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A Capital Punishment Trial in Modern Singapore
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No need to get your kinis in a twistYou idiots do know that Caprice and I can listen in on this dribble, don’t you?
Good thing the name of the institution was redacted! Although the use of a triple X may cause affect enrollment applications for the coming years, as some prospective students may interpret that to mean “party school”.
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I just assumed that was already widely known and readers would understand that, since Barbara Moore "worked" there. Perhaps I need to add another Aside for Background to detail the reputation for booze and drug fueled sex parties since Barb arrived on campus.
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I hear the sororities got up to all sorts of high jinksI just assumed that was already widely known and readers would understand that, since Barbara Moore "worked" there. Perhaps I need to add another Aside for Background to detail the reputation for booze and drug fueled sex parties since Barb arrived on campus.
(most of these girls have by now been turned into consumables by the FNPA)
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I hear the sororities got up to all sorts of high jinks
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(most of these girls have by now been turned into consumables by the FNPA)
Oh Shit! I thought Dean Windar had that sorority banned
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Uncharacteristic restraint on you part, unlike you to miss an opportunity to denigrate Barb.I just assumed that was already widely known and readers would understand that, since Barbara Moore "worked" there. Perhaps I need to add another Aside for Background to detail the reputation for booze and drug fueled sex parties since Barb arrived on campus.
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Your excellent artwork is really helping this story along, thanks.
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Corridor outside Courtroom, Central Station, 8:52 AM
Barbara’s feelings of dread at the prospect of a court appearance were even more magnified by the disorientation of being led, blindfolded and shackled, along endless corridors and through several security doors. The guards maintained a vice-like grip on her arms and occasionally took the opportunity for a gratuitous grope or fondle. The inside of the hood became more and more stale with her breath. Barbara had never been really claustrophobic, but the extreme vulnerability and discomfort of her position was causing her to panic. At last, they stopped and the guard removed her hood. She was just in front of a large metal door. It opened and, blinking at the unaccustomed light, she was taken into the well-lit courtroom.
Magistrates Hearing Room. Central Station, Tuesday, 8:58 AM
Hodges was not really disappointed. Though the tight jumpsuit didn’t bare more than her arms and legs, it did lovingly hug each tempting curve of her figure and left nothing to his very aroused imagination. Her slightly matted hair suggested the aftermath of steamy sex as did her slight flush and blinking eyes. It was with difficulty, that Jeffrey pulled his mind away from thoughts of bedding her.
As soon as Barb caught her breath and her eyes adjusted to the light, she smiled to see Jeffrey’s friendly, handsome face. She hurriedly shuffled her legs toward him to him as he rose from the desk. The place and her heavy bonds prevented any contact. The two large guards remained just behind her, ready for action.
Looking around, Barbara saw, to her displeasure, Deputy Leng and Koh, wearing, like Jeffrey those ridiculous wigs. Frost was seated with them at the prosecution table. He almost seemed to show sympathy as he looked at her.
Barb had only a minute or two to converse with Jeffrey. He tried to be encouraging, but neither was convinced.
A clerk came to the center of the room and announced, “Please be upstanding.” As Barb stood up, she chuckled at the strange word. She thought the little clerk looked familiar.
The clerk continued, “Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! All persons having business before this magistrates court of the Republic of Singapore draw near and you will be heard.”
Barb tossed her hair back, licked her lips, and stuck out her chest. Using her charms had long been second nature to her and she would try again here. It certainly caught the attention of all of the men in the room.
The door behind the judge’s desk opened and the clerk announced, “Her Ladyship Rut Petar-Gisber, DUBC, presiding.”
Petar-Gisber! Barb stared open-mouthed as the familiar figure from her first trial, a short, old, dark-skinned woman judge with large glasses and a long-powdered wig, entered and sat in her chair.
“Court may be seated,” said the clerk.
Everyone sat but Barb who was still in shock at seeing the judge she blamed for her troubles.
Jeffrey, noticed her response and hurried, just a little too late, to silence her.
“Hell!” she exclaimed. “Not that Mean Shitbag Dyke of a Judge! It’s so fucking unfa…” Jeffrey clamped his hand over Moore’s mouth and pulled her down to her seat.
Barbara’s feelings of dread at the prospect of a court appearance were even more magnified by the disorientation of being led, blindfolded and shackled, along endless corridors and through several security doors. The guards maintained a vice-like grip on her arms and occasionally took the opportunity for a gratuitous grope or fondle. The inside of the hood became more and more stale with her breath. Barbara had never been really claustrophobic, but the extreme vulnerability and discomfort of her position was causing her to panic. At last, they stopped and the guard removed her hood. She was just in front of a large metal door. It opened and, blinking at the unaccustomed light, she was taken into the well-lit courtroom.
