Monday, March 11, 2024

DIARY OF A COURT REPORTER IN COVID TIMES - 16 Sep 2020

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 The more I frequent these insufferable court hearings, the more frustrated and disgusted I get by this utterly weird language which has so blatantly been put in place to separate the wheat from the, as they would have it, chaff.
 
More and more it appears to me like some cultish code the upper echelons speak in to make sure the plebes struggle to understand them. It is weird beyond belief to see some of these people, actually nice people, who work in this system, force their way into this character and then promptly fall out of it with an almost audible sigh of relief when the interaction is finished.

Because god forbid the court recording device catch you speaking like a normal person while addressing a judge, who probably can not speak in any other way at this point.

It’s things like “the personal mitigation that I rely upon is chiefly age, character and passage of time”; “his fiancee is no longer going to be his fiancee as a result of the proceedings”; “it appears that so far as the gas canister is concerned, I am asked to sentence you on the basis that that canister is there and would be used by you as directed by others”; “having regard to both the facts of the case and matters in mitigations, the starting period for the drugs case is seven years imprisonment. That will be reduced by 30 percent, blah blah blah. That might be marked by a consecutive sentence but that sentence will be reduced very significantly to allow ...”

This is, remember, a massive, life-changing, devastating moment in a man’s life and that of his family. The judge runs rings round them with supremely ugly speech that takes far too long to get anywhere. The sentencing process reminds me of Who Wants to be a Millionaire when the host purposely makes his guest sweat before they can find out whether their wild guess was correct.

I believe it is an integral part of the distinction between common people and educated elites. Problem is, these elites are in no way distinguished in cleverness. Their choice of infuriating language has no bearing on their intelligence – only that they have re-educated themselves to be what in their mind looks like “adults”, while remaining oblivious to real world that surrounds them which is positively crawling with interesting and forthright people.

Forthrightness is seen as a problem in more and more situations nowadays, I think it is precious and not something to be spat upon. While maintaining certain tact, it is so important to see past the bullshit. By god, is there a lot of it.

I am starting to learn that all these adults who intimidated me with their university studies and impossible language are no longer adults in my eyes. They are boys and girls conditioned to their status, a type of communication alien to everybody else in the world but a select few. In more familiar situations these purple speakers sometimes seem to relax though the elitist twang remains.

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