Racist Judge Insults Black Woman In Court - 7 Minutes Later, He Gets Arrested By Her!

some courtroom battles are fought with words but others reveal the cracks in the very Foundation of Justice itself when an arrogant judge wields power unchecked how long before the scales tip against him stay tuned to see a case unlike any other unfold and let us know in the comments where you're watching from today Banna Lawson's heels echoed against the cold marble floors of the Jefferson County Courthouse she wasn't nervous she was Furious the kind of Fury that tightened her jaw and kept her steps measured another day another trial another innocent black man fighting for his

life in a system designed to see him lose Briana had been in this exact position too many times before but this case was different this time she wasn't just defending a client She Was preparing to face a judge who had already made up his mind judge Richard Holloway his name alone made her blood run hot the man had spent decades ensuring that men who looked like Tyrone wils never got a fair chance a relic of the Old South wrapped in a black robe sitting on a bench he treated like a throne Brianna had heard the

stories before she ever stepped foot in his courtroom stories of Defense motions denied before they were even fully spoken of public defenders who had long since given up trying of young men whose lives were swallowed whole by sentence that didn't match the crime Tyrone sat beside her at the defense table his hands clasped together so tight his knuckles had turned white a 24-year-old grocery store clerk accused of a crime he couldn't have committed staring down a judge who probably saw him as guilty the moment he walked into the courtroom you ready for this she asked

quietly leaning in Tyrone nodded though his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard you believe me right bana didn't hesitate that's not even a question the door behind the judge's bench creaked open and silence fell over the courtroom judge Holloway entered shoulders squared eyes scanning the room like a king surveying his subjects he was an older man maybe late 60s with thinning gray hair and the permanent scowl of someone who had long since stopped pretending to be fair his robes hung off his frame the black fabric R swaying as he took his seat Briana didn't miss

the way he glanced at her the way his lip curled just slightly Before He adjusted his microphone now rise the BFF called out the room stood and bana forced herself to keep her expression neutral she had played this game before the trick was not letting men like Holloway see how deep their Prejudice is cut you may be seated the room settled the prosecutor Philip Denton already had had his papers neatly arranged his cheap suit pressed just enough to look the part he wasn't the real threat here Brianna had gone up against Denton before he was

just another Cog in the machine another overworked State Attorney who barely cared what happened as long as he got a conviction this court is now in session judge Holloway began his voice grally but firm we are here for the case of the state of Alabama versus Tyrone wils charged with armed robbery prosecution are you ready to proceed Denton stood yes your honor defense Brianna Rose to her feet meeting the judge's gaze without blinking ready your honor judge Holloway sniffed we'll see about that Briana clenched her fists beneath the table she hadn't even said anything yet

dandon moved through his opening tapan quickly standard procedure he painted Tyrone as a desperate man who had turned a crime claiming there was overwhelming evidence linking him to the scene of the robbery surveillance footage an eyewitness and a so-called confession Tyrone had never actually given Brianna kept her expression neutral but her mind was already dissecting Every Lie every hole in the prosecution's argument when it was her turn she stood calmly smoothing her blazer ladies and gentlemen of the jury she began her voice clear measured what you just heard is a story a well- practiced neatly

packaged story designed to make you believe that my client Tyrone wils is guilty before you've even had a chance to examine the facts for yourselves she turned making sure to meet the eyes of every juror but Justice isn't about stories it's about truth she paced slowly the prosecution will try to convince you that they have an open and shut case they'll talk about surveillance footage but they won't tell you that the man in the video was never properly identified they'll tell you about an eyewitness but they won't mention that the witness only saw the suspect

for a few seconds and under poor lighting and most importantly they'll tell you Tyrone wils confessed judge Holloway shifted slightly in his chair she turned to the jury again the burden of proof is on the state and by the time this trial is over you'll see just how little proof they actually have she took her seat ignoring the way judge Holloway peered down at her like she was an insect under his gavl we'll now hear from the prosecution's first witness Holloway announced a police officer took the stand officer Reed the arresting officer Brianna already knew

what was coming Deton approached the stand clearing his throat officer Reed can you describe the events of the night of July 14th yes sir Reed replied we received a call about an armed robbery at Samy's Corner Store the suspect was described as a black male in a gray hoodie in jeans I was patrolling the area and spotted Mr wils about two blocks away he matched the description Brianna leaned back letting the words settle in the room matched the description the same description that could fit half the young black men in Birmingham on any given day