Magistrates Hearing Room. Central Station, Tuesday, 8:58 AM
Hodges was not really disappointed. Though the tight jumpsuit didn’t bare more than her arms and legs, it did lovingly hug each tempting curve of her figure and left nothing to his very aroused imagination. Her slightly matted hair suggested the aftermath of steamy sex as did her slight flush and blinking eyes. It was with difficulty, that Jeffrey pulled his mind away from thoughts of bedding her.
As soon as Barb caught her breath and her eyes adjusted to the light, she smiled to see Jeffrey’s friendly, handsome face. She hurriedly shuffled her legs toward him to him as he rose from the desk. The place and her heavy bonds prevented any contact. The two large guards remained just behind her, ready for action.
Looking around, Barbara saw, to her displeasure, Deputy Leng and Koh, wearing, like Jeffrey those ridiculous wigs. Frost was seated with them at the prosecution table. He almost seemed to show sympathy as he looked at her.
Barb had only a minute or two to converse with Jeffrey. He tried to be encouraging, but neither was convinced.
A clerk came to the center of the room and announced, “Please be upstanding.” As Barb stood up, she chuckled at the strange word. She thought the little clerk looked familiar.
The clerk continued, “Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! All persons having business before this magistrates court of the Republic of Singapore draw near and you will be heard.”
Barb tossed her hair back, licked her lips, and stuck out her chest. Using her charms had long been second nature to her and she would try again here. It certainly caught the attention of all of the men in the room.
The door behind the judge’s desk opened and the clerk announced, “Her Ladyship Rut Petar-Gisber, DUBC, presiding.”
Petar-Gisber! Barb stared open-mouthed as the familiar figure from her first trial, a short, old, dark-skinned woman judge with large glasses and a long-powdered wig, entered and sat in her chair.
“Court may be seated,” said the clerk.
Everyone sat but Barb who was still in shock at seeing the judge she blamed for her troubles.
Jeffrey, noticed her response and hurried, just a little too late, to silence her.
“Hell!” she exclaimed. “Not that Mean Shitbag Dyke of a Judge! It’s so fucking unfa…” Jeffrey clamped his hand over Moore’s mouth and pulled her down to her seat.
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So much, for Barb`s New Year resolutions !!!
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montycrusto
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Praefectus Praetorio
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That squadron of flying pigs is working overtime.......Perhaps she didn’t notice that outburst???
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No chance !Nice description of what it must be like to be hooded!
Perhaps she didn’t notice that outburst???
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Don't read ahead. Answer tomorrow.
Jeffrey might need a second roll!
Praefectus Praetorio
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Magistrates Hearing Room. Central Station, 9:10 AM
The Judge’s face was distorted with intense hatred for a moment, as she almost rose from her seat. Then she regained her accustomed aplomb, and sighed. “Mr. Hodges, it appears that you still have not succeeded in efforts to instruct your client on proper courtroom behavior. Please continue your efforts. That outburst is in violation of procedure and the language was an affront to this court. I shall consider whether to impose a penalty at the end of the hearing. Clerk, please proceed.”
The clerk approached the desk and handed a file to the judge. They proceeded to have a short, whispered conversation. Then the clerk strode to the middle and announced:
“Case 19-23572, The Attorney General of the Republic of Singapore v. Barbara A. Moore. Charges as listed in the complaint given your Ladyship and both attorneys. One count of assault on the person of Rose Lin, while both were inmates in the Central Holding Facility. One count of battery on the person of Rose Lin, while both were inmates in the Central Holding Facility. One count of culpable homicide on the person of Rose Lin, while both were inmates in the Central Holding Facility. All three counts carry the enhancements accorded to violent crimes within Republic correctional facilities.”
“Mr. Hodges,” asked the judge, in a voice with a hint of disdain, “How does your client plead to the charges.”
“Your Ladyship. My client wishes to plead not guilty to all charges. In addition, I would move that these barbaric and degrading shackles be removed for the course of the hearing. She is innocent until proven guilty and they give the impression that she has already been convicted of some heinous crime.”
“She has been charged with a heinous crime. They are standard restraints as I see, not medieval torture devices, Mr. Hodges. I note that the jail authorities also deemed two armed-guards behind her as needed while the defendant was here. Given your client’s record of multiple violations of jail rules and possible homicide while in custody, I hesitate to remove them.”
“They’re too tight,” whined Barb in a low, but fully audible voice.”
“Will you client never learn when she may speak and when not?” said the judge with obvious condescension. “It will not be long until the end of this preliminary hearing. I believe the defendant is young and healthy enough to survive during that time. Motion noted and denied.”
Barbara started to say something in protest, but Jeffrey squeezed her arm.
“Mr. Deputy Attorney General,” continued the judge, “I have read the charges and the witness statements you presented. Have you anything further to add at this time?”
“Yes, Your Ladyship. While I am respectful of this court’s time, I would like to call the lead investigator, Detective Inspector Frost to briefly testify.”
Frost was duly called and sworn in. Leng had him state his rank and position. He then had Frost review his career and qualification. Then he asked,
“DI Frost, is it true that, while serving with the Thames valley police, you were awarded the George Cross by Queen Elizabeth?” Frost replied in the affirmative.
