Deb Frisch Arraignment 2010EYEWITNESS REPORT!!1By: Trix E. Lom,
We last heard from our fearless reporter, Trix E. Lom, when she covered Miss Debbie's March 2009 sentencing on assault,
harassment and stalking charges in Lane County Court.When Trix heard about Frisch's arraignment today--for teh
crime of violating teh terms of her probation set at teh March
2009 sentencing, Trix decided to pay another visit to tehcourt, and see how Miss Debbie behaved during her courtappearance today.Here is teh UNCENSORED play-by-play dispatch from tehfearless reporter...OREGON CRIMINAL 1675174: BEATEN, "FRIGHTFULLY THIN," SAME
Your reporter arrived just before 8:30 and stood in a crowded line waiting to clear security. Suddenly, a familiar voice cracked, "What's the difference between HIV
and a lawyer? You need a microscope to see HIV." Pause. "It's a way to say eff the lawyers." One guy cackled, a sound like a nervous hiccup. "You laugh," the voice stated flatly.
At the head of the line the same voice brayed, "Will my first amendment rights
set off the metal detector
"Probably," answered the officer in charge, amused, then delivered the same instructions as to everyone else: empty your pockets, take off your belt, take off your shoes. The crowd re-assembled ourselves in the small area behind security, waiting for the one elevator, which a sheriff declared was "the slowest elevator in Lane County
." When it opened, we piled in; it was close and crowded. A woman turned to gently touch a beautiful baby held by a young mother, who smiled.
"You can touch babies?!" came an unwelcome shout, followed by nervous chuckles. "That's legal?! Who knew?!" Pause. "It must
be legal; it's happening in the court house
!" We all piled off the elevator.
Immediately your reporter was confronted with a sign demanding "No activated cell phones" in the court room. Cell phone dispatched, your intrepid reporter entered the sparsely attended court room, where defendants, including Frisch, waited stiffly on plastic chairs that lined the back wall. She was called forward immediately to pick up her paperwork, in quick succession with others in attendance, although many plaintiffs were not present.
A sheriff entered and many heads turned to watch him take his position at the back of the courtroom near the door. I updated my shopping list.
Frisch moved forward and sat across the aisle from your reporter. Owing to Frisch's financial woes
, she appears to be on an involuntary starvation diet. She is frighteningly thin now, which makes her appear taller than before, but obviously still has the same big mouth. The chubby campus pole-dancer of yesteryear is gone, and this desperate, poorly dressed, shrieking wraith is what the once-respected Doctor of Philosophy has become; a person one would assume is probably homeless, and certainly disturbed.
---HERE COMES TEH JUDGE!
The staff, working industriously at the front of the courtroom, seemed oblivious to the suffering of those waiting to be arraigned; the man next to me twitched incessantly. Frisch had moved up into the second row by then. She wore a cheap, dark brown jacket and glasses and her wild hair was close-cropped.
The shout of "All rise!
" was heard, and we rose. As the judge entered, Frisch stood in the second row with her head down. Very few people in the courtroom lowered their heads; most of us watched the judge as he entered at our left, strode across the front of the courtroom and took his seat at the far side. Frisch, however, didn't just lower her head. Her shoulders also slumped down and forward, the entire top of her body wilting as if in humble supplication.
We sat again, as ordered by the judge and he established the rhythm of the proceeding: Plaintiffs would be apprised of their rights and of the charges against them, which they would answer with a plea, and a hearing date would be scheduled. He then gave a separate set of Miranda and other rights for each type of violation. Those accused of misdemeanors have the right to a six-person jury, the right to face their accusers, and the state has the burden of proof
. Those accused of probation violations
also have the right to confront witnesses but not to a jury: a judge will hear their case, and the judgment is made on a preponderance of evidence
, not on reasonable doubt
. He asked everyone to speak up, as the proceedings were recorded, and again reviewed the rhythm he expected: The accused will enter a plea, get a call date, sign some paperwork. If they fail to appear on the call date, an arrest warrant
will be issued.
