A Day in Traffic Court: Does Reasonable Doubt Exist?
I am probably jinxing myself by saying this, but what the hay, here I go: I have never been pulled over in my life. I told my LAPD Senior Lead Officer (a SLO is like a mini chief of police for a small area in a division) this secret of mine once and he gave me a very conspicuous "oh, really?" giving me the feeling the next time he sees me in my car, I am going to get the red and blue lights for going .333333 over the speed limit just so he can break my "pull-over" virginity. That said, stories from the other side like T. Alex Blum's OpEd in today's LA Times perked my ears:
Things looked up immediately when the judge (or commissioner) entered the courtroom, greeted everyone and gave a wonderfully clear and concise speech reminding everyone that this was a court of law and that we were all innocent until proved guilty and entitled to give evidence, produce witnesses and question our accusers, just like in a regular court of law anywhere in the land.
Everything sounds in order here, but then...