For an accused on trial, there’s got to be a whirlwind of emotion.
I can only imagine the feeling, when after months of continuances and delays, the trial finally happens. You’re called to sit next to your attorney, and you sit and listen as the Commonwealth puts on its case.
You hear police testify against you and tell a story that paints you in the worst possible light.
You’re sitting next to your attorney as he cross-examines witnesses, probing the Commonwealth’s case for weaknesses. You try to get his attention as he argues, but he stops you so he can focus on what the witnesses say.
Finally, you hear him argue the facts and the law as best he can – why the Commonwealth hasn’t proven it’s case against you.
You hear him rest. The District Attorney then responds with his own version of facts and the law as he sees it. The DA rests.
The courtroom is silent for a few moments that must feel like an hour. Tension builds as you await the decision. And then out of the judge’s mouth comes the two words that mean your freedom:
(For the defense attorney, it’s a dammed good feeling too).