Courtrooms never looked so big on the inside; the building itself looked pretty small, and given the amount of doors lining the walls, if all of the courtrooms looked like this it would be a sight to see them all come together. Regardless, Bedhead sat down in one of the empty jury seats, fixed her hair, and waited. More and more jurors began to emerge from the outside halls; one even asked if he was in the right room. She assured him he was.
“Ten minutes till we begin, ladies and gentleman. Ten minutes until we begin.” rang the voice of an officer standing at the front of the room below the podium. He would be quickly identified as the bailiff, a large husky fellow. One could assume that his previous occupation was that of a bouncer. In any
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My stepfather.” Bedhead raised an eyebrow herself. “Yes, your stepfather. That was it.” He turned his attention to the left of him, towards the prosecution’s table. “Would the prosecution please give his opening statement?” A man rose, courting a suit of brown. He looked eager, though quite old. “Yes, your honor. I’d be glad to.” Turning his attention towards the woman and holding up a piece of paper, he began, “The accused, Ms. What’s-her-face, is charged with murder in the first degree of her stepfather Blahblahblah. The weapon, currently being analyzed by our police department, was a silenced miniature uzi. It had a barrel of about five inches sticking out from the gun itself. Within three shots of firing said weapon, Mr. So’n’so was killed immediately. Several bullet holes were found inside the body during our autopsy report.” The man took a small breather; the woman looked at him flatly, blowing a bit of her bright hair out of her eyes. He continued, “Upon further questioning, Ms. What’s-her-face is revealed to have a rather long and abusive history with this man, prompting her motive for murder-” At once, the woman flared and she turned towards the prosecution, “You’re lying! It-it wasn’t like that at all! Why would anyone-” she turned back to the judge, “why would anyone just outright kill their own stepfather?! It doesn’t make any
Author Steve Bogira wrote a book based on his experiences over one ear in Chicago’s County Criminal Courthouse. His book Courtroom 302 goes through numerous cases and trials during the book, and gives the reader an inside look at what really is going on inside of the courtrooms. The key player in this book are the defendants, deputies, prosecutors, attorneys, and jurors. However, the judge of the courtroom, Judge Daniel Locallo is the main character most of the book is around, because he handles all of these cases.
Surviving a shooting is unthinkable and to have to go to trial as a witness and relive the shooting is even more unthinkable. Josie deals with going to the trial and observes all the grieving. Josie’s mother Alex begins to date Patrick, one of the detectives on Peter’s case. While on the stand, Josie breaks down and tells everyone she killed Matt Saab, her former boyfriend. The jury deliberates and finds both Peter and Josie guilty. I evaluate why Josie went to prison, predict that Alex and Patrick will get married, and question why Josie shot Matt.
While the courtroom was relatively small in size, the front of the room featured a table for the prosecution team, along with two separate podiums, stationed just before the judge’s bench. The room also featured a juror’s box; however, no jury was present for the duration of Tran’s court session. To the viewer’s right of the judge’s bench, a team of court officials were seated, while a witness stand was positioned to the viewer’s left of the judge’s bench. Two bailiffs were positioned to both the left and right of the judge’s bench. In the empty juror’s box, additional court officials, including law enforcement officers, were
The appellant, Gary Cassidy, was living with his mother, Alice Bieber, in Windsor Ontario. The appellant’s mother went to bed while the appellant went out. The morning after Mrs. Bieber noticed her car was missing from the driveway. She assumed that her son had taken it out the night before. Alice, asked her son if he knew anything about her car being missing, the appellant denied knowing about the car and mentioned that Mrs. Bieber should report it to the police, which she did. Shortly after two police officers arrived at the appellant’s residence informing Mrs. Bieber that her car had been recovered in damaged condition the night before. She stated that her son may know something about her car. The officers started questioning the appellant. During questioning the appellant became upset and aggressive towards the two officers. The appellant started verbally abusing the officers, accusing them of trespassing and told them to get off of the property or he would make them. Mrs. Bieber tried to intervene but the appellant ignored her. Shortly after the appellant threatened the officers, he ran into the living room and grabbed one 12-guage shotgun off
HORSEHEADS (WENY) - As the Village of Horseheads Mayoral race continues, challenger Louise McIntosh has proposed a different option for the police chief position. She says the Village shouldn't be sharing services when it comes to law enforcement.
