Part 63 (2/2)
”YOU! SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!”
The demonstrators froze for a moment, shocked by the furious volume of this little man's voice.
”SO YOU INSI-I-IST...ON TESTING...THE WI-I-I-ILL...OF THIS COURT?”
They grew silent and began to take their places.
”Very well. Now, in the case of the People versus versus Sherman McCoy, the grand jury has returned an indictment. Pursuant to my authority to supervise the grand jury's proceedings, I am ordering that indictment dismissed in the interests of justice, without prejudice and with leave to re-present by the district attorney.” Sherman McCoy, the grand jury has returned an indictment. Pursuant to my authority to supervise the grand jury's proceedings, I am ordering that indictment dismissed in the interests of justice, without prejudice and with leave to re-present by the district attorney.”
”Your Honor!” Kramer was on his feet, his hand in the air.
”Mr. Kramer-”
”Your action will do irreparable damage not only to the People's case-”
”Mr. Kramer-”
”-but to the cause of the People as well. Your Honor, in this courtroom today”-he gestured toward the spectators' section and the demonstrators-”are many members of the community so vitally affected by this case, and it ill behooves the criminal-justice system of this county-”
”MR. KRAMER! KINDLY BEHOOVE ME NO ILL-BEHOOVES!”
”Your Honor-”
”MR. KRAMER! THE COURT DIRECTS YOU TO SHUT UP THE COURT DIRECTS YOU TO SHUT UP!”
Kramer looked up at Kovitsky with his mouth wide open, as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
”Now, Mr. Kramer-”
But Kramer had gotten his breath back. ”Your Honor, I want the record to show that the court raised its voice. Shouted, to be precise.”
”Mr. Kramer...the court is going to raise...MORE THAN ITS VOICE! What makes you think you can come before the bench waving the banner of community pressure? The law is not a creature of the few or of the many. The court is not swayed by your threats. The court is aware of your conduct before Judge Auerbach in the criminal court. You waved a pet.i.tion, Mr. Kramer! You waved it in the air, like a banner!” Kovitsky raised his right hand and waved it about. ”You were on TELEVISION TELEVISION, Mr. Kramer! An artist drew a picture of you brandis.h.i.+ng your pet.i.tion like Robespierre or Danton, and you were on TELEVISION TELEVISION! You played to the mob, didn't you-and perhaps there are those in this courtroom RIGHT NOW WHO ENJOYED RIGHT NOW WHO ENJOYED that performance, Mr. Kramer. Well, I got that performance, Mr. Kramer. Well, I got NEWS NEWS for you! Those who come into for you! Those who come into THIS THIS courtroom waving banners... courtroom waving banners...LOSE THEIR ARMS!...DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
”Your Honor, I was merely-”
”DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
”Yes, Your Honor.”
”All right. Now, I am dismissing the indictment in the case of the People versus versus McCoy, with leave to re-present.” McCoy, with leave to re-present.”
”Your Honor! I must repeat-such an action would irreparably damage the People's case!” Kramer blurted the words out so that Kovitsky couldn't overpower him with his tremendous voice. Kovitsky seemed surprised by the brashness of his declaration and by his vehemence. He froze, and that gave the demonstrators just enough courage to erupt.
”Yagggghhh!...No more Park Avenue Justice!” One popped up out of his seat, and then another and another. The tall one with the earring was in the front row with his fist in the air. ”Whitewas.h.!.+” he yelled. ”Whitewas.h.!.+”
KAPOW! The gavel exploded again. Kovitsky stood up and put his fists on his desktop and leaned forward. ”The officers will...REMOVE THAT MAN!” With that, Kovitsky's right arm shot out and pointed toward the tall demonstrator with the earring. Two court officers in short-sleeved white s.h.i.+rts, with .38s on their hips, moved toward him.
”You can't remove the People!” he shouted. ”You can't remove the People!”
”Yeah,” said Kovitsky, ”but YOU YOU will be removed!” will be removed!”
The officers closed in on either side of the man and began pus.h.i.+ng him toward the exit. He looked back at his confreres, but they seemed confused. They were yammering, but they didn't have the heart to take on Kovitsky en ma.s.se.
KAPOW!.
”SILENCE!” said Kovitsky. As soon as the crowd was reasonably quiet, Kovitsky looked toward Fitzgibbon and Kramer. ”Court is adjourned.”
The spectators stood up, and their yammering now grew into an angry rumble as they headed toward the door, glowering at Kovitsky as they went. Nine court officers created a line between the spectators and the bar. Two of them had their hands resting on the handles of their revolvers. There were m.u.f.fled shouts, but Sherman couldn't make them out. Killian got up and started walking toward Kovitsky. Sherman followed him.
