Tales Out Of Court

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The Tales Out of Court were a collection of vignettes about the life in the courts. It was meant to present the human side of law in a way not ordinarily exposed in literaure. Each tale was intended to speak to a particular facet of the legal processes, avoiding the tendency to paint Gorgons so evil the devil will run in fright or Gallahads so pure, Christ would find Himself redundant.

Some Tales found their way into IF ALL MEN WERE ANGELS. now available at The Bookden.

Many of the Tales, particularly those that deal with military topics were buttonholed elsewhere. see, also - "Military Police Blotter" - Military Courtroom Drama from J.D. Collins.

The Tales Out of Court went through the hands of the legendary publisher Bill Loepkey into the much acclaimed Inditer Dot Com of Canada. Bill was a remarkable editor for his willingness to consider topics not spoken of inside the US, the social dislocation caused by The Third INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION and the computor age.

Against advancing illness and frustration which the legal system imposed, Bill Loepkey promoted literature and culture on the internet. It is no small recognition that his countrymen have hono[u]red Bill in their Bibliotek Nationale.

JD COLLINS' other writings include the ENCLAVE trilogy begun in the Enclave published by INDITER DOT COM and carried into Bounds and then Pictures on the Wall published by Fullosia Press.

The editor of Inditer called Enclave "weird." @2002 by jd collins

jdcollins is the author of IF ALL MEN WERE ANGELS the dickenesque story of change and rigidity at the dawn of the computor age.

Life did change. Was it for the better?

Read IF ALL MEN WERE ANGELS Available through Denlingers, quality Books since 1927.

Leave Town Before Sunset

by .....Š 1999 by John F. Clennan, All Rights Reserved
Of this story, the author says;

Greetings in fullosia the lion of philosophy & heir to phi:
I am enclosing one of my favourite courtroom vignettes 'Leave Town Before Sunset' ... and a challenge to D. Grant DeMan to come up with one of his inimitatable,copper legends in reply.
(simultaneous royal translation provided)
jfc

"Mr. Rawling." The Judge looked with bloodshot eyes over her reading glasses, her frazzled hair was tied back in a blue bow, which had been crisper and straighter when deliberations of the jury began three days prior.

She shook herself to try to regain consciousness. The trial itself had lasted less than an hour: The DA armed with grants from the powerful cable companies had thundered that theft is theft and that the dowdy professor should be put away, forever if possible. "Throw away the key," the DA implored. This made sense when, after the brief trial, the jury had been retired with the expectation of quick conviction.

The Judge drew a breath. "A juror may, regardless of the evidence, hold to an opinion that nothing violated a purely personal sense of justice."

She sighed. Minutes earlier a haggard jury stood before her for her harangue urging them to resolve the deadlock. Holding up the cost of trail as ransom, she punished the jury with continued confinement as punishment for intransigence.

As the disheveled jurors, filed out dragging their feet in disgust, the round shouldered, chubby defendant stood and bowed slightly with respect. His dark suit and speckles gave him the appearance of the math professor rather than the computer and cable pirate the indictment spoke of.

The Judge continued wearily. "All 12 must convict or acquit, Ergo deadlock."

As the Judge paused to look at papers passed to her for signature, the defendant leaned closer to me. "What's my chance ?"

"Three for you; Three against you" the rest want to go home. They don't care."

"Even money." The professor snapped back in the chair with determination.

Staring at the defendant, the Judge leaned forward. "Tell you what: Plead guilty, No punishment. Promise not to come back here again."

"Leave town before sunset," I snickered under my breath to the bemused defendant. I relaxed in my chair.

Although fueled with venom from bribes - called grants, the DA would now accept a point of honor as a win.

The defendant shook his head solemnly. "Not with even odds. You'll have to up the ante," the professorial client retorted.

I stared in dismay. Any time the defendant walked away free, the defense triumphed.

The Judge's tired face forced an enigmatic smile. "Think on it. You hold the key of fate in your own hand."

The Judge was about to rise when the bailiff handed her a note. "We have a verdict." A wicked smile now complimented her grace. "The keys," the judge chuckled, "are now back in their proper place."

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