It was finally time for defence’s closing statement.
Aziza stood up with a dazzling smile she was famous for. Walking slowly across the court, looking at each one of the states Lawyers and Advocates. There was no need for her to say anything, she already won but this was her tuff, she was born for it and she will make sure they never forget it.It’s a beautiful day in Asherway. This day should be recorded in history books because never has it ever occurred in this country that a panel of all white Lawyers and Advocates represent a black man, pro bono. It makes you wonder what is so special about this case and what is in it for them.
A big cheer was heard from the audience signifying their agreement with her statement.
Silence in court, irritated court marshal commanded.
You honour my client is a respected activist who has sacrificed a lot for our people. Instead of him being celebrated and acknowledged, we are here handing him to the oppressors on a silver platter for them to crucify him, again. She said looking at the state legal team whose heads had now dropped.
A cheer from the audience was heard, louder than the previous one.
Marlone knew he should object but he had objected so many times that he was feeling like an idiot. He swallowed his pride and braced himself, it can’t get any worst than this anyway, he thought.
Silence in court! Judge Laymore commanded. He was already irritated with himself for allowing the case to come to court and getting impatient with Aziza who was rubbing it on their faces.
Seeing the irritation on the judge and states team was very satisfying to Aziza. She had no intention of making this easy for them.What message are we sending our youth? Old regime soldiers won’t gun us down on the streets anymore like they did to our parents because they now have a more sophisticated way to do it? They don’t train soldiers anymore but produce advocates, lawyers and judges and crucify us through the court of law, genius plan! she exclaimed.
Marlone could not take it anymore, irritation combined with anger saw him jumping off his seat and screaming. Objection your honour! the counsel is deviating from the case with unsubstantiated allegations and pure disrespect for this court.
Sustained, Advocate retract your statement. If you continue attacking the state and disrespect this court, you will be found in contempt. Judge Laymore said.
Apologies your honour, injustices of the previous regime get me emotional. Surely you can understand that. She said, looking at the judge with her innocent smile and puppy eyes before going for jaguar.
Unsubstantiated allegations brought us here today and this court allowed it. The previous regime monitored my client and photographed him crossing the border the exact time he is charged with murder of a fellow activist. This court has access to those files but here we are, a black man has to somehow prove to this court that he can’t be in two places at once because he has no superpowers to achieve that.
We all want to know who killed Luke the brave one. He was a great leader and his family needs that closure. She made eye contact with Luke’s wife, her sympathy showing on her face. Someone is skilfully using your pain and vulnerability to kill two birds with one stone. Divide and have them fighting and accusing each other, we won’t allow it. We don’t know who the killer is, what we know for certain is their skin colour definitely does not resemble that of my client.Marlone threw his hands in the air, burning with anger. Objection your honour! This is madness.
That’s it Advocate Grey, this court suspends your license for six months. Judge Laymore instructed police to remove Aziza from the court premises.
Like I said your honour, sophisticated way to crucify us, she said packing her files and walking out with an applause following behind her as half of the audience stood up and followed her outside.
Judge Laymore was caught by surprise. The media was still recording. The defence bench was now empty and the court was left with only one race, somehow proving Advocate Grey’s allegations.
In his absence, this court finds Mr John May not guilty of the charges. This court agrees with the defence that there was no case here and the state has waisted resources bringing it here. The court therefore orders the state to cover all defence expenses. This court is adjourned. He knocked his gavel very hard and stomped out, leaving very embarrassed and defeated state Lawyers and Advocates behind.
Detective Peter looked at Steve who was clearly not impressed. Steve, I assure you I had nothing to do with this. I am also as shocked about it. I did not look at the archives because I had no reason to doubt the evidence we had. He had worked with Peter for a long time and could tell that he was being sincere. If what you are saying is true then we are both being played and I don’t like it.
