“Furthermore, less than ten minutes ago, a video went viral on social media. A video showing the defendants… assaulting a federal judge in this very building.”
The gallery erupted into absolute chaos.
Reporters scrambled for their phones, gasps of horror rippling through the crowd.
Chief Judge Sterling, who had slipped into the back row to watch me fail, looked as though he were going to be sick.
He knew his complicity in fostering this toxic environment was about to be exposed.
I hammered the gavel again until silence was restored.
I looked down at the two men who had tried to strip me of my dignity.
“The video your colleague mentions,” I said, my voice dripping with cold authority, “was recorded by my law clerk.”
“I was the victim of your unprovoked, racist attack this morning.”
“You intended to break my spirit, to humiliate me, to prove that people who look like me hold no real power in your distorted world.”
