Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
When a guy was booked into the county jail and placed in the "drunk tank", his father and two uncles were allready there. When the guy came on for trial, one issue was whether he was intoxicated when the incident in question occured. Both uncles and his father were called to testify that he was not intoxicated when lodged. On cross examination, the DA asked each if he had ever been convicted of a crime. The first uncle's response was,"well, nothing but rape, robbery and murder"--he was lying, he had allso been convicted of assault and arson; with the other uncle and the father it got a little better but not much.
I got a real kick out of watching the faces of the jurors.
In another case, a hooker was charged with grand larceny. A "customer" claimed she had taken his wallet with over $1,000. in it. A new young deputy DA was trying the case and the DA was sitting in the audience to evaluate how his deputy was doing. When the Defence atty, called his client to deny that she had taken the wallet, in addition to answering his questions, she pointed at the DA and blurted out, "just ask Justin (the DA), he knows me well and knows I wouldn't steal from a customer... "
The DA turned red as possible and he never lived that down!
Court rooms are pretty dull most of the time, but now and then it can be real lively---like the time I asked a young "lady" I was arrainging whether she understood the charge. Her response was "OH, F---- you!" It takes a moment to come up with exactly the right response to something like that.
Back in the early '70s, there were no black people in our town, (Medford Oregon), but a transient black girl was arrested for prostitution. Trial was set out about 2 months down the line, and with lots of trials comming and going, we did not pay attention who she was as her trial date came.
At that time there was one black judge in the whole state and he lived and worked in Portland about 250 miles away, but he conned his way into a temporary assignment to work in our county for a week so he could attend a well known Shakespear festival in our area. The morning he came to work, no one noticed that the trial he was assigned was the black hooker. He walked into the courtroom and the deputy sheriffs brough the defendant in--------The only two black people in the whole town were the judge and the defendant; I of course was not in that courtroom, but the staff people told me it was like something from a TV comedy show watching the reaction of both of them. I was never able to convince him that I did not intentionally set him up. At least after awhile he began to think it was funny, but for years, every time I would encounter him at a state Judicial meeting, he would start telling who ever would listen about me setting him up on that trial.
Vaughn
I got a real kick out of watching the faces of the jurors.
In another case, a hooker was charged with grand larceny. A "customer" claimed she had taken his wallet with over $1,000. in it. A new young deputy DA was trying the case and the DA was sitting in the audience to evaluate how his deputy was doing. When the Defence atty, called his client to deny that she had taken the wallet, in addition to answering his questions, she pointed at the DA and blurted out, "just ask Justin (the DA), he knows me well and knows I wouldn't steal from a customer... "
The DA turned red as possible and he never lived that down!
Court rooms are pretty dull most of the time, but now and then it can be real lively---like the time I asked a young "lady" I was arrainging whether she understood the charge. Her response was "OH, F---- you!" It takes a moment to come up with exactly the right response to something like that.
Back in the early '70s, there were no black people in our town, (Medford Oregon), but a transient black girl was arrested for prostitution. Trial was set out about 2 months down the line, and with lots of trials comming and going, we did not pay attention who she was as her trial date came.
At that time there was one black judge in the whole state and he lived and worked in Portland about 250 miles away, but he conned his way into a temporary assignment to work in our county for a week so he could attend a well known Shakespear festival in our area. The morning he came to work, no one noticed that the trial he was assigned was the black hooker. He walked into the courtroom and the deputy sheriffs brough the defendant in--------The only two black people in the whole town were the judge and the defendant; I of course was not in that courtroom, but the staff people told me it was like something from a TV comedy show watching the reaction of both of them. I was never able to convince him that I did not intentionally set him up. At least after awhile he began to think it was funny, but for years, every time I would encounter him at a state Judicial meeting, he would start telling who ever would listen about me setting him up on that trial.
Vaughn
keep em coming. I like them.