Denton continued and when you stopped him what did he say he appeared nervous Reed said shifting slightly kept asking why we were stopping him did he resist no but he hesitated when we asked for his ID Brianna resisted the urge to roll her eyes hesitated as if that meant anything did you find any weapons on him Denton asked no sir Denton nodded no further questions Briana stood adjusting the sleeves of her blazer officer Reed you said my client match the description can you clarify what that description was Reed shifted a black male late teens or

early 20s gray hoodie jeans and how many black men wearing gray hoodies and jeans do you think were walking around Birmingham that night Denton objected claiming speculation but Holloway waved him off Reed cleared his throat I I don't know Briana smiled coolly of course you don't she turned to the jury this case hinges on assumptions assumptions that a young black man walking down the street is inherently suspicious assumptions that being in the wrong place at the wrong time is enough to justify an arrest but assumptions are not evidence and without evidence there is no justice

she sat down for the first time judge Hollow actually looked slightly irritated good she was just getting started the moment Brianna sat down she could feel the weight of Judge Holloway's stare pressing against her like an unspoken warning she didn't acknowledge it she wouldn't give him that satisfaction the game had barely begun and she had no intention of playing it by his rules terrone sat beside her his hands still tightly clasped together his breathing shallow he wasn't just sitting in that chair he was bracing for impact she leaned in slightly her voice a low murmur

stay with me she said he nodded but his eyes never left the witness stand judge Holloway cleared his throat let's move along shall we prosecution call your next witness Danton adjusted his tie and walked back to his table flipping through a set of neatly stacked papers before glancing up with a smirk the prosecution calls Mr Leonard harrove to the stand the courtroom doors creaked open and an older white man in a faded blue work uniform stepped forward Leonard Hargrove the so-called star witness he moved with a careful sort of slowness as if each step needed

to be measured before it landed his graying mustache twitched slightly as he took his seat at the stand settling into the chair with the kind of familiarity that suggested this wasn't his first time testifying Brianna studied him his posture his hands the way his eyes flicked toward judge Holloway before Denton even began to speak she had seen men like Hargrove before men who didn't just see what they wanted to see but saw what they were told to see Denton smiled the same rehearsed charm he always used when trying to make a jury feel at ease

Mr Hargrove can you state your occupation for the court harrove cleared his throat I own Samy's Corner Store been running it for 28 years Denton nodded and were you working the night of July 14th I was can you describe what happened Hargrove shifted in his chair glancing once at the jury before turning back to Denton I was behind the counter stalking the register it was late just about to close up that's when I saw him come in Denton stepped closer you mean the suspect harro nodded that's right black male gry hoodie looked nervous kept his

hands in his pockets like he was hiding something Brianna's jaw tightened Denton paced slightly gesturing with his hands as if painting a picture and what happened next he came up to the counter real slow Hargrove continued didn't make eye contact just mumbled something about needing change then he reached into his pocket real fast like he was pulling something out Denton stopped pacing and what did you do I panicked I thought I thought he had a gun silence settled in the courtroom Denton let the moment linger before speaking again so you're saying you felt threatened Hargrove

swallowed hard yes sir I hit the silent alarm under the register soon as I did he bolted out the door and you're sure the man you saw that night is the defendant Tyrone wils Hargrove turned his gaze toward Tyrone squinting slightly as if committing his face to memory all over again yes he said finally that's him Denton smiled turning back toward the jury no further questions bana took a slow breath she stood smoothing her blazer as she made her way toward the witness stand her heels clicking sharply against the floor She Stopped just a few

