Brilliant program. No one likes going to court and if this can help with peoples anxiety if should roll out in every court
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Last year, my 12yo son had to go to Burwood court to give evidence against one of our local perverts, after the guy followed my son from the supermarket to the train station and to get a bit handsy with him.
My son’s evidence included the statement that he knew that it was the same guy following him and accosting him, because he was carrying a fairly distinctive tennis racket bag.
The defence lawyer asked my son “how certain of that are you? Could you describe the tennis racket bag for us now?”
And my son said “yes… it’s black, with a big white Yonex logo on the side – just like the one he’s got with him now.”
And, sure enough, Mr Creepy did have his tennis racket bag with him, and had brought it into the courtroom.
Sadly, I didn’t get to see that exchange take place in person, as I was also listed as a witness in the case and wasn’t allowed in the courtroom.
Instead, I had to sit outside in the waiting area with every shonky, shiny-suited inner west ambulance chasing lawyer – but there was a Court dog to interact with, so waiting around was much more fun.
Sadly, the support doggo was a bit gassy, and wouldn’t stop dropping its guts whenever it wagged its tail, which was all the time, either because I clearly looked like I needed support, or I’d accidentally been sentenced to a methane-based execution without my knowledge.
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Brilliant program. No one likes going to court and if this can help with peoples anxiety if should roll out in every court
Last year, my 12yo son had to go to Burwood court to give evidence against one of our local perverts, after the guy followed my son from the supermarket to the train station and to get a bit handsy with him.
My son’s evidence included the statement that he knew that it was the same guy following him and accosting him, because he was carrying a fairly distinctive tennis racket bag.
The defence lawyer asked my son “how certain of that are you? Could you describe the tennis racket bag for us now?”
And my son said “yes… it’s black, with a big white Yonex logo on the side – just like the one he’s got with him now.”
And, sure enough, Mr Creepy did have his tennis racket bag with him, and had brought it into the courtroom.
Sadly, I didn’t get to see that exchange take place in person, as I was also listed as a witness in the case and wasn’t allowed in the courtroom.
Instead, I had to sit outside in the waiting area with every shonky, shiny-suited inner west ambulance chasing lawyer – but there was a Court dog to interact with, so waiting around was much more fun.
Sadly, the support doggo was a bit gassy, and wouldn’t stop dropping its guts whenever it wagged its tail, which was all the time, either because I clearly looked like I needed support, or I’d accidentally been sentenced to a methane-based execution without my knowledge.