Darkness

 

A few days ago I sat in the court room, listening to people being addressed by a judge and set of lawyers. In order to address Your Honor, a bow is required when entering the courtroom. You also have to bow when you approach the bench of the Queen's court. Upon leaving, you need to bow again before exiting the door.

And let me tell you, the judge watches every movement. Especially when female lawyers appear and they say words out loud. I had to concentrate on focusing my eyes to the front or side. She was wearing a tight tweed skirt. It was distracting. Using all my focus, I ignored her.

To my benefit, the judge moved his attention to a few other people in the court room. A young man sat behind me on the bench, and I flinched. This man had sat beside me outside the courtroom, literally a foot away from me on the bench. It was very uncomfortable. I'm most certainly not gay and was NOT interested in this man at all. 

I have post traumatic stress from dealing with being raped as a child from men. It was disgusting. Because I dressed in nice clothes, I received attention from many people. It was a sad moment.

I wondered what Theresa went through when she was single and alive. Her, as a woman, would have an infinite amount of assholes approaching her daily. It's any wonder why she never went to work with a hand gun. And while I am thankful for the nice people who helped me that day, it was an uncomfortable moment for me. Surrounded by men, waiting for my name to be called by the court ledger. Awful. My charge was minor property damage, and I was very sorry I did that. 

At least my landlord got $60K in my belongings.

Suddenly, loud voices in Arabic are heard in the hallway. I wince. People are arguing in line. I wait for my name to be called by the judge.

I approach the bench.

Chris