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Little to report today. I have already vented my misogynistic spleen to C----- and P---- both, probably a bit too much to P----, maybe I ought not be so anti-woman, but why have I been having such terrible experiences lately? Since A-----, it has only gotten worse. She must have cursed me, must have.
I reported on a homicidal 14-year-old today. A cute little bug with a black button head looking curiously at me with his big eyes. He’d already punched and kicked a man to a heart attack and broken neck, and punctured some poor guy’s eye socket. This time he stabbed two teens, puncturing one’s lung. He needs to be a mafia hitman, he is clearly a cold-blooded killer. Although he would probably be a single-use hitman considering his terrible record of subtlety… but at his age, I am sure he will learn verrrry quickly from all the experienced guys in jail.
It’s hard to say what is the solution with people who are pathologically violent.
The dirty look that woman, apparently his very white stepmother? gave me on my way out of the court is burned into my mind. I’ve never been glared at so evilly. Hatred oozed out of her every pore. I know my profession is low. But is it that bad? Would I feel the same if a press person was at my child’s hearing? Probably. I didn’t really need to be there and intrude on their family time. I am finding it hard to imagine how I would feel, because I don’t think I know anybody who would be in such a situation that it would warrant a reporter to visit their trial or hearing. I think I would probably just ignore them. Not likely that I would read the story anyway or even think to. Also in this case, he can’t even be named, surely it is OK?, although it may now be prejudicial for him in the crown court.
I am starting to understand why the judges and lawyers adopt this confusing language. It creates a barrier between them and potentially violent families of defendants. It forces the regular folk to respect their authority, giving that authority a sort of untouchable quality. If they kind of banteringly said, I sentence you to five years behind bars mate, good luck in there, the defendant or his father might be tempted to fight back, whereas the judge can escape the room while they are still making their way through the thicket of words camouflaging the actual information.
All the criminals I’ve seen and their families rise when the judge rises with reverence. This barrier is probably what keeps that respect a-rolling.
I also heard that a judge had seen one of his harsh sentencees’ family members in a shop, who failed to recognise him for lack of a hair-cap and robes.
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