For those of you interested in following the 'proceedings' as they unfolded in the courtroom on Thursday, May 16, the best vantage point was from in front of your TV, your computer or other streaming device, or from a seat in the courtroom itself. Unfortunately, I wasn't in any of those places.
Not being in a position to comment on anything that happened inside the courtroom during that morning session, here's some observations on what went on outside the doors.
I had an unfortunate encounter with him in the courtroom in the afternoon when, during a break, while I was sitting in the end seat of the row with one leg crossed over the other, this person, wanting to exit, just kicked my foot out of the way. I reacted by saying, "You could say excuse me!" He responded in a loud voice, "I did. If you cleaned out your ears, you would have heard me."
This little scene immediately drew the attention of a bailiff who suddenly appeared and said, "If both of you don't stop immediately, I will remove you from the courtroom." I had nothing more to say, but when this guy returned a few minutes later he entered the row behind me muttering some angry imprecations directed at me and climbed over the back of the seat to get to his own in the same row I was in. That's angry!
The scheduled two o'clock resumption of the proceedings rolled around. At about 2:30, the bailiff came and announced the 'Judge was ready to go' so we had to hurry to our seats. There were enough seats for thirteen members of the public starting from the third row back. I held the door for the others, so was last to enter. It worked again. Last ended up first!! The bailiff filled the rows starting from back to front, so I got the third row aisle seat which provided the best vantage point. The second row, (the row behind Arias mother, aunt, the man with them, Donovan and her friend was left empty.) Apparently it was reserved for four law students/interns who appeared after the first break.) Immediately in front of Mrs. Arias, et al, in the well of the courtroom I spotted Darrell Brewer, and a couple of other people standing around just talking. A few minutes later, the door at the front of the courtroom to the left of the Bench, opened and a woman wearing a pink blouse walked the length of the room to join Darrell and the people he was with. It was Patti(?), Jodi Arias's friend and she looked extremely distressed. After speaking to Darrell, (dressed in a grey suit), she left the courtroom with an official and I later saw that she had gone to one of the witness rooms that opened up from the hallway. Darrell went after her a few minutes later. Meanwhile some staff were moving the lecturn and the microphone cables closer to the Jury Box. Shortly after that, Tanisha Alexander left the courtroom for the hallway. We waited. A few minutes later, Samantha's spouse left the room, also for the hallway. At some point Martinez came over and spoke to the family. Then Samantha Alexander left her seat for the other witness room. Tanisha came back into the courtroom from the hallway, sat for a moment, then followed to where Samantha was in the witness room. We waited a while. Then the bailiff came to us and announced that the courtroom was to be cleared of everybody but the families. Something was up! Nothing was happening.
In the interim, I spoke to a very nice woman who frequents the trial on a daily basis, and speculated that the reason for the interruption was probably because Patti and Jodi Arias's other Mitigation witnesses probably didn't want to testify--address the jury--in public. I was able to glance through the glass slot in the door of the witness room and saw Patti, Darrell and others inside. Patti still looked extremely nervous and stressed. If that was proof that she didn't want to go on in public, it showed. Turns out that's close to the truth.
A few minutes later, the bailiff re-appeared, invited us all to re-enter the courtroom if we so chose, but stated that court was being re-convened for the purpose only of adjournment. Most of us went back in. The judge was back on the bench, the Jury filed in and took their places. (As best I could see, Juror No.2, is a man in his forties with a helmet of thick hair, has a serious demeanor, and displays nothing else that would distinguish him from the others.)
The Judge thanked them for their patience, said the court was unable to proceed, directed them to return on Monday, and adjourned the trial.
We filed out into the hallway and milled around for a few more minutes. I then quickly moved to catch an elevator that people were boarding before the doors closed. The Alexander family was already in there. I caught Steven's eye and he caught mine. I saw the sadness. I lifted my right hand to shoulder height, gave a little fist pump, and looked him in the eye. He looked back and silently acknowledged me. It was not appropriate to say or attempt to say anything more.
I trailed behind the Alexanders out of the courthouse and down the outside steps. One person, one of those 'regulars whose always hushing others up, (and I've gotta admit I find it obnoxious) sitting on a bench near the top of the steps spotted Steven Alexander and shouted "Hi Steven, Bye Steven. Way to go."
I was heading to the LRT ' cause I was exhausted and just wanted to get back to where I'm staying with my friends. I crossed First Avenue behind the Alexanders with the pedestrian light. All of the Alexanders, except Tanisha, proceeded straight ahead. She peeled off alone and started walking up the street towards the Parking Garage Booth that is right at the edge of the garage adjacent to the sidewalk. By this time I was this old, disheveled, wearyguy walking almost parallel with her. She glanced at me and I mustered up the courage to say hello. Then I said that I speak with a lot of people and we are all so glad that she and her family got their brother back. (I meant his reputation, character, soul if you will). Hard to make sense at a moment like that. She stopped, said "Aaaw! Thank you." Her eyes said it too. Then she reached out her left arm, touched the top of my left arm and rubbed her hand up and down it two or three times. It was like she was helping me through a difficult moment. I saw the warmth and dignity in her eyes. The murder of her brother must have brought out what had to have been already there. Then we parted.
That was a great way to end a shitty day.
That's all for now. Isn't that enough?