All of this and the press presenting her like the victim probably get her the minimum possible sentence.
Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread II
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All of this and the press presenting her like the victim probably get her the minimum possible sentence.
No reputation, no job, no balls, no wife and if I read it right several alimony cases lining up. Boy he sure messed up.
Is there any indication Erich von Holz beat him up?
And if I was daddy anasthesiscist, I would make sure he's paralysed but aware during the operation.
Is there any indication Erich von Holz beat him up?
And if I was daddy anasthesiscist, I would make sure he's paralysed but aware during the operation.
Whatever happens, I'd say that the universities of the German Empire are about to have their dirty laundry aired, whether they want it aired or not. After all, the military was recently purged of 'persons' who were of a similar mind-set. I can definitely see a campaign springing up, demanding that the universities are held to the same rigorous standards, and that the predators & those who shield them be stripped of their prestigious posts in academia.
thats why like 50% of all state inmates are in because of violent crimes, compared to 15% for drugs?
https://www.politico.com/magazine/s...emocrats-get-wrong-about-prison-reform-227623
At least to me as non-american, it seems extremely unlikely that drugs would be prosecuted more harshly compared to violent crimes.
The issues seems to be more along the lines of three-strike laws and plea bargains...
But I think that discussion would be more appropriate in Chat.
Not sure which reforms happened atl in german criminal law, thing is jury trials where a thing in otl germany until the 1920, then came schöffengerichte.
In the UK we have Magistrates courts the equivalent, it appears, of schöffengerichte - lay justices. Cases heard at a magistrates court are generally fairly minor and don't tend to result in long sentences. Sometimes they can refer a case to Crown Court if they consider it aerious enough or if they feel a sentence longer than they can give out is appropriate.
ITTL it seems like the sort of court you would send a case to if you wanted it dealt with without fuss.
If JFK gets the case, this will go to the equivalent of a Crown Court and it will go loud.
Part 95, Chapter 1487
Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Eighty-Seven
20th April 1962
Mitte, Berlin
There were times when Maria was reminded of just how much Zella had inherited from Emil. Unfortunately, those aspects of him could be incredibly aggravating when they were displayed by their daughter. Maria would have thought that she would be used to it after twenty-one years, but Zella always seemed to find some new way to be infuriating and worrisome in equal turns.
This time a strange story had broken about how an outraged housewife near the University’s Humboldt Campus had been arrested after savagely attacking her husband, a Classics Professor, with a mallet after she had learned of his infidelity. Apparently, she had rather effectively removed her husband from gene pool. It had been regarded with a great deal of humor by the Metro Desk and they had played up that angle. Zella had been gleeful at first as word about the story spread. But later, something about her reaction reminded Maria of the times that Emil had started something only to watch it get out of hand. The police were investigating the matter and there was word that the University of Berlin was conducting a review of its policies regarding fraternization between students and faculty as well. Maria didn’t need to make too many leaps of logic to figure out what Zella’s involvement must have been.
Because the dormitories were undergoing their quarterly fumigation over Easter, Zella was staying at home over the Easter Holiday. Though Maria got the impression that her daughter was hiding in the house, waiting for the trouble she had caused this time to go away. That meant that Maria couldn’t avoid her and that made processing the events of the previous months more difficult than it would have been otherwise. As much as Maria hated to admit it, Zella was easier to deal with when the option of her going back to the dormitory existed.
At the moment, Zella had a pencil in her hand sketching something in a notebook while humming to herself. That was something that she had done since she was a little girl and Maria found it a small mercy that it was an aspect of her that had not changed. Zella was ignoring the television which was on the Evening News at a time when Maria was finding that she couldn’t ignore it. Videos of fighting in Korea was being played along with graphics showing the regions affected. There was also word that the Luftwaffe, Kaiserliche Marine along with the Korean Air Force had announced that they were starting an air campaign in the coming days. Weighing on Maria was not just how the Berliner Tageblatt was going to cover it but how her son Walter was sixteen. If this went on for too long and the Government reinstituted conscription, then there was a good chance that he could get caught up in that mess. There was also the social pressure that he was under. As the son of a Markgraf and Field Marshal, Walter could easily be compelled to do something stupid. Because he lacked his older sister’s pigheaded nature, Maria was worried that it could easily happen.
Mercifully, the news switched to tomorrow’s weather.
Over the Yalu River
They looked like old-fashioned telegraph poles with flames shooting out the bottom. Or at least that was the impression that one had because the damned things moved so fast. Sitting in the cockpit Ben was discovering that he had only seconds to react after the alarm went off when a search radar was detected. None had been fired today, not yet anyway. Then there was the antiaircraft artillery, or it seemed like just anyone on the bank of the river with a rifle. The Chinese Air Force were proving not to be slouches either. The American designed Curtis Goshawk fighters that they flew could just keep up with a Pfeil in level flight but not for long. The Chinese pilots preferred to fly with the minimal fuel and ammunition load to accentuate the Goshawk’s already light wing-loading. The Goshawks carried only two of the heat-seeking missiles named after a sort of rattlesnake endemic to the South-Western American deserts. Ben had only flown a few missions, but he already knew that they only needed one to ruin his day.
