Nitty-gritty of law leaves depraved behavior unchecked
Isabel P. Ball
July 15, 2006
Basically, in the scheme of human society, our behavior, characteristically volatile, has given birth to a professional vanguard that are comprised of lawyers, who convene at the halls of justices in huge numbers at any given time to right a wrong, though not often the case. The lawyers and the court system function mainly to promulgate and execute laws and regulations that would safeguard victims from human streak to misdemeanor or to felonious behavior.
Big cases classically the OJ Simpson case to the non-celebrated ones, numerous in numbers, are examples of miscarriages of law. How about those that hardly merit the attention of the police to grace in their record, let alone, attract the meticulous appetite of lawyers? In my own eyes, and perhaps those others with strong common sense, a situation unfortunately my own experience, is contentiously rendered insignificant by both lawyer and the police after when all things considered. This is the very reason that some perpetrators with basic bad intents, is getting away un-censured, and could become more depraved in the long run. It was this sort of behavior, aggressive and irresponsible that caused me a harrowing experience as a salesperson promoting products door to door.
Dogged by a fear of dogs, having been bitten few months earlier, at a home with an open car garage in an uppity, quiet neighborhood I stopped one day to solicit. Beforehand, an alarming intuitive apprehension gripped me as I walk up the front door, thrust back by a design of a garage frontage. The feeling might have been alerted by my subconscious fear of dogs, and sensing my vulnerability before an open car garage where a dog could be unleashed and lurking. But the nature of my job is primarily an upfront sales person, and where interactions with prospective clients are premium and imperative for efficiency. It was what I saw an opportunity in the open car garage, in a community with mostly shut door homes.
On the driveway a cat with a neck tag was pawing its face in the morning sun. “Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.” I intoned. Interrupted, the cat stared at me. Eye to eye, I caught a fierce, foreboding look in its face. Subduing a very active sense of safety, I proceeded to the door, and noticed the wood fence yard gate swung open. How scary, I mused, envisioning a loose dog in the yard, and poised there to attack me a stranger. Alertly, I pressed the doorbell and cautiously distanced myself away from the door, as an adopted new measure to deflect instant attacks of unruly and ferocious dogs. A dog barked reactively to the ring, judgingly, from some distance away. The few seconds wait brought no one out to the door. While proceeding to the next house, a Caucasian woman, cellphone glued to her ear, appeared at the open yard gate and in acerbic tone asked me “What do you want? Is there a problem?”
Canned reply blurted out from my mouth presenting the product. The woman reacted pissed off and grumbled that I have awakened her baby by my early knocking on the door. It was almost 8 a.m. By the city ordinance, no law prohibits solicitors from appearing at homes at 7 a.m. The hot weather was a factor for my early solicitations. Unlike most homes that I have gone to, mothers with babies thoughtfully would leave a note at the doorbell to indicate it. In such a situation, a common sense sales 101 customer care, “I’m sorry, Mam” was automatically recalled and applied to patch up. She turned away back into her yard leaving the gate still opened behind her.
To the next house, an immediate neighbor, I headed. Though having spotted a man-of-the-house strolled outside earlier, at the door, seemingly stymied by the woman’s remarks, I simply left a door-hanger without touching the doorbell. As I peacefully paced out back to the pavement, peripherally, my eyes caught on something, and the moment I looked at the direction to check, a black dog, fair size was launching at me. It was like a vision frozen in mind from a horror movie. Instinctively, a safety drill subconsciously came to mind. But to flee might frustrate and anger the dog even more, and render me for dead meat in matter of quick minutes. Constrained by the terrifying thought, I had no other instinct in my defense arsenal left but to cower frozen in fear. While I ducked and dodged a would be attack, my hands gripping on the clipboard like it was a shield, and uttering hopeless screams “Please, please, please,” and anticipating for the pair of fangs to pierce through my skin and shrieking from a stinging pain.
Luckily, a friendly dog, it smothered and sniffed at me. Seemingly under commands from the owner, only 10 few feet away, tapping her thighs, her discipline commands and calls summoned the dog back to her. The woman turned away, dog astride, she uttered no soothing words to calm me down. Terrified and shocked, I stood orientating myself at the suddenness of the incident. Bewildered at her calculating behavior, a woman, at that, behaving with so much callousness, coldness, and trickery in her heart, as if seemingly to say, “Now, I’ve got my revenge.” To me it was a blatant deliberate, censorious, willful act.
In a lawyer’s perspective a witness, injury, or a dead body are the materiality required of my case for it to merit a day in court. As far as the police, the burden of proof would rely on the actual marks of injury or a dead body to bring them to the scene and rectify a debased behavior. On both systems, the burden of proof relies on visual and real evidences. Never mind the emotional and psychological aggravation I am suffering, which personally is far more harrowing, and deep-seated, but only the mark of injuries or a blatant loss of life matters most in the eyes of the law? Fortunately, I didn’t have to undergo neither proof.
