I attended my first federal sentencing today, a drive of four hours to the troubled city of…read moreBaltimore to show support for a friend. I rented a car from my Entetprise buddies, he rented a large bus and catered lunch for all attendees coming from NC, VA, PA, and more, our crowd was incredibly diverse. Jews, black, white, spanish, miscellaneous religions. To be part of the growing, true as the tide, we were one, we are here in the halls of justice, full of us that want to be served so well. Well, dont we?
The building is an omnious structure, it looks like a place that you might not leave from once you go inside with federal marshals ready to move you through security checks, looking us over carefully.
The Government presented its case, my friends attorney counter punched the statements of facutal misrepresentations. There was a lot of money involved in a short time, to the tune of millions of dollars in a few months. The presiding judge was "kept busy for days" reading all the defendants materials that were stacked high upon his desk and the wood creaked as the stacks of paperwork continued to pile up.
My friend plead "guilty" and it seemed that the judge struggled imposing the heavy sentence as he was looking at thirty years, he received one year and one day, incarceration facility wherever he wants to in New York. Why? Because my friend built a church, he built a school, he "touched the lives of tens of thousands" picking up medical bills for employees and their families, writing checks to the community in excess of six figures a year which could not be denied. Yes, he caught a year in the federal pen, but it sure beats thirty.