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2004-02-24 17:03:45 (UTC)

Court

Imagine this you’re in a US courtroom dressed up in your
favorite red blouse your mother had bought you for your
21st birthday. You’re surrounded by lawyers, who lie and
cheat everyday just to win their cases. The bailiff walks
over to you and places a book on the stand. You peer into
his eyes and see a blank canvas of expression.
He asks “please raise your right hand miss,” and you know
on any ordinary day this simple function would seem
involuntary. You look inside yourself, and some where
hidden beneath the fear, shadowed by the love, you find
the strength to raise your hand. The bailiff stares into
your soul and say
“Ms. Bennet, Are you prepared to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but eh truth so help you god.”
That moment of silence just hits you like angry mother at
her child. A single second feels like and eternity. You
glance over at your boyfriend, who sits in an orange jump
suit shackled with handcuffs that keep him from running
over to you and wrapping his arms around your neck. He
would pull you close and whisper “everything is going to
be ok baby, I’m here.”
But the law doesn’t work that way, you see, just
because you don’t have a piece of paper that states your
married in one of our prestigious states that lives by the
book you hand so nervously shakes over, you can’t be
excluded. The law rips out your heart and throws in front
of a trigger happy firing squad and say you must testify
or else, be damned by the laws that were instilled in this
country to protect you.
You realize that every sentence that comes out of
you mouth after that essential yes might be the crucial
evidence that could send the only person that has ever
loved you into a state prison where he would rot to death
just like this nations great politicians.
You think to yourself is it easier to purge and
save him or tell the truth and le the death of a fifteen
year old go unsolved. For you know the hurt her family
has felt with her passing will far surpass any kind of
feeling you will have when mailing your boyfriend a letter
during his leave from reality. You heart drops into your
stomach and is consumed by the acid when the judge nudges
you and you realize this whole time you’ve only wasted
four seconds. That’s when the even that changes your life
takes place.
You utter the words yes and the prosecutor stands
up with a smile like he’s waiting to engage war on Iraq
with the press of a button. But this is not the war on
terrorism; it’s more complicated than that. This is the
war on love, the war on trust, two simple components but
when broken can cause two people to hate each other so
much that murder doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
Anything that was built in the past between you
and your boyfriend has just now within the time limit of
30 minutes of cross examining, has dissolved like you
favorite ice tea mix. You sit and ask yourself why you
did it and no answers can relive your mind of the pain.
But in the end the answer comes walking over to you, the
mother of the fifteen year old flooded with tears wraps
her arms around your neck and says thank you my daughter
death shall not be forgotten. That’s the moment you know
that love and trust could not save this fifteen year old
girls life, but the law could preserve her memory in the
sentence of life imprisonment without parole for an
eternity.




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