I visited 3 hearings with my coursemates, 2 of which were domestic violence cases, 1 quick one was on minor fraud. The first case involved a verbal abuse by the husband to his spouse, and we ended our day with a domestic violence case between a young couple with 4 children which engaged in a verbal combat never ceasing going around in circles, with the prospect of really resolving a conflict and of filling up the real & striking gaps really distant in thin air. The injury that was brought up in the latter's case involved a mere pink bump on the wife's forehead, whereas her husband contested that he had suffered injuries in his hands and neck due to her clawings - his photos were unfortunately not presented, I don't know why. (crush) Thank goodness the injuries were only as severe as aforementioned, I honestly don't think I could have handled anything more gruesome, at least not today...
It was such a great and fulfilling experience! I truly had many lessons and insights to take away.
1) It's amazing how much the real court scene reflects a TV drama. Part of me feels ecstatic that I can relate and be so engaged, each time anticipating the next party to make his move and see what happens next. Part of me felt rather sinful to maybe enjoying this a little too much. With this, I also felt disheartened learning how the reality of some people's lives could be as dramatic as a tv show... You either win or lose big time. & that would be final, some people's lives will just be changed forever.
2) My heart took a blow each time I saw the defendants unrepresented. I can recall this emotive phase during my past court visits in M'sia - where several drug/theft offenders were left unrepresented during their plea in mitigation, they were silent as to what to do, but God bless the gracious judge who prompted them quite significantly with leading questions causing them to give answers that reflect their real and present mitigating circumstances. I will never forget this. I will also not forget the officers/court assistants who sneered and scorned at the suspects. During that time, one offender had a representation. When it came to others turns, the lawyer sat back at the bench with the crowd. I know it is not his duty or responsibility to represent other people for free, but I can't help but feel that he could have done more... Today, all the suspects were unrepresented. In my mind, I kept wondering what the reason could be. Could it be money? Or ignorance? Either way, they're not good reasons. It's not the most exciting scene to witness a person trying to fend for himself in the witness box, whilst being dictated what to do, when he may not be aware of what matters and what not in that situation which could potentially break his life...
4) Thank God that language is not a barrier in England! Albeit no representation, they were able to understand what was going on, at least to a certain extent, and could interact / engage with the judges/lawyers at least, in an organic human way.
3) I also appreciated how the judges and court assistants were rather polite and courteous whilst interacting with the suspects / parties. e.g. the court clerk reiterated twice to the first suspect his right to free legal representation, to ensure he knows clearly what his rights were.
4) I also appreciated the free legal aid that was made available!
5) It was also disheartening to be confronted with such realities of life that do exist. Circumstances that people live in which we may not be aware of all the time, or forget because we are just so blessed... The man in the first case pleaded guilty at first instance, he later broke down when the court asked him if he has anything else to say, and said, "I don't know why i did what i did. When I see a fly, I open the window to let it out. I would never hurt anyone. I just lost everything because of my stupidity. I lost my house, my family, my friends..." Aiyo, my heart just sank, or a heavy anchor sank into the depths of my heart. Having said that, the prosecution's account of events in such details of his verbal abuse certainly scraps away some sympathy. It made me wonder, what could have potentially gone wrong in this person's life that's caused him to lead the life he now has...
6) In relation to the previous case, I also appreciate that the English courts do adjudicate fairness and intervene in cases even as seemingly trivial as "verbal abuse". Well, it also included threats to kill and crude threats of violence. Nevertheless, it is enlightening as I don't know if this would be a common scene in Malaysia's courts.
7) I appreciate that the BPTC is highly reflective of real-life practice. It was insightful to see barristers in action, interacting with the judges in a reasonable, rational and sensible enough manner. The professionalism of legal practitioners is commendable (although I also felt bad for the people who had to be grilled by such refined and well-trained barristers :( :P).
I left the courts in a rather perplexed state because the last case just didn't seem to go anywhere. Both parties had plenty of gaps in their stories, I don't know who to believe, how to feel, how to judge. To a certain extent, I do feel slightly betrayed at the contemplation of potential lies (that'd then make me cringe at the thought of how out of character ppl are capable to become when they are hard-pressed). I wonder how the judges will attempt to resolve this deadlock, in all their wisdom.
Anyway, you must be thinking, "aiyo, with so much emotions, how to become a lawyer? how to do anything if so emotional???" As emotional and gullible I may have presented myself to be, I understand that stories may be fabricated, it could have all been an act to win the court's sympathy. And that brings me back to the harshness of reality.
Sitting through the courts, I kept pondering in my heart, "God, what do you want me to do with this experience? With all that I'm feeling?" I wondered which part of my dormant dreams, desires & probably undiscovered passion could have been sparked or fuelled. I also played through briefly the possibilities of me wearing different hats in relation to the various personnel that were present in the courtroom. I didn't find an answer, which is fine.. :) //
"Break my heart for what breaks Yours,"
Are these what that break Your heart, my Lord?
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