Frisch leaned far over on the bench at this point, her face close to the back of the pew before her, one bony elbow pointed upward, the full aspect of her body pointed left, as if to cock her right ear toward the proceedings.
One man with no attorney was encouraged to take advantage of the court-appointed attorney and take on the $370 fee for doing so. The court-appointed attorney stood up, walked confidently behind the plaintiff, and joined him. The judge advised him to speak with his attorney as soon as possible, and was amenable to all the court-appointed attorney's suggestions upon what had to have been an extremely brief review of the accused man's paperwork.
The next man was also unsure whether he wanted an attorney. The judge warned him that, in case he were found guilty, his record would be nonexpungeable. He asked whether this man had heard what he'd told the last man and, of course, reminded us of the saying among lawyers that anyone who defends themselves in court has a fool for a client.
At this point Frisch appeared to be suffering. She'd moved to the left end of the bench, head down in her hands, feet in the aisle, looking over her left shoulder behind her, as if searching for someone.
---YOUR TURN, DEBBIE!!
By then, I was favorably impressed with this proceeding: everyone received legal support, no one was treated unkindly, and the rhythm the judge wanted was well-established. The third guy said yes to the court-appointed attorney, without needing the lecture. His fresh attorney denied his charges. Apparently everyone pleads not guilty. His client was headed for a probation violation
hearing, where an indictment would get him a show cause. The judge sternly warned him there would be additional offenses if he didn't show up, and reminded him that his release agreements were in full force. "You mean I have to keep checking in every day?" he asked. This reporter thought immediately of how helpful a daily check-in would be for some people.
Abruptly, Frisch was called forward. [EDITOR'S NOTE: Later that day, Deborah Frisch blogged about the abruptness of her being cawled up: "how fucking ugly was that transgendered bulldyke who did the roll call for judge zennache (which you almost missed!)," blogged cowardly Debbie, who would never have had the guts to say this face-to-face...]
Frisch stood alone and said she had no attorney. The judge asked for clarification on the paperwork in front of him; she has one case on appeal? She stated she's involved in three cases: one in which she's defending herself, one that's on appeal in which she's defended by a court-appointed lawyer, and this one, a show cause for which she wanted a court-appointed attorney.
"Ms. Frisch, I've seen you before," said the judge.
"I've written many essays about you," she answered. [EDITOR'S NOTE: In a lulzy trick of fate, it turns out teh judge has overseen part of a small-claims lawsuit against deadbeat Debbie
The judge began to apprise her of her right to request a different judge, she interrupted several times, cawing "No!" "No!" "No!"
until he stopped showing her the same courtesy as everyone else by fulling explaining her rights and stated he'd just wanted to be sure she felt no conflict. She reiterated she had no concern.
The judge seemed as confused as some gerbils had been about Frisch's hearing being a show cause
rather than an arraignment
, but then simply stated she would be assigned a lawyer and a trial date. The lawyer standing next to her in court then, a tall, thin middle-aged man in a light gray suit, was a member of a consortium, and would not necessarily be the one to defend her. She will be notified of who is appointed to defend her.
Her lawyer immediately denied her charges, and she was scheduled to the probation violation docket for October 25th 8:30 a.m
As she signed her paperwork, she was advised that this would be her only trial in the matter and she should speak to her lawyer as soon as possible to prepare for it. As with the other cases, very little was said.
She had a quick conversation with her new attorney, in which I imagine she did not say "Eff the lawyers," filled out some more paperwork, ostensibly for him, and made a hasty departure as various copies changed hands.
EDITORS NOTE: Of course, despite teh travails of teh day, Miss Debbie quickly
showed she hadn't learned her lesson. Within hours, she posted several vile and
Perhaps jail will sober Frisch up, perhaps not. But either way, we can expect
numerous lulz from Debbie's impotent battering against her fate...AND TEH
SQUEAK WILL BE THERE
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