feet from Hargrove her expression unreadable Mr harrove I just have a few questions for you harrove shifted all right you say you've been running that store for 28 years that's a long time I assume you've had many customers come in late at night sure and I assume you don't call the police on all of them har grth stiffened no just when something seems off Brianna nodded right something seemed off about my client she took a step closer tell me Mr Hargrove did you actually see a weapon Hargrove hesitated no but Banna raised a hand no

you did not see a weapon you assumed Hargrove shifted uncomfortably in his seat you assumed because he was black you assumed because he wore a hoodie you assumed because somewhere along the line someone told you that a man who looks like him isn't just a customer he's a threat Denton objected your honor she's leading the witness judge Holloway's voice cut through the air sustained get to the point Miss Lawson Briana turned back to Hargrove you told the police the man ran out of the store as soon as you pressed the alarm correct yes and you

also said the man you saw had his hands in his pockets the whole time hrove nodded that's right bana smiled tilted ing her head slightly then tell me Mr Hargrove if his hands were in his pockets how exactly did you see his face clearly enough to identify him har grve blinked I you just said he never made eye contact Brianna folded her arms and yet you were able to give a positive ID the tension in the courtroom thickened Hargrove licked his lips I I got a good look before he left did you or did the

police show you a picture of my client and tell you this was the man objection overruled hargrove's jaw clenched I know what I saw Brianna's voice softened no Mr Hargrove you know what you think you saw silence she let it hang there before stepping back no further questions judge Holloway's face was unreadable but Brianna didn't miss the way his fingers curled slightly over the edge of the bench he wasn't happy because neither was she the trial wasn't about facts it was about power and Holloway still had all of it for now the courtroom doors slammed

shut behind Briana as she stepped out into the hallway the echo rang through the corridor but she barely noticed her pulse was still racing the weight of Judge Holloway's glare clung to her like humidity thick and suffocating but she refused to let it get to her not now not when Tyrone wilk's future depended on her keeping her head clear Tyron walked beside her quiet his hands stuffed deep in his pockets he'd barely spoken since they left the courtroom she could feel the tension radiating off him in waves you okay she asked keeping her voice low

he let out a bitter chuckle I should be used to this by now Brianna stopped walking forcing him to meet her eyes don't say that Tyrone shifted on his feet that judge that jury they already think I'm guilty they son decide that Tyrone scoffed feels like they do bana inhaled sharply but said nothing she wouldn't lie to him wouldn't give him false hope judge Holloway had already set the tone every ruling he made was a roadblock every objection she raised was brushed aside with the flick of his hand and the jury mostly white mostly older

sat in their stiff chairs watching Tyrone like he was a puzzle they'd already solved Brianna checked her watch we've got 10 minutes before we head back in let's go over your testimony again Tyrone exhaled through his nose but nodded they sat on the wooden bench lining the hallway and Brianna pulled out her legal pad all right she started when Denton asks where you were the night of the robbery what do you say Tyrone straightened I was at home alone no my mom was there she can vouch for me Banna nodded and when they asked why

you were in the area the next day I work at the community center I was on my way to meet a friend before my shift good bana said flipping a page now they're going to try and trip you up they're going to say you hesitated when the cops stopped you what's your response Tyrone's jaw clenched I tell them I hesitated because I was scared because when you're black and a cop stops you you don't know if you're walking away or getting carried bana's stomach Twisted the truth was ugly but it was still the truth before

she could say anything else the courtroom doors opened again the baith gave them a sharp nod we're back on Rihanna murmured Tyrone Rose slowly she wed walked beside him keeping her strides steady making sure he knew he wasn't walking into that courtroom alone they stepped inside and judge Holloway was already watching them he sat high on his bench fingers tapping lazily against the wood defense he drawled call your next witness Brianna stood tall the defense calls Tyrone Wilks to the stand a murmur rippled through the gallery as Tyrone made his way forward the jury watched

him closely some with curiosity some with skepticism one woman in the back a middle-aged woman in a pearl necklace frowned deeply her lips pursed like she had already made up her mind Tyrone sat down adjusting the microphone in front of him the BFF stepped forward raise your right hand he instructed do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth tyron's fingers curled slightly but he raised his hand I do the baliff stepped back and Brianna walked toward him her heels clicking with quiet Precision Tyrone she started her voice measured

