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THE DRUG-COURT JUDGE'S WIFE

 

 

By Joel Turtel

November 4, 2007

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的知 sorry, Michael, I知 through, I知 finished. I can稚 stand it anymore. I知 leaving you. I want a divorce. I love you. I always will. But I知 leaving you, said Patricia Wellington to her husband of thirty years, Michael Wellington.

Patricia Wellington stood in the middle of their living room in their lovely home in Westchester, New York, a beautiful place of rolling green hills topped with expensive homes. Theirs was one of the beautiful homes, full of memories of their children and their lives together. Patricia was 51 years old, auburn hair, brown eyes, still lovely, wearing a summer print dress. She stood looking at Michael Wellington, seeing in her mind痴 eye the tall, handsome young lawyer she had married thirty years ago, then seeing the man who had become a distinguished federal judge. She had been proud of him for so long, until he became a judge in the drug enforcement division of the federal court system, ten years ago.

The trouble started when the Reagan administration passed the mandatory drug-sentencing laws and escalated the mad War on Drugs. Michael Wellington, the man she had loved so long, was destroying lives, destroying families, causing children to be put in foster homes. He was doing this when he sentenced hundreds of men and women of all ages to mandatory prison terms of ten years, twenty years, sometimes life-terms for smoking marijuana or growing it in their basements, in their cornfields, on their rooftops. It was this that had been eating away at her Patricia Wellington did not think that drug users were criminals, but rather that her husband had become the criminal.

釘ut you can稚 mean that Patty, you can稚, not over this, not over this marijuana evil, pleaded Michael. 添ou know I have a job to do. You know smoking or growing marijuana is against the law. It痴 my job to uphold the law, Patty. That痴 my job. Even if I wanted to be lenient with marijuana users, which I don稚, my hands are tied. I didn稚 make the laws. The laws force me to give these people mandatory sentences. Don稚 you see that, Patty, don稚 you? Please don稚 leave me over this.

Patrician Wellington痴 head dropped and shook from side to side in pain and sadness. This was the same argument they had for the last five years.

溺ichael, if there was a law that put people in prison for smoking cigarettes or drinking beer, would you be sending those people to jail too? I smoke, Michael. Your son and daughter drink wine or vodka sometimes. Would you put them in jail if that were the law, Michael?

Michael Wellington looked into his wife痴 eyes, and said with great sadness but firmness, 添es, Patti, I would have to. It痴 the law. Without law, Patti, there is no civilization. It is only the law that stands between us and anarchy. If I, a judge, don稚 uphold the law, who will? Don稚 you see how important that is?

溺ichael, said his wife, 鍍here is a vast difference between law and justice. Law is supposed to uphold justice. Justice is far more important than law. Michael, every monstrous totalitarian regime in history has had laws, thousands of laws. Every tyranny on the face of the Earth has enslaved their people through their laws. The Nazis had such laws. The Soviet communists had their laws. And all those laws were used to enforce the State痴 tyranny, to enslave their people. Michael, there is something far more important than the law. Have you ever asked yourself if the laws you defend are just? Have you ever asked if our government has the right to imprison someone for smoking a marijuana cigarette or taking drugs?

滴ave you ever asked yourself whether your government has the right to tell someone what he can or cannot smoke, especially if he harms no one but himself? Isn稚 the law supposed to protect people from violence or fraud by others? Isn稚 the law only supposed to punish people who physically hurt others, and this hurt has to be proved to a jury in court?

Who does a person hurt who smokes marijuana, Michael? Where is the victim the law requires for a crime? If he hurts himself, so what? Doesn稚 a person have the right to hurt himself? Don稚 we own our bodies, Michael? Don稚 I have the right to eat what I want, smoke what I want, drink what I want? Who are these self-righteous politicians to tell someone what they can or cannot put in their own body? These are the same slimy, hypocritical politicians who used drugs when they were young, who tax and regulate us to death. How dare they presume to dictate my personal behavior or the behavior of anyone else. How dare they?

