Are we there yet? No we are not. Keep your seatbelt on. Play with your iPod. Take a nap. Don’t make me pull this car over. Dr. Samuels is still on the stand. Everyone else is bored too. Consider it a life lesson in patience. No Uncle Belvin cannot drive. Uncle Belvin did not come on this trip so stop asking for him. Here have a juice box. I do not want to hear I’m bored one more time. WE ARE ALL BORED.
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
This trial ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had hacks in it,
And private parts torn up,
And blood in places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
We’ve been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn your back on the trial now.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder boring.
Don’t you fall now—
For we’re still goin’, honey,
We’re still watchin’,
We’re inchin’ toward the closing
And this trial, for us, ain’t been no crystal stair.
The strong among us will comment and update and recap the trial today for those of us who lose faith in it ever ending. We will press on. Those closing arguments have to come eventually.