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dekalb county recorder’s court

to kill a mockingbirdGovernmental blackmail is what it is.  You can have your day in court, but they make it so difficult that most people just give up and pay the fine.  Including me.

Let’s start at the beginning.

A couple months ago I was involved in a traffic accident in which a woman ran a red light as I was going through it.  I didn’t see her and I ran into her.

The police showed up on the scene and believed the “she said” of the “he said, she said” situation.  I got a ticket.  The officer said if I went to court and the other party didn’t show up, then the case would be thrown out. 

On the ticket it said that the citation would be recorded in the system ten days after it was issued and would be available for payment over the automated phone system.  About a month later I was able to reach a human over the phone and I asked why my ticket wasn’t showing up in the system.  She replied that they were behind entering the tickets in and it wouldn’t be available for another 2 weeks.  My court date was about 3 weeks away.  In about two weeks the phone system finally has my info: $130 fine with a court date of October 24 at 2:00pm.

I decided to go to court.

I take Marta out to Decatur, GA to avoid having to deal with traffic and parking and as I walk up to the courthouse I see a long line of people waiting outside.  Apparently we all had a 2:00pm court date and the doors were locked until fifteen minutes before 2pm.  Fortunately it had warmed up from the cold snap that had come through the night before.  When we were finally allowed inside we filed into our respective courtrooms (ordered by last name) and we instructed by the court’s secretary (not stenographers, really, but I’m not sure their official titles) to sit near the front.  If anyone spoke to them or asked a question they were rudely told to sit down and be quiet and said everything would be explained later.  The people who came in later (they weren’t late, they were just still passing through security) were met with extreme impatience as the secretaries insisted loudly that all questions would be answered by their explanation that was to be given later.

One woman behind me discovered the man next to her didn’t speak any English so she went to ask if translation would be provided.  Her answer was, “NO ONE IS TO COME UP ASKING IF WE PROVIDE TRANSLATION SERVICES.  WE CAN HANDLE ALL LANGUAGES.”  He didn’t understand a word of it.  When all 230+ people (all of whom had cases) finally made it into the courtroom, the all-question-answering presentation was, well, presented (in English only, by the way).  For me, it just raised more questions.  One thing I did discover was that it was simply the arraignment where I could enter a plea, not the actual court date.  If I pled “not guilty”, I’d have to go back in a month.  Since I was just going off what the cop said.  I decided to give up and just pay my fine and hope for a point reduction on my license.  Everyone who wanted to just pay their fine and leave (and there was quite a few after that speech) lined up.  When I handed mine to the court-nazi, she shuffled some papers and replied “$230 dollars, 0 points.”  I was confused, and replied that the phone system said $130, but before I could even finish, she responded sternly, “Sir, it is $230, you can sit down.”

It took everything I had not to start yelling into that horrible woman’s face, but as we were informed by the court-nazis earlier, contempt of court fines were significant.  I said down, dejected.

The judge came in and reviewed all the fine-payer’s cases first which for most people was her stating your name, you standing and her stating, “zero points, you can go pay your fine.”  She was all business, but never rude and I did notice that the behavior of the psychos to her left and right changed markedly once she entered the room.  When met with a Hispanic person, she called them to approach the bench, she spoke to them in Spanish alleviating some of the complete confusion from their face (only to be replaced by the same dejection that was on mine).  She called my name, I stood.  “Zero points, you can go pay your fine.”  I left and waited 40 minutes in line to pay $230. 

I walked back to the Marta station.

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