When he took my device, he didn’t just take a science project. He tried to silence hard data showing that his own courthouse sits in a neighborhood with some of the worst documented air quality violations in the entire city.
His mother’s eyes widen with sudden understanding. You honestly think this was deliberate? I don’t know yet for certain, but I’m going to find out the truth. What specific calls is Uncle James making right now, and will any of them arrive in time to stop the destruction? Early the next morning, Devon arrives at the courthouse well before the doors officially open. He carries a thick folder of documentation carefully prepared overnight with his uncle’s guidance, proving clear ownership of the project and detailing its legitimate scientific purpose. He waits on the cold stone steps, reviewing every page one final time. Judge Harmon arrives shortly afterward. Surprise flashes briefly across his face when he spots Devon already waiting. Mr. Taylor. Persistent, aren’t you? Yes, sir. I have complete documentation proving my project’s legitimacy and formally requesting its immediate return before any destruction occurs.
Judge Harmon barely glances at the carefully prepared papers. File all of that with the clerk’s office. I have a full and busy docket today. Sir, security has already confirmed they plan to dispose of my property this very morning.
Not my department, the judge replies, attempting to walk past him. Devon steps sideways with careful respect, remaining polite but absolutely insistent. Your honor, I have documented every detail of what has occurred so far.
If my property is destroyed without any due process, I will be forced to escalate this matter through every available channel. Judge Harmon’s eyes narrow dangerously. Are you threatening me, young man? No, sir. I am simply exercising my rights as a citizen of this country.
The judge steps closer until only inches separate them. Let me be perfectly clear. You have no real power here. I alone decide what happens inside my courthouse. The courthouse belongs to the people of this nation, your honor.
Judge Harmon’s face flushes deep red. You need a hard lesson in respect. Officer Briggs! Briggs approaches quickly from the security station. Yes, your honor? Mr. Taylor here is causing a public disturbance. Please escort him off the property immediately. I’m standing on public property holding legally prepared documentation, Devon states calmly. Judge Harmon points an accusing finger at the papers in Devon’s hands. Those look like falsified court documents to me. Confiscate them at once.
