My background isn't too important but I'll give the highlights anyway.
I'm Judge Judy (no, moron, not the one on TV) Brattle. I graduated law school at 22, clerked for a Federal District Court Judge for two years, became a partner in a law firm in five years, and was appointed a state court trial judge two years ago, the youngest female trial judge in the state at 29 when I was appointed, and 31 at the start of this tale.
I got hit on lots in school and at the law firm because even if I do say so myself I have a nice ass and thighs, and a decent face. My boobs aren't anything special, but I've actually not had any complaints (not just an expression, a fact). My older brother has a black belt in Brazilian jujitsu and taught me self-defense, and I was born tough and got tougher as I matured. I don't take shit from anyone, as two of my classmates in law school and one of the partners in the law firm I worked for found out when I kneed them in the balls after they touched my ass without permission.
Like most (but not all) other states my state does not have a separate domestic relations (divorce, custody) court. I handle those cases in addition to other civil cases, and criminal matters. The domestic relations cases can sometimes be heart-breaking, but also offer the most opportunity to do some good and exercise some creativity. I make sure that all attorneys appearing before me in those cases are well-prepared; after the first two unprepared ones were severely reprimanded the word got out.
Like every state except Texas (at least to my knowledge) my state does not allow jury trials in domestic relations cases.
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April 20, 9 a. m. Courtroom 6E; Dawson v Dawson
When I reviewed the file of the Dawson case before a preliminary hearing I noticed no counsel for Mrs. Louise Dawson. The counsel for Mr. Joseph Dawson -- James Litton -- was one of the slimiest attorneys to practice before me. After court was called to order Litton rose to speak.
"Sit down, Mr. Litton; I have a preliminary matter to take care of," I said in a no-nonsense tone.
"But your honor..." the weasel started out.
"What about 'sit down' do you not understand Mr. Litton; not another word unless I ask you to speak." He sat down.
"Mrs. Dawson, would you please come up to the lectern? I have some questions for you," I said in a gentle voice. She rose and did so. I noticed that she was wearing a very plain, inexpensive cotton dress, and had no jewelry or makeup on. This was in sharp contrast to her husband who had a suit that looked like it cost a thousand dollars, with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie.
As Louise stood at the lectern I gently inquired "Mrs. Dawson why don't you have an attorney. This is a very significant proceeding and it really is in your best interest to have one."
"I can't afford one, Your Honor."
"Why not?"
"Because my husband has kicked me out of the house, cancelled all our credit cards, transferred all of the money from our joint accounts into those with his name alone, and since I was a homemaker taking care of our three children and didn't work outside the home I have no economic means available to me."
Litton stood up and said "I can explain, Your Honor..."
I banged my gavel. "Mr. Litton you need to have your hearing checked since violating my directive to you has just cost you $100, payable to the bailiff after this proceeding is concluded. The next violation of my directive will have you removed from the courtroom."
Litton sat down.
"Have you seen your children recently Mrs. Dawson?"
"No; my husband has prevented me from seeing them for the six weeks while this case is pending."
"Where are you living now?"
"With my elderly parents, who have no means to hire an attorney for me."
"Thank you, Mrs. Dawson. Please sit down." Then I turned to Litton and Joseph Dawson. "Mr. Dawson come up to the witness stand and be sworn in -- and Mr. Litton you can object to this if you like to preserve the record, but then sit down immediately after objecting."
"I object, Your Honor, since we did not anticipate that this would be an evidentiary proceeding and I haven't talked to my client about any testimony," Litton said.
"Your objection is noted and overruled, Mr. Litton. Mr. Dawson take the stand."
Joseph Dawson was uneasy when he sat on the witness stand; as he walked up I noticed that his shoes were Gucci. I started right in with questions once he was sworn in. In rapid fire I asked him "Did you kick Louise Dawson out of your home? Did you cancel all credit cards that she had access to? Did you close all joint accounts and open new ones in your name? Have you prevented her from seeing her children for more than a month? Have you withheld all funds from her so that she has been unable to hire an attorney?"
He answered "Yes" to each question, getting more and more distressed with each answer.
"You have one minute to tell me why you took these actions?"
"Uh...because...I have information that...uh...she cheated on me," he stammered.
"That's what hearings and trials are for -- to determine the legitimacy of any 'information' that the parties have. You don't get to unilaterally essentially rule in your favor without the situation being fleshed out, and it can't be properly fleshed out if you handicap your wife so that she can't defend herself. You may return to your seat Mr. Dawson."
After he returned to his seat I said "This court is in recess for ten minutes while I make some calls; the parties are to remain in the courtroom, however, and have no contact with each other. No reason to rise when I leave or return."
I went to my chambers and called Wilson and Wilson. "Mary Wilson please, Judge Brattle calling."
Thirty seconds later Mary was on the line.