Peering over glasses perched at the end of his nose – the judge looked at the defendants seated before him. It was just another day in his judicial service. Just another string of defendants jumpsuited in faded yellow, manacled to each other.
Just another day in paradise.
He let his gaze slip over each “in custody” in a slow, deliberate way, taking in the appearance and demeanor of each.
Seated at the table was a gaggle of young and eager public defense attorneys. They did their job – defending the guilty – well, with eagerness, fervor and mostly smiling faces.
“Call the first case, madam clerk,” he bellowed into the overhead mic.
“Case number 62-43690, Judge,” she replied.
A timid hand raised from the midst of the in custodies and the judge tried to act less surprised than he felt. What was SHE doing here? In chains? Hair unwashed and tousled? Yellow jumpsuit and blue tenny-runners with pink socks?
“Charge, Mr. District Attorney?”
“Minor consuming, Judge.”
“I see. Thank you. Now, Miss Michaels, this is what I am going to do. I need to recuse myself and let Judge Olsen continue with your arraignment. Do you understand?”
He tried not to smile as she nodded and he noticed her trembling lips and a tear working its way down her cheek.
Leaving the courtroom he took off his robes and went to the Bailiff’s office. “I’ll be posting bail for 62-43690, Josh. But I have a favor to ask. Don’t let her know the bail has been posted until the morning.”
“You see, I always promised my kids that if they were arrested they would spend a night in jail before I bailed them out.”
“Aha! Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”
Fully robed again the magistrate reentered the courtroom.
“All rise! The court is back in session, the Honorable William Michaels presiding.”
He adjusted his glasses once again, looked over the remaining prisoners and boomed into the mic again. “Next case, please.”
Those deliberate trifecta judges . . . erm . . . EDITORS have challenged us with the third definition for DELIBERATE. Here are 329 (or 330 – depends on the program) of mine . . . bring on your own. There is still time.