Me either, Peter sighed.Steve was happy to be out of court and distressing with his friend Dane.Hey Steve, I heard that a girl whipped your ass in court today. Dane said passing a cold beer to Steve.She is full of crap that one but she might be right about the case being a plot. We had DNA evidence and fingerprints putting Mr May at the scene, everything was wrapped up in a package for us to try this guy. Everyone just missed the fact that they have him on camera crossing the border more than a thousand kilometres away when the crime occurred. It bugs me that I didn’t see it coming, now I’m part of some sick racist psychos.Your job is to represent the state, you did, it was just a job.This has nothing to do with you.Steve took a sip from his bottle, enjoying the cold liquid going down his throat. Tell that to Advocate Grey, she was so disgusted with me she wouldn&rsq
Kissing John and his wife Joy goodbye, Aziza sneaked out avoiding everyone from seeing her leave. If she announced her departure, everyone would want to say their last words and it always ended up being a full conversation about memories of her father and uncle. She just did not want to hear those stories today. In the parking lot, she exhaled, relieved that she managed to dodge everyone.Hey sexy. A husky voice said behind her as two broad hands snaked in, resting on her waist.Get your hands off me Jerome, she said annoyed.A man can’t touch his wife anymore now? he said licking her earlobe.I am not your wife and if you don’t get your hands off me, I will kick your balls again.That’s not funny Az, the last ti
Good morning Mrs Payne. Sorry I’m late, I met some irritation at your door.Good morning Advocate Grey, thank you for finally agreeing to meet. Please take a seat.Sorry, I have been busy, she lied. Please call me Aziza, she said sitting down.I presume you busy so I will get to the point. There has been a lot of racial incidents in the country and the tension is evident everywhere. If ignored I’m afraid we could end up with a civil war. I have been tasked by the president to bring in a team of leaders and influencers who can look at our policies and give constructive advice on changes that could lead to healing of old wounds and bring all races together. I would like you to be part of that team.Thank you for considering me Mrs Payne. I am really humbled but I’m afr
Steve Marlone, I believe I just saw your heart jumping. What was that? Dolly asked narrowing her eyes.Come on Mrs P, I’m just messing with her.Careful with her, she could completely destroy you.How so? He asked curious.You saw how everyone followed her when she walked out of court?MhmmShe has an ability to start war on her own that one, that’s why we need her on this team.You sound certain about that, is there something you not telling me? Steve had thought about the way the audience was cheering Aziza in court. It was almost like she was an inspiration of some sort.I’m late for a meeting Steve, just don’t mess with her, okay.Yes Ma’am, he said but deep down he knew there was n
Aziza climbed the stairs slowly, she had no intention of getting her there on time. She had to show the white boy her irritation in using her favourite coat as bait to make her come to some stupid meeting. She still couldn’t believe that he actually called her a racist as if she was capable of being one. She opened the door to the conference room, intentionally banged the door and took a seat near the exit.Steve noticed her the moment she walked in. She was wearing black suit that fitted her perfectly. The peach silk top underneath her coat complemented her flawless skin. Her hair was neatly tied in conrows, he could see the precision of the straight lines on her head. Thank you Advocate Grey for finally joining us. I would appreciate you being on time on our next sessions. He said with a smile. The rest of the guest turned to look at her, clearly disapproving of her being late.Aziza glared at him, she did no
Steve and the rest of conference guest rushed out to investigate the commotion outside.Aziza was standing proudly in the centre with Seth and at least forty bikers riding their bikes slowly around her. She was surrounded but didn’t look bit worried.Steve swallowed hard, sweat already coming down his brow. He retied the strapping to secure Naomi who was fast asleep on his chest. If Aziza, a black woman was injured or worse in front of states department by a group of white bikers, there will definitely be war and his vision for the city and country would be completely destroyed. There was no sign of police, he had to do something but what could he do?Aziza looked at her watch and smiled. It was
Steve walked around for the the third time through John’s basement. He forced himself to look at the horrific pictures, read through the horror stories and the shocking end of Aziza’s family. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his shaking hands. How does anyone get over this? he wondered, her words echoing in his head “We are the generation that saw it all, felt it all and we lived with the physical and psychological scars”. Dolly was right, Aziza could start war on her own. She was the gasoline that would fuel the racial tensions and the recent targeting of blacks by Seth’s bikers and framing of John was enough to tip her over. Now she was a time ticking bomb that could go off anytime. He had hoped that knowing more about her would help him confront and reason with her but now he was terrified to even look at her in the eye.He walked up slowly, emotiona
It was a Sunday morning, Aziza was seating with James eating popcorn, playing computer games while waiting for her laundry.Do you really think we are all racist? James asked uneasy. Aziza was on the news a lot lately and he thought some of her views were extreme.Who is we? she asked.Us, you know, white people. He said shrugging his shoulders.No, just the ones whose parents were born here. Your parents moved here six years ago, I don’t have a problem with you.What about Steve, he asked curious.What about him?He was born here, his parents were born here but you like him.And what gave you that crazy idea? she asked, stuffing