can you tell the court where you were the night of July 14th at home Tyrone said voice steady I was with my mom and she can confirm that yes bana nodded and the next day when you were in the area where the crime took place what were you doing I was heading to work at the community center I was supposed to meet a friend before my shift Brianna turned slightly glancing toward the jury do you own a gun no had you ever been arrested before no did you rob Sammy's Corner Store Tyrone leaned forward slightly

looking directly at the jury no ma'am I didn't Briana let that hang in the air before taking a step closer Tyrone when the police stopped you did you hesitate Tyrone shifted yeah Tyrone swallowed because I was scared scared of what he exhaled sharply his hands gripping the edge of the witness stand scared of getting shot the courtroom fell silent Tyrone shook his head I've seen it happen too many times a black man gets stopped and it doesn't matter what he's doing he could be running standing reaching for his wallet doesn't matter the second I saw

those flashing lights I knew I had to be careful knew I had to move slow keep my hands where they could see them Rihanna let the moment stretch she turned toward the jury watching their reactions some looked away others held his gaze no one spoke then finally judge Holloway cleared his throat Miss Lawson if you're finished with a theatrics I'd like to move this along Briana gritted her teeth she turned back to Tyrone no further questions she took her seat Denton stood buttoning his jacket he strolled toward the witness stand an easy smirk on his

face Mr wils he started you say you hesitated because you were afraid is that correct tyone nodded yes afraid of what the police yes Denton tilted his head frowning slightly but you hadn't done anything wrong had you so why would you be scared Ty room's jaw tightened because I've seen what happens when black men get stopped by the police Denton let out a small chuckle so you assumed something bad was going to happen Tyrone didn't answer right away he looked at Danton then at the jury no I didn't assume I prepared Denton's smirk faltered for

half a second Brianna's lips twitched Denton recovered quickly flipping through his notes Mr Wilks you said you were at home the night of the robbery but your mother isn't here to testify on your behalf why is that tyron's shoulders stiffened Briana sat up straighter Denton Shrugged it's just odd isn't it if you have an alibi wouldn't it make sense for her to be here tyron's fingers curled Brianna shot up objection judge Holloway barely looked at her overruled Denton stepped closer or maybe she's not here because she can't actually confirm your story Tyrone's voice was firm

she can she's just Denton held up a hand no further questions he walked back to his seat smug satisfaction on his face Ranna clenched her jaw Tyrone looked at her as he left the stand and she could see it the doubt creeping in she grabbed his arm as he sat back down we're not done yet she murmured Tyron didn't say anything but he didn't look away either bana sat stiffly at the defense table her nails digging into the legal pad in front of her judge Holloway was smug Denton was triumphant and the jury was unreadable

Tyrone sat beside her shoulders hunched staring at his hands he looked beaten worn down exactly how the system wanted him to look G refused to let them have that Victory Judge Holloway leaned forward tapping his gavel lightly against the bench Miss Lawson do you have any further Witnesses Briana stood the defense calls Lisa wils to the stand a murmur swept through the courtroom as the side doors opened Lisa wils Tyrone's mother stepped inside clutching her purse against against her chest her hair was pinned back her eyes sharp scanning the room before landing on her son

Tyrone exhaled a breath of relief Denton's smug expression faltered Lisa walked to the witness stand adjusting her cardigan as she sat down the baliff swore her in and Brianna wasted no time Mrs wils Brianna began stepping closer where was your son Tyrone Wilks on the night of July 14th Lisa lifted her chin he was home with me Brianna nodded all night Lisa looked directly at the jury all night we had dinner together he helped me clean up the kitchen then he watched TV in the living room while I read in my room he never left

