January 21, 2012
My Morning in Female Court
A reader feels a gender bias against men in an increasingly female-dominated judiciary. Of course, he is delusional since only women, homosexuals, select minorities and Jews can be discriminated against, and he is none of these.
by Daniel
(henrymakow.com)
Today I spent my morning sitting in a court room patiently waiting my turn to plead not guilty and present my evidence in a case of speeding and photo radar.
The Judge was stuffy and fierce, she almost seemed to be aging at an accelerated pace.
The crown prosecutor was young and slender, just the right amount of curves in the right places... O.k. she was hot! There !.
I had the luxury of sitting through the entire mornings proceedings and getting to hear all the cases and arguments before me. Most of these were half-assed pleas for mercy to avoid shelling out a few bucks and hey why not?
A few of the defendant's didn't have a clue what was up or down; no case no arguments prepared. Even the cops in the back row were chuckling to themselves.
Watching the judge through all the proceedings, she seemed dead and lifeless but actively engaged in taking notes.
The crown prosecutor was a little more lively I think I almost caught her smiling a few times!Now, I actually had a case based on solid facts, nothing to do with my opinion.
I finally get my turn to present my case and defend myself. I constructed my defense based on a portion their own evidence. I used the photographs, reported speed, lapsed time stamp and measurement of the vehicle to prove the car was actually going much slower then reported.
I made very nice diagrams and a written explanation for the Judge. The case I thought was nearly bullet proof but she made no attempt to look at any of the contrary evidence. The cute little crown attorney came at me with the speed of a viper (I must be onto something here I thought)
"ARE YOU A MATHEMATICIAN!!" she barked, "Did you make those calculations yourself?"
Yes I replied, here is a copy for you. She went on to tell me that I am not qualified to do that. She never looked at the evidence nor did the judge. She just grimaced at me the whole time and I didn't see her making any notes. I was quickly found guilty.
Now can anyone please correct me but I thought the court house is a place where the judge carefully reviews facts and evidence?
Did I think too much? Maybe that combined with my gender intimidated them?
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I have since spoken to the guy who runs www.wiseupwinnipeg.com and he has informed me that what I thought was "court" really isn't. My case was heard by a magistrate. They make you think its court. He went on to tell me that at that level you could have the most iron clad defense and they'll still convict you: "its almost criminal" in his words.
I was also informed that my defense has been used before and its nearly indisputable; you just don't hear about it in the media. He was kind enough to provide me with all the details on how to appeal and have it heard by an actual judge.