What that meant in practice was that the Goshawk could be outpaced under any other scenario other than the one that they were currently flying. The bridges over the Yalu River had been deemed primary targets of SKG 18 as soon as they had landed in Korea. There were only so many attack vectors on those bridges and it seemed like they were all heavily defended. And the Chinese built Goshawks would be covering the likely approaches.
“Fuck!” Ben heard Wim, whose job it was to run the electronic countermeasures as well as being the Bombardier, exclaim from the back seat as a shell burst off to their left. Unlike the Canadian version of the Pfeil, Arado had gone with a full-length canopy, so Wim had a great view of everything outside and in.
Despite the danger lurking around every corner, Ben was finding Wim to be a bit over-excited at times. He tended to react that way whenever an alarm went off. There was supposed to be a wing of FW-270 Größerer Hühnerhabicht fighters providing top cover this time. Hopefully they would keep the Chinese fighters off then long enough to hit the pontoon bridge that they had been tasked with destroying.
As Ben commenced the attack run, entering a steep dive. Tracers flew past the canopy and Ben felt the plane lurch as the bombs fell away. Turning a hard left, he was crushed into his seat, levelling out, he raced for friendly territory. He had no clue if he had hit the bridge or not.
20th April 1962
Mitte, Berlin
There were times when Maria was reminded of just how much Zella had inherited from Emil. Unfortunately, those aspects of him could be incredibly aggravating when they were displayed by their daughter. Maria would have thought that she would be used to it after twenty-one years, but Zella always seemed to find some new way to be infuriating and worrisome in equal turns.
This time a strange story had broken about how an outraged housewife near the University’s Humboldt Campus had been arrested after savagely attacking her husband, a Classics Professor, with a mallet after she had learned of his infidelity. Apparently, she had rather effectively removed her husband from gene pool. It had been regarded with a great deal of humor by the Metro Desk and they had played up that angle. Zella had been gleeful at first as word about the story spread. But later, something about her reaction reminded Maria of the times that Emil had started something only to watch it get out of hand. The police were investigating the matter and there was word that the University of Berlin was conducting a review of its policies regarding fraternization between students and faculty as well. Maria didn’t need to make too many leaps of logic to figure out what Zella’s involvement must have been.
Because the dormitories were undergoing their quarterly fumigation over Easter, Zella was staying at home over the Easter Holiday. Though Maria got the impression that her daughter was hiding in the house, waiting for the trouble she had caused this time to go away. That meant that Maria couldn’t avoid her and that made processing the events of the previous months more difficult than it would have been otherwise. As much as Maria hated to admit it, Zella was easier to deal with when the option of her going back to the dormitory existed.
At the moment, Zella had a pencil in her hand sketching something in a notebook while humming to herself. That was something that she had done since she was a little girl and Maria found it a small mercy that it was an aspect of her that had not changed. Zella was ignoring the television which was on the Evening News at a time when Maria was finding that she couldn’t ignore it. Videos of fighting in Korea was being played along with graphics showing the regions affected. There was also word that the Luftwaffe, Kaiserliche Marine along with the Korean Air Force had announced that they were starting an air campaign in the coming days. Weighing on Maria was not just how the Berliner Tageblatt was going to cover it but how her son Walter was sixteen. If this went on for too long and the Government reinstituted conscription, then there was a good chance that he could get caught up in that mess. There was also the social pressure that he was under. As the son of a Markgraf and Field Marshal, Walter could easily be compelled to do something stupid. Because he lacked his older sister’s pigheaded nature, Maria was worried that it could easily happen.
Mercifully, the news switched to tomorrow’s weather.
Over the Yalu River
They looked like old-fashioned telegraph poles with flames shooting out the bottom. Or at least that was the impression that one had because the damned things moved so fast. Sitting in the cockpit Ben was discovering that he had only seconds to react after the alarm went off when a search radar was detected. None had been fired today, not yet anyway. Then there was the antiaircraft artillery, or it seemed like just anyone on the bank of the river with a rifle. The Chinese Air Force were proving not to be slouches either. The American designed Curtis Goshawk fighters that they flew could just keep up with a Pfeil in level flight but not for long. The Chinese pilots preferred to fly with the minimal fuel and ammunition load to accentuate the Goshawk’s already light wing-loading. The Goshawks carried only two of the heat-seeking missiles named after a sort of rattlesnake endemic to the South-Western American deserts. Ben had only flown a few missions, but he already knew that they only needed one to ruin his day.