Brianna could feel the shift the jury was listening now she turned slightly Mrs wils the prosecution implied that you weren't here earlier because you could not confirm your son's Alibi why weren't you here Lisa inhaled sharply glancing at Danton because no one told me I needed to be Danton stiffened Brianna continued did anyone from the Police Department contact you no did the prosecution Lisa shook her head no ma'am Brianna turned back to the jury yet the prosecution was quick to question why you weren't here she let that settle before continuing Mrs wils do you have

any reason to lie about your son's where Lisa's voice was firm none Brianna nodded no further questions Lisa stepped down Tyrone reached for her hand as she passed his grip tight his lips pressed together she squeezed back before taking a seat in the gallery judge Holloway barely concealed his irritation does the prosecution wish to cross-examine Denton hesitated he looked at Lisa then at the jury then finally at judge Holloway no your honor Brienna nearly smiled judge Hollow cleared his throat very well are we ready for closing arguments Denton went first his voice was steady confident

but there was something missing now the jury had seen the cracks in his case they had heard Tyrone speak for himself they had seen his mother a woman who had no reason to lie affirm his innocence Denton tried to spin it tried to imply that memory could be faulty that fear might make someone misremember but Brianna could tell he had lost them when he finished he stepped back his shoulders slightly hunched Brianna stood she took her time walking to the center of the courtroom letting her heels echo through the space ladies and gentlemen of the

jury she began voice calm measured you have been presented with two versions of this case one a prosecution built on assumption misidentification and a rushed investigation and the other the truth she turned locking eyes with each juror Tyrone wils is not a criminal he is not a threat he is a son a brother a young man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and found himself at the mercy of a system that too often sees black men as guilty before they even even open their mouths to defend themselves she took a step

forward the prosecution wants you to believe that Tyrone's hesitation when stopped by the police was an admission of guilt but you heard him you saw him he hesitated because he was afraid and why wouldn't he be we have all seen the headlines we have all watched the news he did what so many young black men have been taught to do he stayed still he complied and yet he was still arrested she paused letting her words sink in I ask you what is justice is it rushing to judgment based on fear and bias or is it

listening truly listening to the evidence to the facts to the truth she straightened the truth is the state has failed to prove its case Beyond A Reasonable Doubt the truth is Tyrone wils is innocent and Justice demands that you send him home she let her final words settle before taking her seat judge Holloway sniffed shifting in his chair he looked at the jury his expression unreadable the jury will now deliberate the baith LED them out Tyrone turned to her how long do you think it'll take Rihanna reached for his hand squeezing it once longer than

it should but not forever 30 minutes later the jury return Rihanna felt her heart pound in her chest Tyrone sat sat rigid beside her his mother gripping the edge of her purse in the gallery the foreman stood a middle-aged black man with tired eyes he held the verdict slip in his hands judge Holloway gestured has the jury reached a verdict we have your honor Rihanna held her breath the foreman unfolded the paper on the charge of armed robbery we find the defendant not guilty the air seemed to Rush from the room Tyrone's breath hitched his

mother gasped bana exhaled sharply relief washing over her judge Holloway's jaw twitched but he had no choice the defendant is free to go tyum turned to her eyes wide disbelieving I can go she nodded you can go his mother rushed forward wrapping her arms around him her sobs muffled against his shoulder Brianna watched as Tyrone hugged her back his body trembling from the weight of it all she had done it they had done it but before she could Revel in the victory a new sound filled the room a door slamming open the heavy boots of

Law Enforcement Officers against the marble floors judge Holloway barely had time to react before the lead agent a tall man in a dark suit stepped forward judge Richard Holloway he announced voice carrying in through the room you are under arrest for corruption obstruction of justice and abuse of power gasps rippled through the courtroom Brianna's lips parted in shock Holloway stood his face turning red this is absurd on what grounds the agent smirked we have the receipts your honor you thought you were Untouchable turns out you were just next in line two officers moved in cuffing

him judge hallway spluttered jerking against their hold you you have no idea who you're messing with the agent patted his shoulder yeah we do as they hauled him away Brianna turned back to Tyrone who was watching with stunned disbelief terone exhaled shaking his head I didn't think Justice worked like that Brianna smiled tucking her legal pad under her arm sometimes it takes a little longer but today she met his gaze today it worked just fine