At 10 to 10, I made my way into the Courtroom #2-6.
What I describe below is what lead up to Eric’s case – to skip to it directly, please, go here.
It was packed with a murder of lawyers – wait, that is for crows. When it comes to lawyers, is it a gaggle? Or a pride?
Whatever it is, it certainly has an air all of its own. They were swarming back and forth, checking notes, striding towards each other and sharing hushed conversations and abruptly striding away again. Had they been wearing wigs, it could have been straight out of David Copperfield!
No sight of Eric.
At the stroke of 10, Madam Justice Kelly (? – I was in such a rush to get in, I didn’t check the name walking in and the roster was gone later… but one of the lawyers down the hall thought it might just have been Justice Kelly…..please, dear readers, forget me my sloppiness) promply came in, took her place and after the customary pomposity (‘Hear yee, hear yee, anybody having business to be heard before the crown…..’ something like that, they do stand on their ceremonies, and rightly so! After all, we ARE the Children of the Magna Carta!) got to business in a most practival and efficient way.
And I mean efficient: before I even got oriented, the first case was over!
Now, please, let me explain the layout of courtroom #2-6 at 361 University Avenue in Toronto: it will explain why, in addition to not having any legal training whatsoever and therefore only understanding the proceedings through my highly imperfect layman’s prism, I had a bit of a hard time hearing everything that was going on.
Like most Ontario Courtrooms, this one was wall paneled; what was new to me were the three huge panels of marble decorated with a brightly painted coat of arms. I could not find a pic of an identical one, but this one is pretty similar.
In front of this, on a raised platform, was the large desk of the judge.
Below/in front of this, also elevated, but less, were the desks of the court clerk, transcript person, and so on and so on. Two rows of them, descending in height.
Then come the counsel tables. Usually, there is only one row of these with the lectern splitting them or to one side of both of them. Well, in courtroom #2-6, there were many, many more.
It was a bit confusing with all the
penguins lawyers striding around, but I think there were 4 rows of 4 tables, with the lectern in the middle of the second row. And different lawyers had very important documents spread out on each table.
To the right of the room, on the judge’s left, but really close to her desk at the back of the room, was the jury box with the jury door in the back wall beyond it.
Following all the lawyer desks, there was a low wooden barrier with a couple of breaks in it for people to get from the lawyer area to the spectator area and vice versa. In the middle, between the two breaks, there was the penalty box, with about six or eight seats in it and a plexiglass barrier separating it from the spectator area.
Next came the benches for us, the spectators, and a couple of chairs for the bailiffs, and the doors to the hallway beyond.
Why such a detailed description?
Well, my dear readers, the distance from the judge to the spectator area was quite large….as was the distance from the lectern, from which most of the lawyers spoke…facing the judge and away from the spectators, making it difficult to hear… My apologies.
Still, I did manage to glean the gist of at least a few of the cases that were heard before Eric’s came up – and, my dear readers, they made my head spin.
And not in a good way…
So, permit me to finally commence the narration!
As I said, I quite missed the first case.
The second case was that of a man who had been sentenced for a 2 year suspended sentence for an assault with a weapon. And while the maximum possible sentence for this offense was up to 10 years in prison, so getting only 2 years suspended was not so bad, there was a bit of a problem…
A two year sentence would affect this man’s immigration status!!!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but….
The very reason why any criminal sentence of 2 years and more is supposed to be considered by the immigration people is precisely because we do not want people who commit serious criminal acts to be permitted to settle among us. Yet, over and over during this morning, sentences and dates were manipulated in order to actively prevent immigration boards from learning of the criminal activities of the people before them….
But, I am getting ahead of myself!
Now, this guy had time to appeal this tiny slap on the wrist of a sentence when he was first convicted, but he had not done so….because he did not realize the immigration board would learn of it.
AND IF THE IMMIGRATION BOARD HAD LEARNED HE WAS A CRIMINAL, IT MIGHT ‘PREJUDICE’ THEIR ASSESSMENT OF HIS STATUS!!!
IT IS SUPPOSED TO!!!
So, this joker’s lawyer was claiming that since knowing about his clients criminal sentence would be ‘prejudicial’, the court ought to let him appeal the sentence, even though it was way over a year since the appeal deadline had gone…
And the judge – and the judge GRANTED IT!!!
The judge agreed to conspire to defraud the immigration board and prevent them from learning evidence necessary for them to fairly evaluate this man’s immigration application.
And this is called the justice system?!?!?
The very next hearing had immigration implications as well.
It turns out that this particular person has plead guilty to some serious charges which I didn’t quite catch, but they were serious enough to require a sentence longer than 2 years in jail.
And this person’s sentencing hearing was scheduled just a week before his immigration hearing!!!
Of course, being sentenced to two or more years of jail, as this individual was bound to be, based on whatever it was he had plead guilty to, would be prejudicial to the immigration hearing...
So, the judge summarily moved the sentencing to be the week after the immigration hearing, successfully keeping them in the dark about this future resident’s undisputed serious criminal history.
I suspect I lost about 30% of my hair listening to just these last 2 cases alone…
Moving a pre-trial date, no details. Done.
During all this time, lawyers are coming and going. Usually, when the court is in session, nobody breathes a word, yet during all this,
people lawyers were striding back and forth and consulting importantly in hushed voices…making it that much harder to hear the real action!
