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Hogarth judge

February 2018



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Hogarth judge

I þú annur agus deyi hvor møgen' æ som séis betist þier.

I attended an oral argument at a local high school today. I was not involved in the case, but the Court of Appeals was holding arguments there as an educational program, and as a member of the local bar I thought I'd attend and show support, and maybe learn something.

The experience was scary in a number of ways. I learned that the police consider having a propane tank in the back seat of your car constitutes reasonable suspicion enough to justify a warrant to search your home for methamphetamine. Well, maybe not: the fellow was notorious to the officer in question for being a crack head already, but the law requires fact rather than mere suspicion. This was the fact they had so they ran with it. This was not a surprise.

What surprised me, though, was the atmosphere of the high school. The place bristled with public entrances: and every single one of them was locked both ways, and opening one of the doors inside would sound an alarm, in case one of the inmates tried to escape. Not only that, but all the bathrooms required a key. So did the lights inside the bathroom. I had to bother one of the staff there in order to relieve myself. You had to sign in at the entrance. Armed guards were posted at the door and in the hallways.

It wasn't like this when I was in high school, thirty five years ago. It was a relief to leave the place, the same relief you feel after you leave the jail after visiting a prisoner. Once again I thank God that I am no longer young in so thoroughly ruined a country.


There were cops in the hallways at the local high school when we were eight years old (1965), because black students attended there and the usual types of people had stirred up fear of "Negro riots".

And with all that "safety and protection", this still happens, every day, everywhere, and nothing will be done to prevent it.