On September 14, 2015, I attended a public criminal case at the North County Vista Courthouse. This case dealt with the murder of Jason Harper, and was presented to Judge Blaine Bowman. Jason Harper was shot and killed on August 27, 2012 by wife Julie Harper. Harper claimed that she accidently fired at her husband out of self-defense while the two were arguing in the upstairs bedroom of their Carlsbad home that morning. Ms. Harper alleges that she was a victim of domestic abuse and that Mr. Harper had raped her on account of over 30 times during their marriage. Transition Sentence Prosecutor, Keith Wantanabe claimed that Julie Harper shot her husband with (1) Conscious Disregard of
Laura Holland, an upcoming journalist whose need to answer “What if?” leads her on an exploration of the legal system to investigate a hypothetical case of self-defense if she had shot and killed her attacker. Against the will of her husband, and EMDR therapist, Laura works closely with Thomas Bennett, hotshot Atlanta defense attorney, who happens to have an uncanny resemblance to her attacker, to discover if her self-defense plea would uphold in court. Will Laura survive the emotional rollercoaster of flashbacks, fear, doubt, empowerment, and determination that comes along with reliving the attack, or will it break her?
Have you ever seen or wrote about a courtroom? Have you ever seen them in person? If you haven’t there’s a difference between reading and seeing. This paper will be about explaining what takes place inside the courtroom and actually seeing inside a real courtroom inside the movie “Real Justice”. It will be giving illustration of a discretion, courtroom workgroup, and Assembly line of Justice.
“Marlene Barnes, when I looked at this case, I thought it possible based on circumstantial evidence. However, as I’ve listened to the evidence presented, I've changed my mind and now believe you’re a cold hard killer with no conscious. According to the evidence, you committed a most heinous senseless murder by smashing your mother's head and dumping her body in the trash. The court sentences you to die in the death chamber at the State Prison. Get her out of here,” the judge said as the
On Wednesday, February 23, of 2016, from 9am to 11am, I observed a jury charge. A jury charge is a component of the jury process dedicated to instructing the jury of the law to reach a verdict. The instructions are repeated and paraphrased to prevent ambiguity by creating precision to tackle each individual jurors understanding of the law. Rather than observing other courts such as traffic or civil court, I choose to observe the Albany County Judicial Center, criminal court with Judge Herrick. Criminal courts portray a wider view of the court processes. That is, in more serious offenses the role of each member of the court is explicit. Whereas, in other courts, traffic for instance, cases are usually in and out at a rapid pace with limited interaction of court
So for the first time in my life I set foot in a courtroom. Immediately I see a lady at a desk documenting papers next to the throne of which the judge sits in, followed by the opposing sides of the district prosecutor representing the “People”. On the opposing side of the courtroom there is the
Who knew it was going to be this interesting? Nonetheless, she knew what had to be done and voiced her position about the trial like the other eleven members respectively. Quick raps of the gavel commenced, the judge giving a few nods, “Yes, I do find that this trial may be coming to a close. I shall announce my verdict. In the case of the murder of fifty-five year old Blahblah What’s-his-name, Ms. What’s-her-name is declared-” The gavel swung, hitting the podium, “Guilty! Bailiff, please escort this young woman to her cell immediately.” That same officer, the one with the loud voice took her by the arm away from the other two officers and led her out of the courtroom. “Court is adjourned!” A clock hung above the juror stand reading 11:23. Bedhead was there for four
Members of his family have been brutally murdered, and Tommy Melancon, a 13 year old, stands accused of the heinous crime. His mother is the sole survivor and is adamant that he wielded the weapon that committed the atrocity. His only advocate is his grandmother, who’s hired a law firm to represent her grandson on the charges.
“Witness for the Prosecution” superbly demonstrated a realist view of the operating procedures in a courtroom. The actors within the courtroom were easy to identify, and the steps transitioned smoothly from the arrest to the reading of the verdict. The murder trial of Leonard Vole provided realistic insight into how laws on the books are used in courtroom proceedings. With the inferior elements noted, the superior element of the court system in “Witness
I had many expectations for this experience. For the entrance of the courthouse, I imagined an impressive foyer with granite tiles and an information desk right in the middle of the foyer. For the courtroom, I expected to see a large and spacious room that has a high ceiling with extravagant granite floor and marble columns on the wall. I imagined hearing the echoes of my heels hitting the floor as I walked into the room. I also expected to see long, wooden benches for everyone, a podium in the middle of the room, and the judge’s seat high and grand for everyone to see. Now, looking back at my original expectations, it seems like I wanted to walk into the Basilica du Sacré Cœur