She had grown weary of the malaise overtaking the country. What she perceived as the lacking of personal reservoirs. That people allowed corruption, dishonesty to become a way of life. That they were so needy and devoid of true identity - their selves.
While she understood most compassionately the human condition, clearly she saw it in herself, and she knew what she must do. Get out of their heads and into her own.
Most particularly, what was occurring in her town troubled her. That people waited so long to stand up.
It was a spectacular fall morning when the trial got underway. The courtroom was full of spectators.
"Counsel, will you approach the bench?" the judge asked.
"This is a delicate case, a public official. There is a lot riding on this however it turns out."
The judge instructed the prosecutor to call his first witness.
"As you know, this is a case to determine if there was any wrongdoing, any racial profiling."
"Yes, sir," The Captain said.
"Were you instructed to pull over a specific race under the pretense of looking for illegal Mexicans?
"I object, leading the witness," cried the defense attorney.
"Let me rephrase the question. Can you tell me what the instructions were on March 12, 2012 regarding license and registration check?"
"We were told to check everyone for a current license and registration and to look for illegal Mexicans."
"How did you go about ascertaining who was illegal and who was a resident?"
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