Don't Say Anything at All
“Order. Order.” The gavel banged. Judge Learned Head panned across his courtroom behind spectacles that had grown too small for his round face. He shuffled papers laying before him, then looked at the defendant over the rim of his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose. “Sir, you are being charged with hate speech by the Department of Justice. How do you plead?” There was no jury. The Department had learned its lesson after juries began refusing to find their peers guilty. ...