Friday, January 26, 2007

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Sensei





L a courtroom for ordinary crimes is smaller.
are aired thefts, traffic violations and other misdemeanor.
as violating the immigration and refugee law.
but does not require the presence of a single judge.
cases of murder and other heinous crimes demand the presence of three judges.

The judge, on his inauguration, occupies a large chair on the main stage. It's the most sumptuous of the room. From there acquitted or convicted.
There is a chair anyone.
One who does not know, know to see that chair there sits someone important.
is a high back chair, plush, comfortable. Leather seems.
It is like the throne of justice.
And justice should not suffer from hemorrhoids. Piles are arbitrary rulings unfair.

wears a black robe the judge. Black like the soul and the conduct of many who come there.
To prove his innocence or confirm his guilt.

When your Lordship enters the room all stand. So do not want.

A line below, there is a clerk to transcribe what he says the defendant, which said the lawyer, says the prosecutor and the judge who sentences him. In the plain, at the margins of the room are lined face to face, the table that holds the prosecutor and defense counsel table.

pages are tables and records. With papers, many papers.
The tip of the iceberg of the immense role that primes the legal bureaucracy. I do not say but I think, the paper should be the birth of civilization.

In the mean, and facing the judge, is the bench of the accused.

Beyond a wooden railing, the seats are reserved for the public.

Behind and above these seats only ornament hangs like a clock. The measure of justice is not space but time. And the time for justice runs at another speed. It is the same which they are serving the life sentence that the time waiting for the gallows.

Japan hanged its criminals.

(France, the guillotine and Peru were shot)

After half an hour to see if the picks are very dead.

Outside, in the long corridor, a series of numbered doors giving access to various courtrooms. Each has a bulletin board where it appears the time of each trial, its duration, the judge's name, type of crime and the names and any aliases of the accused.

Each room has a green light panel which indicates that within it is airing a process. To avoid untimely interruptions or distractions, a small window on the door lets you see who and what is happening in the room without opening the door.

Minutes minutes less, the trials end with the same precision with which it arrives at the station on Yamanote Line train or metro buses.

The trial begins, obviously, when you see the protagonist: the defendant. Arrives in handcuffs and a rope tied around the waist. It pulls one of the two policemen guarding it. Ingrained habit that Japanese police have moved, as if it were a response to alleged offenders. As if not enough with the modern steel handcuffs.

vulnerable air of desolation, recollection of which commit crimes, whether seasoned or first, is the same. Now, there comes handcuffed, tied up and flanked by two police officers is an illegal Peruvian, 39, born in the mountains of Lima. He is accused of violating immigration law and violate the traffic law, driving a car without a license.

They take the handcuffs, untie the rope around her waist. The judge tells him to come up and he goes to the dock. The half court interpreter between them.

"can remain silent if you want," he warns the judge because he must know that everything you say in this court could be used on their behalf or against you. "

The process has begun ...

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