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By Glenna Hall


Real courtrooms look nothing like TV. Not much seems to go on, and the pace can be glacially slow. But what's happening is profoundly serious. Judges can send people to death or long periods in prison, they can permanently deprive them of their children, and they can ruin them financially.  I've done most of those things.


However scary and responsible, the work is also highly satisfying and can even be fun. It is, in my opinion, the best job in the law. I've made rulings that decided a horse race, and I've stopped a ferry. (After the jump is a photo of the author in full spate, stopping a ferry.) With my courtroom filled with 12-year-olds in baseball uniforms, I've determined whether a Pony League team could go on to the next step of tournament play. In joyous moments, I've performed marriages and adoptions.


In 2008 I retired from working full time, but I've been lucky enough to keep being a judge on an occasional basis in San Juan County, a much different place from the big up-and-coming Seattle-King County metro area.

In the big city, I was one of more than fifty judges, all of whom were, as we liked to point out, "independently elected public officials." By that we meant that we were all peers, that we each had gotten to the court independently of one another, and that we collectively ran the judicial branch of the government in our county. Nobody was the boss of us. We mostly thought of ourselves as generalists, whether or not we had been specialists in our previous work as lawyers. My colleagues were very smart and intellectually sophisticated, and among themselves could be highly contentious.

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Where I worked also doesn't look like Law and Order.  The primary courthouse for King County is in Seattle. It is old and attractive, but also remarkably grubby and uncomfortable.


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For most of the time I was there, judges' chambers had no hot water. Cleaning was sporadic and ineffectual. Almost none of the courtrooms and other public areas were disability accessible; it was nearly impossible for wheelchair-bound citizens to serve on juries. The constant roar of heating and air conditioning in the courtrooms made listening an exhausting chore. After the strong but mercifully deep earthquake of 2001, the county passed up the chance to replace this outmoded building, so large parts of it were closed for almost two years for earthquake retrofitting. Ancient, thick, and soundproof (but extremely dangerous) walls were removed. The remodel made the building even less comfortable, and it took away some of its charm.


When I was there, a typical day for a judge in King County started by 8:30 in the morning. when we heard short matters, such as an easy motion or a probation violation hearing. We then moved into trial time at around 9:00 a.m., hearing cases till 4:00 p.m., and finally did more motions and short matters until 4:30 or even later. After that we might have a meeting or a settlement conference that ran into the dinner hour. There were significantly more cases than judges, and it was important to keep moving -- sometimes it felt more like processing than judging. 


Before and after the trial day and during lunch our time could be completely filled by meetings, since as judges, we governed the judicial branch. Theoretically, every judge was hearing something in the courtroom from 8:30 to 4:30, so preparation and deliberation time were off the clock. Each of us was responsible for hundreds of cases. The competition to be the most workaholic was keen, and judges frequently went out the door at the end of the day with huge armloads of files. 


As superior court judges, we heard cases ranging from drug possession to murder and from simple slip-and-falls to huge contract or personal injury cases. Among the most difficult were matters involving children: hotly contested custody, abuse and neglect, or juvenile crimes. I did nothing but custody-type cases for three years.


To support all this work were scores of staff people, ranging from filers to clerks to social workers, and a lot of stuff, including furniture, computers, and many tons of paper. 


The work was hard when I was there, and recent brutal budget cuts have made it even harder. Support staff have been cut repeatedly, and when I see my former colleagues they look exhausted.


Being a judge in a very small island community is both different and similar.


The first time I sat in Friday Harbor as a judge pro tem was almost half a year after I had left Seattle. Unlike the chambers I had inhabited in the city, the window behind me looked out on the harbor and the marina, with the big shoulder of Mt. Constitution on Orcas Island in the background beyond the water. I could see ferries come and go. The building and the room were clean.


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I had brought away with me from Seattle the more worn of my two judicial robes, folded up since my last day of work. As I put it on, I found my hands automatically going through the remembered patterns of hooking the top fastener, then going down through the snaps. I smiled to myself about the familiarity, and went out into the courtroom.

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