We can see the fruits of equality down at the Harris County Criminal
Courthouse, where no matter your status as attorney, witness, accused, or victim,
no matter your race, no matter your sex, all are treated alike as criminals.
They set it up to make you know “They” are in charge from
the beginning. There’s a guy yelling
about Jesus handing out religious literature and next to him a guy yelling about
COVID handing you a mask. I’m not superstitious,
so I take neither.
Then the imperious black security mama is yelling at everybody in the line the same old shit about what clothes to take off and how they’re gonna smell your shoes for bombs. Sniff my leather belt, Aunt Jemima! Oh yeah, good girl. Good thing she checked my ankles while my pants were down, if it wasn’t for that I’d be keeping my combat knife there just in case negotiations with the prosecutor broke down.
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Speaking of proctology, I did have to take a surgical mask
after all. They do care if they can see
your mouth, because that means they can actually hear the attorney talking,
something Court staff never do if they can help it. But if a brother doesn’t want to pull his
pants up over his ass, that’s a form of expression worth protecting. That’s a personal choice. One dude lifted up his shirt so the Mammy
could look for grenades. Lord Jesus, we
could see nearly the entire moon shining and there wasn’t even a filter of
underwear to conceal his bare black ass.
Me and a few other lobbyists bonded briefly over this moment
and I asked an open question to the lobby “Anyone here been to the Grand
Canyon? Well, you just seen it.” That
was probably the high point for me and I know it was for all who heard.
You wonder why black people complain about the Court system when
they are the ones who are making it completely distasteful. The only “poleez brutalidee” I expect is from
the giant ape with a gun who tells a misdemeanant to move seats because he is
making the Supreme Lord Bailiff “nervous” because his required face covering is
in fact a balaclava. Here’s a hot idea:
how about you don’t require accused criminals show up to court looking like a
bank robbery in progress! That would mean we’d have to tell the truth about how
masks are bullshit.
The truth about masks are that it’s just another tool of
control that the CJC building is the epitome of. It’s narrow aisles and walls impose upon you
and suffocate you before you ever crowd yourself into the courtroom. No one knows where to go, know one knows what
to do. And when you are told what to do,
it’s from a uniformed black abusing the little authority we have been forced as
a society to give him.
Why do decent people have to suffer through this? Maybe the magistrate judges should be a
little less worried about stupid masks and get back to accusing indigent
defendants of being welfare cheats. It’s
time the uneducated drones understand they don’t run the Courtroom. Stop lording your authority over everybody,
and just keep your head down and do your job.
We’ll call you when there’s a bullet to jump in front of, but short of
that, the adults are talking so stfu.
And they if they don’t start talking to litigants and
attorneys with some courtesy and respect, I think they’re gonna regret it cause
people are gonna stop taking this shit.
The security at the courthouse is on the thinnest of margins. A full uprising by the litigants in one court
could subdue the whole staff before the swat team could react. Long enough to do something that’ll make the
next Court staff think twice before yielding to the temptation to mouth off to
a bunch of toughs gathered in one place.