“Really, Inspector Frost, that is a very great honor, indeed!” said the judge. “I, myself, was privileged to meet the Queen during her visit here in 2006. But it was not a reward for a conspicuous act of bravery. My sincere congratulations and admiration.”
Barb leaned over to Jeffrey and said, in a stage whisper, “What is this, a love affair between that nasty judge and that nasty detective? He has it in for me, you know.”
The judge looked around at Barb with an expression of pure hatred. Jeffrey again clamped a hand on her mouth, “Please, for you own sake, quiet!”
Leng turned back to Frost. “Detective, given the evidence you have reviewed and based on your long and excellent career as a police detective, what do you believe most likely happened in the ante room between Rose Lin and Barbara Moore?”
Frost thought for a moment, cleared his throat and spoke slowly and carefully. “Based on the evidence currently in my possession, and using my best judgment, it is most likely that Moore attacked Lin. Also, that in the course of a fight, Moore knocked Lin against the desk, causing her death. The actions would appear to be intentional.”
“Thank you, Inspector.”
“I should add that I am still investigating and seeking more evidence…”
Leng hastened to interrupt him. “Of course, Inspector. We can only admire your dedication to a thorough investigation and upholding the highest standards of police work. No more questions.”
“Detective Inspector, you are excused,” said the judge.
“Wait, Your Ladyship,” said Jeffrey rising. “It seems the Inspector was going to say more. May I cross-examine him?”
“You may not, counselor,” said Petar-Gisber, sharply cutting him off. “In a preliminary hearing, the main function is for the State Prosecutor to present sufficient evidence to establish a prima facie case for the guilt of the defendant. The court doesn’t expect to waste time by allowing the Defense to impeach every witness and present a full rebuttal.”
“Yes, Your Ladyship,” said Hodges, embarrassed at his misstep.
“Mr. Hodges, do you dispute the authenticity of any of the evidence presented by the Office of the Attorney General as supplied in the complaint?”
Reluctantly, Jeffrey had to answer, “No, Your Ladyship.”
“Then I find that a prima facie case has been presented and the defendant shall be held over for trial. Counsels, how much time do you need to prepare?”
“We could be ready in a week, Your Ladyship,” replied Leng.
“I need a little more time, Your Ladyship” said Jeffrey. He knew that justice proceeded rapidly in Singapore; the judges hated long delays. “Could we have three weeks?” He really didn’t have much to prepare, but he wanted a delay to hope for a miracle.
“That seems a lot for a relatively simple case, Mr. Hodges. One week is much more customary. However, to be fair, I’ll give you some more time. Let me look at my calendar… Yes, Monday, March 24 at 9 AM. That’s thirteen days.”
“I move that the defendant be released on her own recognizance to be held in the custody of the US Embassy.”
“I object, Your Ladyship,” said Leng. This is a capital charge and the defendant is an alien who would pose a significant flight risk. She should be held in custody pending trial.”
“Agreed, bail is denied.”
“I renew my request that her chains be removed.”
“Denied. It seems the jail authorities believe those are required. Far be it from me to second-guess their legitimate security precautions.”
“Then can I request that Your Ladyship instruct her to be held in the regular woman’s section of the Central Holding Facility, rather that the secure section, which is unduly punitive.”
“Denied,” replied the judge with rising emotion in her voice. “Any pre-trial detention in a facility of the Republic is for safety and security purposes, not punishment, Mr. Hodges. To imply otherwise is to insult the public safety authorities. I should warn you that attacks on authority within the Republic, whether general or personal (here she paused to stare menacingly at Barb) are unacceptable and carry grave consequences, both civil and criminal.”
“Upon my careful consideration, it appears well justified that the defendant be held in an enhanced security environment. Her record shows consistent defiance of authority and multiple proven infractions while in custody. And, she now stands accused of murder while in the jail section you wish her assigned to. I believe that it would endanger other inmates there by sending her back.”
Jeffrey turned to Barb and gave her a look like, Well, I did my best. However, to his surprise, the judge continued.
“Therefore, in mind of the safety of those under the charge of the jail authorities, I order that Barbara Ann Moore be transported to Changi prison, there to be held in the custody of the Commandant pending her trial on the 24th. Given her past behavior, I instruct the Commandant to use whatever means he deems appropriate to secure, restrain and discipline the prisoner.”
Barb and Jeffrey stared open-mouthed as the judge had strongly emphasized the word, ‘discipline.’ However, Rut Betar-Gisber was not quite finished with Barbara Moore.
“Finally, the defendant’s rude and obscene outburst at the beginning of the hearing may not go unpunished. I. therefore, order the Commandant of Changi Prison to administer a flogging, the severity at his discretion, but not less than five strokes of the cane, when Miss Moore is received at the prison. Hearing is adjourned.”
Almost before Jeffrey could say anything to comfort Barb, two guards roughly dragged her to her feet and hustled her, crying out of the courtroom.