I was the lone figure walking this evenng in the mist surrounded by the lamps’ dim lighting from one building to another to see my client.
It was the end of a day in which, perhaps more than I usually do, that I was living the life of a criminal defense attorney. I began the day finishing a domestic violence trial. I was ending it visiting another client who is presently a guest at MCI-Walpole at Ceder Junction
The jury trial had taken a bit longer than expected; they somehow usually do.
This is one of those trials in which I was reminded of one of my underlying beliefs…judges, prosecutors, jurors and witnesses are all human beings and are not simply defined by the role they play at certain events. If one can reach beyond the masks we don to live our daily lives and connect with the person underneath, then one can truly communicate. One has to understand that that person might have a different perspective than you…but people can disagree and still remain human.
This had been one of those trials. Reasonable prosecutor. Fair judge. Thoughtful jury.
Good trial.
What made it even better was that at this age, level of experience and reputation, I was not riddled with fear as in the days of old. I was also treated as a professional both in court and at prison.
You also get further with people without immediately engaging in hostilities. Again…recognizing a fellow human being goes a long way in being recognized as such back.
As I sat in the little room which was designated for my “attorney visit” and the corrections officer standing outside, I waited for my client and thought back over the last two weeks.
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