Fuming with Hostility
So the general sessions court date for the truck theft came up yesterday and I went to deal with that.
I showed up and was briefed by the prosecuting attorney. She gave me a run down on the questions she was going to ask me before the judge; "Where was the car?", "Did it have a Shelby county plate?", "Was it taken without your discretion?", etc.
It was a general sessions court, which is apparently kinda low on the rung of responsibility and whose primary purpose is that of separating the wheat from the legal chaff. Regardless, I got to see and hear allot of punishments go down. I've never been on that side of the legal rooms. It's terrifying compared to the traffic stuff.
By the time the proceedings for my case were about to go in both of the cops that took down the thief had arrived and were also briefed by the attorney and were waiting patiently in the back. Moments before introduction, the defense attorney asked for the witnesses to be out of the court before they introduce his client to the room.
So, the 2 cops and I were escorted out to wait in the hall.
They were real good guys. We cut up and joked for about 20 minutes and discussed how they caught the guy (they had no clue the truck was stolen, they pulled up behind him and he freaked and took off from a red light into opposing traffic) before the prosecuting attorney came out with a waiver saying that the case was going to criminal court where he would most likely plead guilty.
The defense attorney traded some banter with the prosecutor, parting shots really, whom was bemoaning that she had all her witnesses lined up, shortly after we received the waiver as he was leaving the court room. He seemed somewhat despised by one of the officers whom was grilled by him in the past and recounted a fairly hilarious exchange of questions regarding how a suspect left a car and the propensity of broken windows equates to stolen cars.
The officer was immensely honest and the defense attorney was just looking for an small crack to work with.
Generally, the defense attorney seemed like a bit of a weasel. I suppose it comes with the territory.
The prosecutor said I'd likely never hear from her directly again and that the offices will, at a later date, call to arrange restitution or another testimony in criminal court.
I showed up and was briefed by the prosecuting attorney. She gave me a run down on the questions she was going to ask me before the judge; "Where was the car?", "Did it have a Shelby county plate?", "Was it taken without your discretion?", etc.
It was a general sessions court, which is apparently kinda low on the rung of responsibility and whose primary purpose is that of separating the wheat from the legal chaff. Regardless, I got to see and hear allot of punishments go down. I've never been on that side of the legal rooms. It's terrifying compared to the traffic stuff.
By the time the proceedings for my case were about to go in both of the cops that took down the thief had arrived and were also briefed by the attorney and were waiting patiently in the back. Moments before introduction, the defense attorney asked for the witnesses to be out of the court before they introduce his client to the room.
So, the 2 cops and I were escorted out to wait in the hall.
They were real good guys. We cut up and joked for about 20 minutes and discussed how they caught the guy (they had no clue the truck was stolen, they pulled up behind him and he freaked and took off from a red light into opposing traffic) before the prosecuting attorney came out with a waiver saying that the case was going to criminal court where he would most likely plead guilty.
The defense attorney traded some banter with the prosecutor, parting shots really, whom was bemoaning that she had all her witnesses lined up, shortly after we received the waiver as he was leaving the court room. He seemed somewhat despised by one of the officers whom was grilled by him in the past and recounted a fairly hilarious exchange of questions regarding how a suspect left a car and the propensity of broken windows equates to stolen cars.
The officer was immensely honest and the defense attorney was just looking for an small crack to work with.
Generally, the defense attorney seemed like a bit of a weasel. I suppose it comes with the territory.
The prosecutor said I'd likely never hear from her directly again and that the offices will, at a later date, call to arrange restitution or another testimony in criminal court.
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