Dear friends, today I saw a grown man, a plaintiff’s attorney, say in court that it was offensive to him to be told about the racially discriminatory implications of his plaintiff’s suit.
I mean, he also argued that his challenges were all totally facial in the same breath as saying very seriously that he would need to do discovery to prove two of them so that he could find out what the government organization was doing with the statute, you know, how they were APPLYING IT. So I’m not sure he was, you know. A lawyer. And not a confused fifty year old who had wandered in from playing asshole bingo with his organization.
I also saw a dude with comedically spiky hair, a blue suit, and an actual attorney’s badge (okay, a small circular pin with bumpy edges on his lapel), but I did not get a photo. Truly the California Superior Court is a place of wonders.