釘ut you, Michael, you refuse to see the difference between law and justice, between a law passed by a stupid, power-hungry politician and what is right. The law is supposed to protect our inalienable rights, not some politician痴 twisted opinions he wants to shove down everyone痴 throat. These politicians we elect are supposed to be our agents, not our masters.

溺ichael, the Nazi judges who they hung at Nuremberg, they said the same things you say. The same things, Michael. They said they were judges, that they were only 吐ollowing orders. They said they had a 電uty to follow the laws, the Nazi痴 laws, Hitler痴 laws, to sentence innocent Germans to prison, shot by a firing squad, or gassed in the chambers by the millions. The judges said the same thing, Michael. They gave the same excuse, may they rot in hell. They were cowards, Michael. They valued their job and their power more than the lives of the innocent people they destroyed in their courtrooms. It was these judges, Michael, these supposed defenders of the law, Nazi law, who should have known better.

添ou think things are that different in American today? Michael, I have contempt for drug-court judges and prosecutors. They are government employees who can稚 see beyond their noses. They see a law passed and, like robots, automatically enforce the law in their courtrooms. They don稚 judge the law with their conscience. They don稚 see the monstrous injustice of the laws, the lives they destroy with their actions. A judge痴 duty is to follow the law, but if the law is monstrous, they should quit their jobs. In effect, drug-court judges are not much different than the monster-Nazi judges who sentenced thousands of innocent people in their courtrooms. Their crimes against humanity are only of a lesser degree.

Michael Harrington turned white, his eyes had a look of total shock. He had heard his wife痴 arguments before. But never had she accused him of being like Nazi judges. It rocked him, and something inside him believed her. But something else, something stronger, shut down in him, drawing in, pulling him into a dark cave in his mind. He became furious, murderously furious with his wife for the first time in thirty years.

鄭re you saying I知 a murderer, Patricia, that I知 no better than the Nazi judges they tried and executed in the Nuremberg trials? Do you think I should be executed, Patricia? Is that what you are saying? If that is the way you feel, then I think you are right. We should be divorced.

溺ichael, said his wife, just as furious, 的 am saying that what you are doing is evil. You hide behind the law, just like the Nazi judges did. You say it is your duty to uphold these evil laws. So, until you stop doing this, to me you are evil. I知 so sorry to say this, because I don稚 want to. But yes, to me you are no different than the Nazi judges. And I cannot live with you any more.

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的 cannot live with a man who sentences people to twenty years in prison for smoking a marijuana cigarette, people who might need that cigarette to treat their nausea from cancer chemotherapy. There are thousands of cancer patients in excruciating pain because chemotherapy makes them violently nauseous, and marijuana is the only thing that can stop the nausea. Yet the law stops them from using marijuana. I cannot live with a man who痴 decisions condemn cancer victims to excruciating pain, or to die drowning from their own vomit. I cannot live with a man who destroys families by sending mothers and fathers to prison for twenty years for smoking a lousy joint of marijuana. I cannot live with a man who thinks more of politician痴 laws than of justice. I cannot live with you anymore. That is all I have to say, Michael.

With that, she turned stiffly and walked out the door of the house she had lived in for thirty years, away from the man she had once loved.

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Joel Turtel, author of Public Schools, Public Menace: How Public Schools Lie To Parents and Betray Our Children, holds a degree in Psychology. For the last ten years he has served as an Education Policy Analyst, studying the climate of today's public schools and its effect on children and parents.

Mr. Turtel has written two books, published over fifty articles, and has been interviewed in both print and broadcast media on the subject. His latest book, Public Schools, Public Menace has garnered national media attention recently, for example, Dr. Laura Schlessinger featured the book on her nationally syndicated radio show.

Joel Turtel is available to discuss his book Public Schools, Public Menace in the media, at conferences, or with individual groups. Be warned though, you may be shocked by the revelations he has uncovered in America's public-school system.

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Michael Wellington, the man she had loved so long, was destroying lives, destroying families, causing children to be put in foster homes.