Chapter 1787 twistzone (eight)

  The court has always been a solemn place. Even the most rebellious rock musicians must wear formal attire when they go to court, and keep quiet except for their own speaking time.

  When a judge wearing a black robe appears in the courtroom, everyone has to stand up until the judge sits down and everyone else will sit down.

However, in most cases, misdemeanor courts do not follow this solemn process. If a Manhattan bankruptcy judge who is accustomed to understanding at the top of the pyramid spends a day in misdemeanor courts, he will definitely have an eye-opener—he would think I went to the wrong place and came to a livestock auction house.

  Different from judges who hear major criminal cases and bankruptcy cases, judges in misdemeanor courts have a huge workload, handling dozens of cases a day.

  Sometimes they don’t go to court at all, because the court is too noisy, sometimes they encounter mentally ill prisoners, and the other party may not understand them at all. Moreover, the trial time of these cases is one or two minutes long, and the shortest is only a few tens of seconds, which is faster than the imprisonment of Sirius Black. Some judges even directly advise the prisoner to communicate with the prosecutor. Their offices are usually underground. After completing the transaction, the defendant went to court to plead guilty.

It is unconstitutional to refuse to provide lawyers to defendants facing imprisonment, but it is not only the Constitution and judges that are despised in the misdemeanor courts. The New York Times refers to this system as "cash register justice." The private regulatory company of "Bounty Hounds" is the same as the bounty hunters in western cowboy films. They have to complete the difficult tasks of their employers to obtain bounty, but the "bounty hunters" are fighting vicious cases. The "bounty hound" will try to threaten the poor who have no money to pay the fine, such as putting you in jail if you don't pay the money, or sending your daughter into the foster care system.

  The scene was extremely cruel, like a hunting dog biting a rabbit to death, not suitable for children to see. That single mother with a daughter, according to American welfare, can receive a monthly allowance for her children, which is all her income. However, when the child becomes an adult, the money is gone, and she will be discriminated against by other citizens, calling her the "welfare queen", which means the kind of woman who is completely dependent on social welfare and assistance.

  This is not the worst. The situation in prison is also related to personal financial resources. Those poor people who really have no money to pay fines will be put in prisons in eight people, without toilets, and without privacy. Cindy has even been "sublet" once, as the asset compensation debt of a former probation supervision company, as if time suddenly returned to the era of controlling slave labor 200 years ago.

  Perhaps many people are trying to improve the welfare system in the United States, spending billions of dollars on education, medical care, food rolls, housing, and financial aid, but the misdemeanor system makes their efforts all in vain. Many people have used various means to deprive the people who really need help from the welfare, and through so-called "work training", drugs and psychological counseling, etc., they have taken over the work functions of some other welfare agencies, and the victims are deeply trapped. In the terrible exploitation, it feels a bit like the couple of the orphans of the orphans in the fog.

In the final analysis, the people who need social welfare and relief are the people in difficulty. They have no way to resist, and the young and strong men are still capable of committing crimes. The social stratification has intensified. It is possible that a person who is all right will suddenly find that a robber is coming to his house. He was shot in the head from behind while checking the situation in the house.

  The misdemeanor system has allowed inequality to spread and has led to a particularly tragic injustice. The key is that it lacks any accountability mechanism, so that this kind of "radio justice" phenomenon exists under the radar of the system...

  "Ding Ling Dangling."

  Gonsey suddenly stopped talking.

   "Did you hear that?" Gonsai asked.

  Severus was also carefully discerning where the sound came from.

"She also told me a joke." Gonsey said behind Severus. "There was a defendant. He told the judge that he would spend $100 on food a week. The judge asked him why so much. The defendant told him. , Because his girlfriend lives with him, the judge said, ah? You are paying for her expenses, why don’t you remove this item, does she have a job? The defendant said she is looking for, the judge said, so you are Responsible for her life? The defendant said, yes, the judge said, why didn’t she look for a job? The defendant said, I don’t know, I really don’t know, the judge said again, why did you let her live with you? Are you eating and drinking here?"

  Severus looked back at Gonsei coldly.

   "She won't be back, will she?" Gong Saiyi said pitifully.

   "She is a psychologist, how can she know so much as a lawyer?" Severus said coldly.

   "Why do you believe her?" Gong Saiyi complained.

   "Like many men do in bars, why does he go out with the woman he met for the first time in his life?" Severus asked suddenly annoyed.

  "Where are your friends?" Gong Saiyi asked.

  Severus just remembered that when he was about to take out the communication crystal ball, the fig tree suddenly moved.

   To be precise, it was cracked, as suddenly as it appeared, the fruit and branches fell on the ground and turned into blood clots.

   "Look." Gong Saiyi pointed at something and said, "It looks like a stick."

Severus looked at the blood clots on the ground that had not yet dispersed, and carefully stepped forward in the gap between them. It didn't take long before he could see that it was not a stick, but a tube of a pneumatic transmission device. .

  When he approached the tube, there was a "rumble" sound from inside, and then there was a "pop", as if something had arrived.

  He was careful to take out a glass rod from the deformed lizard skin pocket, then poke it at the valve, the lid opened, and a lipstick-sized wooden box was placed inside.

  Severus took out the wooden box and opened it. Inside was a small knife, and there was a bee on the ebony handle with a gold thread.

   "That's a red wine knife." Gon Saiyi walked over and said, "There is no lethality or threat. It is only used for red wine."

   "He is dangerous." Severus opened the wine knife, revealing a not-sharp blade. "Do you think Napoleon is not lethal and threatening?"

  Gon Saiyi hadn't spoken yet, the surface of the mercury pool that was originally mirror-like began to boil, and scorpions appeared again, and those blood clots became their eyes.

The drunk Sphinx stood up danglingly, and jumped in before the returning tunnel did not disappear. The golden mirror immediately above also began to change and became transparent again, but it did not return to its original position, but Keeping the whole piece, it sinks slowly.

  Gon Saiyi immediately raised his wand and tried to use the Levitating Charm to keep it suspended, but this huge glass weighed several tons, and his power alone could not stop it.

   "Keep out of the way and close your eyes." Severus said, pulling the bowstring away, and a confusing spell was launched, shattering the huge glass to pieces like a bullet, and also making a loud noise.

   "Are we going to restore it?" Gonsai asked, looking at the broken glass all over the floor.

  Severus looked at the scorpions all over the floor. They got into the ventilation duct and soon disappeared.

   "Go find that woman." Severus said, and then put the wine knife in his jacket pocket and left the oval hall.

  (End of this chapter)