…AND JUSTICE FOR ALL?
Ernest L. Poland, Jr.
Southwestern Pennsylvania Legal Services
Waynesburg, Pennsylvania

At first
he was just a nine-digit case number. I was excited beyond measure when I
knew I would get to meet him face to face. Here was a troubled soul with a
problem that I could actually help him with! Suit up! We’re goin’ after
the bad guys!
It
wasn’t long before I realized the utility of having ears and a mouth in that
ever-present two-to-one ratio. I quickly learned that cosmic design was
intentional. Inasmuch as he wanted me to eventually correct his legal
dilemma, he immediately wanted me to hear his story.
I
feverishly began taking notes on the long yellow paper. (Why is it yellow by
the way?) Several times I had him repeat himself, for I did not want to
miss any details. I hardly had time to look at my client since I am not
trained as a stenographer. He quickly answered every question. I asked
another before he was quite finished with the previous one. When the
interview was completed, I took the time to look. At that moment I knew I
should have just listened.
Do not
misunderstand—facts are important. They drive us, and one fact over another
may be sufficient for the judge to rule in favor of my client. But it was
the story he had to tell that I nearly missed. We went through it again;
this time I looked into his eyes.
My client
did not prevail in the courtroom. But he was complete. He had his day in
court; he was as prepared as he could possibly have been, but unfortunately
for him the gavel falls on both sides of the bench. He understood. I had
done all that I could, and that was not enough for me to win.
As it
turns out, it was enough for my client. We cannot guarantee results. He
understood that from the minute he walked through my door. His definition
of justice was not ‘winning’. His definition of justice was a chance. A
chance to tell his story. A chance that others would not just hear him, but
listen.
His life
will not be quite the same for some time. Further trials and adversity face
him on the road ahead. But he has witnessed first-hand the proper
administration of the laws of the land. In doing so, he has become
empowered. In his loss, he has learned. In his loss, I have learned even
more.
Our legal
system does not depend upon the wave of a magic wand. Our system is one of
adversity. One against the other—who shall prevail? One winner and one
loser. Perhaps even two losers. I have learned that sometimes it is not
the winning or losing. In fact it is not even the fight that matters. What
should matter most to us is what matters most to the nine-digit case
number. We cannot always win. But we can always listen.