What that meant in practice was that the Goshawk could be outpaced under any other scenario other than the one that they were currently flying. The bridges over the Yalu River had been deemed primary targets of SKG 18 as soon as they had landed in Korea. There were only so many attack vectors on those bridges and it seemed like they were all heavily defended. And the Chinese built Goshawks would be covering the likely approaches.
“Fuck!” Ben heard Wim, whose job it was to run the electronic countermeasures as well as being the Bombardier, exclaim from the back seat as a shell burst off to their left. Unlike the Canadian version of the Pfeil, Arado had gone with a full-length canopy, so Wim had a great view of everything outside and in.
Despite the danger lurking around every corner, Ben was finding Wim to be a bit over-excited at times. He tended to react that way whenever an alarm went off. There was supposed to be a wing of FW-270 Größerer Hühnerhabicht fighters providing top cover this time. Hopefully they would keep the Chinese fighters off then long enough to hit the pontoon bridge that they had been tasked with destroying.
As Ben commenced the attack run, entering a steep dive. Tracers flew past the canopy and Ben felt the plane lurch as the bombs fell away. Turning a hard left, he was crushed into his seat, levelling out, he raced for friendly territory. He had no clue if he had hit the bridge or not.
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ferdi254
Banned
Schöffengerichte are courts where you have (depending again on the matter at hand) 1 to 3 judges which are paid by the state and 2 to 5 ehrenamtliche judges. The former are fully qualified masters of law (2. Staatsexamen) while the latter are laymen from the public. Any German citizen can be chosen to or volunteer for this (qualifications apply). They do not get paid for this thus ehrenamtlich. And their vote is counted just as one of the professionals.
Yes, they outnumber the qualified judges. And yes that goes even for murder.
Yes, they outnumber the qualified judges. And yes that goes even for murder.
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FBKampfer
Banned
See it all the time through family who work as a public defender and a stenographer, as well as my own experience pressing charges. Assault of family members frequently reach non-jail pleas, or massively reduced sentences.
Drugs? Anything worse than marijuana is rather difficult to avoid jail, and reduction in sentences tend to be minor.
From what I've seen, the biggest Street level things that get the book thrown at you hard;
Murder/attempt
Possession with intent to sell
And child abuse.
Now, I know you aren't talking about this.
Strap like two rocket boosters on it and you'll be fine
Curtis reused the same names for their fighters of different generations in the 20s and 30s. ITTL that has continued into the jet age, so of course not.
Is China using the OTL F-86 Sabre or the OTL F-100 Super Sabre jets, because if they are then China does have some good jets?
The United States is in a quandary as they want to limit the scope of the war but also at the same time they are getting invaluable information about how their weapons systems are performing against state of the art German weapons systems.
The United States is in a quandary as they want to limit the scope of the war but also at the same time they are getting invaluable information about how their weapons systems are performing against state of the art German weapons systems.
True that. Even worse, duty is written even larger in ITLs Germany than OTLs. There is a separate crime for doing things with people you shouldn't, its called "Mißbrauch von Schutzbefohlenen" (Abuse of entrusted persons) - which OTL covers minors or people incapbale of giving consent. ITL, depending on how the laws about apprenticeship developed (an apprentice was considered minor for purposes of this law even if adult) this may also cover students (I am not sure if this is still covered OTL).
Which means our ex-Prof has pissed off everybody. To the left, he's varying degrees of traitor burgeouis, to the right he is either a rotten academic, to the monarchists he is a walking dereliction of duty (which given Kaiser Lou, is far worse ITL) - and for the military, don't ask.
In turn, this means most backgrounds of prosecutors and judges will be sympathetic to the wife - either because they see her in need of protection, or have little against some preliminary justice. So yeah, either she walks or will be given probation. If she walks her attorney has most likely pleaded temporary insanity (on moral grounds) or Notwehrexzess (self defense excess - which means you went over the top when defending yourself, but since self-defense isn't punished the state may pardon it. Guilty, but no punishment).
We need more jet bi-planes in the world... and rotodynes...
I couldn't resist...
The prosecution can make the case to charge the maximum amount by pointing out the alleged perpetrator had the foresight to change the locks on the door, have a weapon in her hands when she opened the door, without any provocation being witnessed struck the first blow and continued the attack even through the alleged victim became incapacitated and defenseless, and repeatedly struck the alleged victim on the same part of the body to cause grievous and permanent harm to said part of the body.
The defense best bet is for a diminished capacity plea by showing that the alleged victim has done the same thing over and to various other young women and have kept promising to change his ways and has basically placed the blame on his actions on the defendant, in effect backlighting her.
The defense best bet is for a diminished capacity plea by showing that the alleged victim has done the same thing over and to various other young women and have kept promising to change his ways and has basically placed the blame on his actions on the defendant, in effect backlighting her.