When the people concerned in the cases were even brought to court (not all were, choosing to have their lawyers be there in their stead), they would either step up from the spectator benches or, if incarcerated, the bailiffs would sneak them in (while the action was going on) through the jury door and sit them, one at a time, in the jury seats. Even though they were the accused, and most demonstrably not the jury. You knew they were the accused because before they were seated, among much clattering, the bailiffs would remove their shackles…
A Mr. Henry wanted his case to be severed from a Mr. Brown’s case, and the trial to be moved from June 2015 to some time in 2016.
Whatever happened to ‘justice delayed is justice denied’?
OK – I stopped taking note of the # of the case, as some that were brought in were not actually scheduled for today…yet still no sight of Eric!
At this point, another dude was brought in – and this time, he was put not into the jury box, but into the penalty box. A second, different dude was put into the jury box and unshackled. He was a Mr. Williams – not on the docket for the day, but…
It seems the guy in the penalty box is being held as a material witness in another case in which he is to testify on Monday, and the Crown wanted him held until that time so that they would be sure to be able to produce him as a witness.
The judge asked him his position and he said that was OK, as long as they would let him get a shower and shave and get clean clothes (the raw-linen blazer he was wearing was wrinkled and a size too small) and she happily made the order to say so.
The next case was that of a Mr. Farouk, who needed his court date moved.
This judge is most certainly efficient!!!!
At this point, the Crown and some of the lawyers started talking to the judge about scheduling, who is to go next and so on. As Eric was listed as self-represented and no mention was made of his case, I was getting worried that without a legal advocate, he might get lost in the shuffle…
Still, I held my breath and hoped for the best!
The next case was a very sad sob story.
You see, a certain Me. Villenouve (sp?) was caught with a somewhat incriminating amnout of narcotics.
He stepped up to face the judge from the spectator ranks – obviously, he had not been in custody prior to his trial date.
Mr. V. chose to be judged not by a jury, but by a judge alone and entered a plea of guilty.
The court learned that he had been found to be in possession of:
42 grams of Ecstasy
(?) grams of Hashish
231 grams of pot
22 grams of crack cocaine
The defendant pleaded guilty to everything but the Ecstasy – which, he claimed, belonged to his SO.
And there were extenuating circumstances: his SO, you see, was addicted to drugs and this 50-year-old-man did not realize that this was a bad thing. Nor did he realize that having all these drugs on him was a bad thing.
Plus he has been on disability for years – see, he is the victim here!!!!
He told the court he did it out of love, and he was sorry, and knew he was a bad boy and would never ever do it again! Pinky swear!
Now, this 50-year-old man looked rough, wore gray sweat-pants and brown leather jacket to court…and walked out a free man!
OK – there were some conditions on 20 month conditional sentence. But, he walked out of the courtroom, no jail time for him.
The next case was of a Richard something – and they were using a Spanish interpreter for him. With all the background noise, and the interpreter speaking simultaneously to other people, it was difficult to make out the details – at first. But, this case did drag on a bit and I think I got the gist of it.
You see, Richard is a refugee from Venezuela.
He was biking down the street when he passed a 79-year-old lady. He stopped his bike, leaned it against something and walked up to her asking for directions to somewhere,
When she tried to help him, Richard pulled out some pliers, attacked her, cut the gold chain about her neck and stole the crucifix that had hung on it.
He then tried to hide behind some bins or cars, but the highly traumatized victim saw him and alerted a bystander who affected a citizen’s arrest until the police arrived.
When arrested, Richard gave the cops a fake name and it took them hours to properly id him.
OK, so Richard is the bad guy, right?
But here is an unexpected twist: the 79-year-old victim wanted to only testify from behind a screen.
For me – that is a deal-breaker: everyone MUST have the right to face their accuser. If you want to hide – no case. End of discussion.
That the judge even considered it makes my skin crawl!
This is so deeply against the principles of common law, as stated in the Magna Carta, that I cannot express the depth of disgust I feel for a court willing to subvert justice in this manner!!!
However, instead of pouncing on this cornerstone of justice, the defense entered such irrelevant facts as that the accused’s sister is a 50-year-old house cleaner and that his son, back in Venezuela, is in a hospital.
You have a perfectly principled reason to scream that justice is being denied (not being permitted to face the accuser), yet the defense brings in irrelevant and frivolous crap?
What is happening to our ‘justice’ system?!?!?
Finally, the crown asked for Richard to serve 5 months and 28 days for this whole mess, which would actually be equivalent to the time he had already spent in jail. They went through the complicated loops and jumps they had to go through to arrive at ‘time served’…and, again, some sort of immigration complication was raised the meaning of which I did not fully grasp.
What I DID grasp was that during this bit, another man was brought in and put into the jury box: it was the first time two people were in the jury box!
Now, when they brought him in and unshackled him, I was not sure it was Eric: I had never met him in person, having only known him from YouTube, emails and a few phone conversations.
Yet, this person might have been Eric…
The long gray hair and mid-chest long and rather majestic ‘Santa beard’ did not belong to the Eric I had seen on YouTube, the keen eyes did!
It was Eric!!!
And HIS case was next!!!!