notice that the bench is quaintly decorated with various personal items. A plastic turquoise fish shaped picture frame, no picture; a pudgy angel figurine; a mug that says ‘Mamá’; a painted clay vase with carnation decoupage; a ceramic bible with a psalm written on it in gold lettering on a display stand; a Spanish ‘maja’ fan also on a little stand and my favorite (drum roll please!) a plastic Hello Kitty candy dish.

Oh! And let’s not forget the quaint little wire mesh basket on the court reporter’s desk containing a cute little red teddy bear. The court secretary apparently was in charge of getting a greeting card signed by everyone and decided that a pause in roll call would be the most appropriate time for the bailiff to sign it.

Soon after roll call, we were all sitting quietly waiting for the judge to show up and call our cases. The bailiff says in a very casual tone as if to no one in particular that we should move to room 404. We all looked at each other as if to make sure that we had to go to said room, so we did. The bench in this room was not as gaudy as the previous one, but a little over done nonetheless.

The bailiff in this room was another gem! She also did roll call, but she had to do roll call for the cases in both rooms. After she did this, again we were all waiting for the judge to show up. The court secretaries from room 407 and 404, the court reporter and our lovely(ha!) new bailiff were in a little group around the court reporter’s desk having a lovely chat. The court reporter’s purse was right on the desk, (where it remained throughout proceedings), the bailiff had a plastic bag where she had miscellaneous documents, her keys(which she kept shifting during proceedings) and a comb. This last object she blatantly used to smooth out her newly coiffed hair. Thankfully, her lack of decorum didn’t go as far as using it during proceedings.

Right after this it was down to business(yet again: ha!). The court secretaries from both rooms were sitting together in order to coordinate their files. Other than coordinating, they were giggling like schoolgirls. While this was going on another batch of cases was sent to yet another room. Files were being passed from hand to hand, left to right. Nobody knew what anything was nor where it was supposed to be!! Finally after 10 minutes of this chaos, everything fell into place.

Case after case was called. Not one attorney present was prepared with proper documentation or evidence. Case after case was rescheduled pending deposition, discovery and/or declaration. There was one particular case that had me at great pains not to laugh out loud. There were 4 attorneys on this case. I couldn’t tell who was for the plaintiff and who was for the defendant. Everybody takes their turn speaking at the one podium in the court room. The way they kept going back and forth and being so unprepared and insecure, they seemed like Jr. High School students giving an oral presentation.

I almost forgot! After a 5 minute recess, the judge was having a nice little causal, giggly conversation with an attorney right at the bench!

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Puerto Rican Judicial System.


NickRules999 39M
9462 posts
7/27/2006 4:31 pm

I almost got to see a court case, as I was called for jury service, but I was called to two panels, and released from both of them.

It would have been interesting to see it. I kinda wish I had been kept on a panel. Oh well.

The two panels I was on were an assault case and an illegal weapon possesion case. I wish I could have seen at least one of them unfold. Course, I'd have slept through most of it.

Come into my realm! You aren't afraid...are you?


cuteNEway 41F

7/27/2006 4:58 pm

urgh NO! Daddy you're so one-tracked!


strongelk2006 53M

7/27/2006 7:36 pm

Ours ain't any better,, I did ten years in the state pin here in Nebraska. They let me sit in jail for 21 months before they charged me with anything,,,and then they fuck the case up,,and had a mistrial. Then we started again,,and that time they put me away on lies.

peace,,,,,,,,,,,,,coolness...............N.B.


Peace,,,,,,,,Coolness..........N.B.


TheCliticals 34F/F

7/28/2006 1:02 am

Then you jumped bail and absconded, hiding in the hold of an old freighter till it docked in Manhattan. Since than you've been on the run, but dont worry, we wont tell anyone

Sandy


cuteNEway 41F

7/28/2006 5:25 am

Nicky...my dad is dying to got to jury duty and get sequesteredBigger Law and Order fan than I am!

Looking...nah she wasn't. She probly had on a low cit tank and a mini!

Nekkid Boy...Did you sue the state??

Spunky...I wouldn't say strange. I weould say "what the fuck are you thinking judge?"

MzHuny...It was civil court

Sandy...Dammit woman! Now I have to hop another freighter! Can I stay in your basement? If Interpol comes around we can pretend I'm your mute, retarded maid


rm_corezon 53F
3376 posts
7/28/2006 7:27 am

Was that in Puerto Rico?

I was thinking our local courthouses NOBODY ever has a sense of humor that I've ever noticed


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
7/29/2006 7:28 pm

when I was on potential jury dudy, I did everything I could to get off of it. dressed like a mental patient, didn't comb my hear, pretended to know the defendant and the prosecuting attourney, pretended to be unbiased...pretended I was racist. Anyway, if I knew court would have been this much fun, I'd probably do anything I could to stay. I wonder how the case turned out anyway? I wonder if they put that money laundering Krout in jail.


cuteNEway 41F

7/29/2006 11:22 pm

corezon...that's the least of what happens. The entire government is a frickin joke out there!

Atomic...um he's hiding here under an assumed name. have you heard of TakeTheMoneyRun?


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