A tremendous commotion from behind. Sherman spun around. A tall black man had burst through the line of court officers. It was the one with the gold earring, the one Kovitsky had ordered out of the court. Apparently the court officers had deposited him out in the hallway, and now he had returned, in a rage. He was already past the bar. He headed toward Kovitsky, his eyes blazing.
”You bald-headed old p.u.s.s.y! You bald-headed old p.u.s.s.y!”
Three officers left the line that was trying to herd the demonstrators out of the courtroom. One of them grabbed the tall man by the arm, but he spun away.
”Park Avenue justice!”
Demonstrators now began surging through the breach in the line of officers, rumbling and growling and trying to figure out just how fierce they wanted to be. Sherman stared at them, paralyzed by the sight. Now it begins! Now it begins! A feeling of fear A feeling of fear...antic.i.p.ation!...Now it begins! The court officers are falling back, trying to stay between the mob and the judge and the court personnel. The demonstrators are milling about, growling, baying, building up steam, trying to figure out just how powerful they are and how brave. The court officers are falling back, trying to stay between the mob and the judge and the court personnel. The demonstrators are milling about, growling, baying, building up steam, trying to figure out just how powerful they are and how brave.
Booooo!...Yeggghhh!...Yaaaggghhh!...Yo! Goldberg!...You bald-headed old p.u.s.s.y!
All at once, just to his left, Sherman sees the wild rawboned form of Quigley. He's joined the court officers. He's trying to herd the mob back. He has a crazy look on his face.
”Okay, Jack, that's enough. It's all over. Everybody's going home now, Jack.” He calls them all Jack. He's armed, but the revolver remains somewhere under his teal-green sport jacket. The court officers are edging slowly backward. They keep moving their hands toward the holsters on their hips. They touch the b.u.t.ts of the revolvers, then pull their hands away, as if terrified of what would happen in this room if they unsheathed the weapons and started firing away.
Pus.h.i.+ng and shoving...a terrific thras.h.i.+ng about...Quigley!...Quigley grabs a demonstrator by the wrist and twists his arm behind his back and jerks it up-Aaaagggh!-and kicks his legs out from under him. Two of the court officers, the one called Brucie and the big one with the tire of fat around his waist, come backing past Sherman, crouched over, hands on the guns in their holsters. Brucie starts yelling over his shoulder to Kovitsky: ”Get on your elevator, Judge! F'r Chrissake, get on your elevator!” But Kovitsky doesn't budge. He's glowering at the mob.
The tall one, the one with the gold earring, is barely a foot from the two officers. He doesn't try to get past them. He has his head stuck way up in the air on his long neck, yelling at Kovitsky: ”You bald-headed old p.u.s.s.y!”
”Sherman!” It's Killian, by his side. ”Come on! We're going down in the judge's elevator!” Feels Killian tugging at his elbow, but he's rooted to the spot. Now it begins! Why postpone it? Now it begins! Why postpone it?
A blur. He looks up. A furious figure in a blue work s.h.i.+rt charging toward him. A contorted face. An enormous bony finger. ”Time's up, Park Avenue!”
Sherman braces. Suddenly-Quigley. Quigley steps between the two of them and with an utterly crazy smile sticks his face in the man's and says, ”Hi!”
Startled, the man stares at him, and in that moment, still looking straight into his eyes and smiling, Quigley raises his left foot and smashes it down on the man's toe. A terrific yelp.
That sets the mob off. Yagggghhhh!...Ged'im!...Ged'im!... Yagggghhhh!...Ged'im!...Ged'im!...Shoving past the court officers. Brucie pushes the tall black man with the earring. He goes reeling to one side. All at once he's directly in front of Sherman. He stares. He's amazed. Face to face! And now what? He just stares. Sherman's transfixed...terrified...Now! He ducks, pivots on his hip, and turns his back He ducks, pivots on his hip, and turns his back-now!-it begins now! He wheels about and drives his fist into the man's solar plexus. He wheels about and drives his fist into the man's solar plexus.
”Ooooo!”
The big sonofab.i.t.c.h is sinking, with his mouth open and his eyes bugged out and his Adam's apple convulsing. He hits the floor.
”Sherman! Come on!” Killian is pulling on his arm. But Sherman is frozen. He can't take his eyes off the man with the gold earring. He's on the floor, doubled up on his side, gasping. The earring dangles off his earlobe at a crazy angle.
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