The basic requirement of a case so, as it stands now, a heinous behavior a classic is the OJ Simpson case. In the thick of things, in a multi tasking society that we live in this days staying focused and alertness sensitivities that function as our natural defense mechanisms is being mantled and dulled. This seems to be my analysis of an incident that could have turned badly for me. More risky than a postal person’s job is what I do.
Big cases classically the OJ Simpson case to the non-celebrated ones, numerous in numbers, are examples of miscarriages of law. How about those that hardly merit the attention of the police to grace in their record, let alone, attract the meticulous appetite of lawyers? In my own eyes, and perhaps those others with strong common sense, a situation unfortunately my own experience, is contentiously rendered insignificant by both lawyer and the police after when all things considered. This is the very reason that some perpetrators with basic bad intents, is getting away un-censured, and could become more depraved in the long run. It was this sort of behavior, aggressive and irresponsible that caused me a harrowing experience as a salesperson promoting products door to door.
Dogged by a fear of dogs, having been bitten few months earlier, at a home with an open car garage in an uppity, quiet neighborhood I stopped one day to solicit. Beforehand, an alarming intuitive apprehension gripped me as I walk up the front door, thrust back by a design of a garage frontage. The feeling might have been alerted by my subconscious fear of dogs, and sensing my vulnerability before an open car garage where a dog could be unleashed and lurking. But the nature of my job is primarily an upfront sales person, and where interactions with prospective clients are premium and imperative for efficiency. It was what I saw an opportunity in the open car garage, in a community with mostly shut door homes.
On the driveway a cat with a neck tag was pawing its face in the morning sun. “Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.” I intoned. Interrupted, the cat stared at me. Eye to eye, I caught a fierce, foreboding look in its face. Subduing a very active sense of safety, I proceeded to the door, and noticed the wood fence yard gate swung open. How scary, I mused, envisioning a loose dog in the yard, and poised there to attack me a stranger. Alertly, I pressed the doorbell and cautiously distanced myself away from the door, as an adopted new measure to deflect instant attacks of unruly and ferocious dogs. A dog barked reactively to the ring, judgingly, from some distance away. The few seconds wait brought no one out to the door. While proceeding to the next house, a Caucasian woman, cellphone glued to her ear, appeared at the open yard gate and in acerbic tone asked me “What do you want? Is there a problem?”
Canned reply blurted out from my mouth presenting the product. The woman reacted pissed off and grumbled that I have awakened her baby by my early knocking on the door. It was almost 8 a.m. By the city ordinance, no law prohibits solicitors from appearing at homes at 7 a.m. The hot weather was a factor for my early solicitations. Unlike most homes that I have gone to, mothers with babies thoughtfully would leave a note at the doorbell to indicate it. In such a situation, a common sense sales 101 customer care, “I’m sorry, Mam” was automatically recalled and applied to patch up. She turned away back into her yard leaving the gate still opened behind her.
To the next house, an immediate neighbor, I headed. Though having spotted a man-of-the-house strolled outside earlier, at the door, seemingly stymied by the woman’s remarks, I simply left a door-hanger without touching the doorbell. As I peacefully paced out back to the pavement, peripherally, my eyes caught on something, and the moment I looked at the direction to check, a black dog, fair size was launching at me. It was like a vision frozen in mind from a horror movie. Instinctively, a safety drill subconsciously came to mind. But to flee might frustrate and anger the dog even more, and render me for dead meat in matter of quick minutes. Constrained by the terrifying thought, I had no other instinct in my defense arsenal left but to cower frozen in fear. While I ducked and dodged a would be attack, my hands gripping on the clipboard like it was a shield, and uttering hopeless screams “Please, please, please,” and anticipating for the pair of fangs to pierce through my skin and shrieking from a stinging pain.
Luckily, a friendly dog, it smothered and sniffed at me. Seemingly under commands from the owner, only 10 few feet away, tapping her thighs, her discipline commands and calls summoned the dog back to her. The woman turned away, dog astride, she uttered no soothing words to calm me down. Terrified and shocked, I stood orientating myself at the suddenness of the incident. Bewildered at her calculating behavior, a woman, at that, behaving with so much callousness, coldness, and trickery in her heart, as if seemingly to say, “Now, I’ve got my revenge.” To me it was a blatant deliberate, censorious, willful act.
In a lawyer’s perspective a witness, injury, or a dead body are the materiality required of my case for it to merit a day in court. As far as the police, the burden of proof would rely on the actual marks of injury or a dead body to bring them to the scene and rectify a debased behavior. On both systems, the burden of proof relies on visual and real evidences. Never mind the emotional and psychological aggravation I am suffering, which personally is far more harrowing, and deep-seated, but only the mark of injuries or a blatant loss of life matters most in the eyes of the law? Fortunately, I didn’t have to undergo neither proof.
The basic requirement of a case so, as it stands now, a heinous behavior a classic is the OJ Simpson case. In the thick of things, in a multi tasking society that we live in this days staying focused and alertness sensitivities that function as our natural defense mechanisms is being mantled and dulled. This seems to be my analysis of an incident that could have turned badly for me. More risky than a postal person’s job is what I do.
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