Assembly line pathos: Eviction Court in Chicago. By comparison, Sotomayor is going lawn bowling

On Monday morning, the young Latina and husband approached the bench in Cook County Eviction Court, taking their place by the sign marked "Plaintiff." A few feet away was a scruffy, string bean of an even younger man, an Iraq War vet, standing before the "Defendant" marker. 

"What's going on here?" said a semi-incredulous Judge Diane Shelley, looking at the woman. "You're filing against your brother?!" 

Indeed, sister is trying to evict brother from a house she owns on Chicago's Northwest Side; a home once in the name of her parents, before it was given to the brother and, when he went to war, to the sister. But Shelley instantly realized that the woman has a second pending proceeding: trying to evict the parents from the same house for similar non-payment of rent. 

"You believe in tough love!" said Shelley, slightly raising her eyebrows and shaking her head.


Amid the more academic debate over President Obama's Supreme Court nomination, there's a melancholy reality check, and street-level window onto harsh times, at what's formally known as Forcible Entry and Detainer Court in Cook County, the nation's largest unified court system.  

There's no debate here over affirmative action, abortion, legislative redistricting, or whether a Latina judge of a certain pedigree can reach smarter conclusions than white males. There's no inspiration for cable television duels, like those over Sonia Sotomayor. There are only the quotidian matters of mostly little people in trouble, with a distinctly primal element at stake: the roof over their heads.

It's an assembly line of pathos unknown to the nine U.S. Supreme Court justices, who've never been trial judges of this sort and live in a comparatively rarified sanctum where they need not look a litigant in the eye each day, change that person's circumstances in a heartbeat and must sleep with the consequences. If this is mixed martial arts, the Supreme Court is lawn bowling or badminton (with America's longest summer vacation).

There are landlords trying to extract rent from poor residential tenants, who tend to represent themselves. There are upscale condo residents who've lost jobs, can't make ends meet and are being shown the door by the condo board. There are small business owners with fewer customers and now under the gun.


There are public housing tenants given the boot and, in a city of jam-packed shelter and scant affordable housing alternatives amid unceasing gentrification, forced to mull leaving the only town they know and heading to faraway, unknown places like Rockford or Elgin. I saw one retiree, an Eastern European immigrant with a sick wife, stunned upon realizing that the end was imminent and they'd now have to leave their government housing and go somewhere else.

Those found by the "Defendant/Tenant" in Judge Joan Powell's court (or sometimes in the conference room she must use at times, given a space shortage) have recently included teachers, a mother-son Subway restaurant franchisee, the operator of a day care center, bridle shop proprietors and car dealers, many plainly embarrassed to be there and scared of what may come.

There are tenants who stand before Powell's "Defendant-Tenant" sign and bring bags of cockroaches, dead mice, feces and asbestos, to make a case for their victimization. Some bring small children, to underscore the traumatic ripple effect of being dispatched to, well, nobody really knows. Some cry when a judge, even if reluctantly, orders them to move. 

And there are the scammers and their victims, as well as the tenants who game the system, deceive and stall. Some tenants know full well that the county sheriff is backlogged two to three months in carrying out evictions when necessary, meaning landlords essentially subsidize them as they delay.

Judge Leonard Murray, a tall and elegant man who was once an election lawyer, catches one defendant bending the truth when she challenges a landlord's claim that the landlord served an eviction notice on her. New technology undermines her via a retained text message to the landlord from her son. "That's a lie, that's a lie!" she responds, proceeding to seamlessly deny that she even owes the disputed $2,200 in back rent.


"I need a lawyer, I need a lawyer!" she defiantly announces after multiple court appearances.  Murray tells her to pay the $2,300 and the landlord's court costs. Outside the court, I catch the tenant heading to the bathroom, on her cell, deriding the landlord to someone: "She's a bitch! I ain't payin' nothin'"

This is a pre-foreclosure world, where plaintiffs are generally not stereotypical, cold-blooded slumlords or insensitive banks but often harried, working stiffs trying to get their money and stay a step ahead of a bank by paying their mortgage. Watching the firm but compassionate Powell in action, one sees some landlords willing, even desirous, of having tenants stay and pay rent....if they somehow can pay. You see landlords both partial to tenants who've lost jobs or face sickness and yet unable to handle month after month of non-payment.

Foreclosure is in a different area of the system, with eleven courtrooms now devoted to that single topic because the county's foreclosure caseload soared by 11,000 last year, to more than 42,000 heard in the chancery division. 

The lair of judges like Shelley, Powell, Murray and Sheldon Garber is where landlords and lenders seek evictions. And it's just as busy as chancery. Eviction filings in Cook County were around 50,000 last year, or up by 13,000 since 2005, according to Garber, boss of the division. 

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James Warren is the Chicago editor of The Daily Beast and an MSNBC analyst. He is the former managing editor of the Chicago Tribune.

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