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Francis and his father were called to court. On the way to the courthouse, Charles said, "Francis, me boy, I can't believe ye would go an' steal, jus' like that. What was yous thinkin'? Dat yous is da King o' New York?"

The naïve five-year-old was very annoyed at his father. First, he says that it's ok to steal. Now, he's getting reprimanded for it? But, he had to take it. Otherwise, he'd get a spanking and not be able to sit down in court.

OHHH! Never ya mind, my boy. Just lemme do the talkin'. Lemme show ya how it's done." And with that, Charles finished his second bottle of beer. Francis was doomed.

When the two arrived at the court, they were very out of place. A rag-tag, father-son pair in the middle of a crowd of scheming business men in neat suits and judges in velvet black robes… makes an interesting sight as you could imagine. Even the men convicted of bigger crimes were in uniform black and white stripes! The Sullivan's were in brown and beige and dust and dirt and mud… their best clothes.

"Would everyone please arise?" said the bailiff. Everyone stood. "Presenting Judge Monahan."

Out came a rather fat old man. He was quite short and portly, and Jack disliked him from the start. "Please be seated."

Everyone was seated.

"Would Mr. J. D. Slammer please come to the front?"

A brawny, rather handsome man came up to the front.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or God so help you?"

"I do," came out a low, gruff voice.

"Sit down."

What followed were a series of long, boring talks. Francis wanted to go to sleep, but his father pinched him every time he dozed off. Everyone pled innocent, even though they were definitely guilty in the boy's mind. Why else would they be in court anyway?

Then, "Would Mr. Francis Sullivan please come to the front?"

The boy's head snapped up at the call of his name. He walked up, slowly and nervously, and took off his hat as a sign of respect.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or God so help you?"

The boy hadn't any idea what that string of fancy words were supposed to mean, but knew if he said no, he'd get in trouble.

"Yeah," was his casual, yet nervous answer. A slight, low chuckle came from the judge, though Francis didn't know what was so funny about being accused of a crime.

"Are you represented by a counsel?" asked the judge.

"What's a consle?" asked Francis.

"No counsel, then, well that'll move things along nicely, well—"

"Uh, your honah, I'm his counsel," interjected his father.

"Well, then git ovah here and make ya openin' statement!" yelled the judge.

Charles frowned slightly and made his way up. He already hated the judge.

"Well," began Charles, as he cleared his throat, "Argument A: In my opinion, I—"

"No, no, not your arguments. Your opening statement. You do know what an opening statement is, right?" asked Judge Monahan condescendingly.

"No, I do not, ya honah," answered his father, trying to act innocent, trying to hold in an outburst that was bound to happen; for he hated being belittled.

"You're not a licensed lawyer, sir?" interrogated Judge Monahan, putting on his most intimidating face.

"No," said Charles, curtly, hoping the cursed Judge would stop talking like that.

"Well, then I can't let you represent this boy. Do you know that impersonating a lawyer is an illegal offense?"

"No," said Charles even more curtly than before. He clenched his fists as if it were the only thing that would stop the world from blowing up.

The judge chuckled patronizingly, "You are lucky I do not hold it against you. Next time, don't be so ignorant and hire a judge. In fact, why don't you teach your kid what's right? Then, we wouldn't be having this problem in the first place."

Charles became red with anger. If there was anythin' that made his blood boil, it was when anyone acted smarter than him and actually dared to correct him in public. He snapped, "What da hell are all those fancy words supposed ta mean, eh? I tell ya what, ya honah… let's cut all da jibber-jabber crap and cut right ta da chase. My son, heah was stealing a little food from the cart. So what? He was starvin' from da little, crummy food he got from me. Who cares? Only this sleazy little miser would take it so far as to prosecute an ignorant child in court," he said pointing to the owner of the salad cart. "And, are ya questioning my parenting skills? Which would ya rathah do? Let your kid starve and sit by ta watch? Or would ya rathah let them survive? Hmm?"

"Well, I—" began the shocked judge, but Charles never let him finish.

"No, ya know what? Maybe ya don't undastand. Ya come from da high-class. Isn't that right? And ya don't care about da lower class so long as ya get ya paycheck!"

"Well, you—"began the judge again.

"And ya can't find it in ya heart ta let the lowah class win for once? I'se seen ya work today. Ya nevah let them have da benefit of da doubt, could ya? Ya just have ta give the benefit to yo kind… da kind wit a decent job. There's a word fo people like ya. It's called prej'diced. Yah heah me? PREJ'DICED!"

Now, it was the judge's turn to get mad. No one, and I mean no one, tells Judge Monahan how to do his job (At least no one lower than him... someone rich and refined like Governor Roosevelt or Warren Snyder is in the right). He hit the desk with his gavel repeatedly, 'BANG! BANG! BANG!' He did so until Charles quieted down.

"You listen to me, you! You stop your whining and read my lips! And my judgment is that the boy is sentenced to six months in the Refuge. You, my dear sir," said the disgruntled judge, "are going to jail for life, as you have insulted a public official."

Just now, it all dawned on Charles, "Ya, honah, I didn't mean any offense…"

"CASE CLOSED."

And with a hit of a gavel, they were arrested and sent off to fulfill their sentences.