Ok. My court date/sentencing on Monday...a couple of days ago. I went in to get sentenced after pleading guilty to illegally transporting my LEGAL medical marijuana. In a container. In my purse. Why did I plead guilty? After being assaulted by the arresting officer and mistreated and denied medical attention,etc., at the jail afterwards? Because this is Amerika, and thats what you do if you cant afford a $5000 retainer for an attorney who will actually represent you...and your best interests...in court. But thats another story for another time...and I digress too easily as it is. So on with the main event. I met my attorney there (actually made it on time) and he began to explain to me/ask me if I understood what was about to happen; a years probation, almost a thousand dollars in fines, drug assessment course (that I would have to pay for), random drug screenings and pbts (would also have to pay for), etc., etc.. I said yes, that I understood, but wasnt really listening to him. I interrupted him and asked if I would be allowed to say anything to the judge before I was sentenced. He asked me what I had in mind. I opened my briefcase and started to pull out something; when he saw what it was, he motioned my hand back into it, touched me on my shoulder, and said, lets go in. The judge started to say his piece...read the charge, asked if I understood what I was pleading to, etc., when I interrupted him (uh-oh) and asked him if I could say something before he sentenced me. He looked at my attorney, who looked at me and then turned back to the judge and said, My client has something she would like to say. I looked at the judge and said, Your Honor, I understand that I broke the law, as it stands, and Im prepared to pay for the consequences of my actions. But I have to ask the court this: do YOU think that I have paid enough...suffered enough...learned my lesson... after all of this? I then picked up the envelope that I had laying on the podium, standing there before the judge. In it were pictures of the bruises that the cop had put on me. As I was showing them to him, the look on his face became more and more horrified. He asked what they were...was that my legs...shoulders..wrists...and who had done that to me. (TO BE CONTD IN A MOMENT)
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 05:25:27 +0000