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February 2, 2003 peremptory challenge It was time to use another peremptory challenge. "Judge, I'd like to strike Mr. Williams." Opposing counsel bristled.  "Counsel's challenge is based solely on race.  It's impermissible and I object." "What about it, counselor?  Mr. Williams is an African-American.  Do you have a race-neutral reason for challenging him?"  Judge Craven practically yawned the question.  It was close to quitting time. I looked over at the prospective juror.  "Your Honor, as you can clearly see, Mr. Williams is wearing sunglasses.  You will also notice there is no sun in this courtroom.  Were he albino, I would challenge him." The judge stifled his yawn and glared at me. "Where do you get this shit?"  Judge Craven hissed the word 'shit' through clenched teeth.  "Do you think this is funny?" Now I stared at the ceiling tile and said nothing.  Tick-tick-tick went the courtroom clock.  I counted thirty ticks before I lowered my eyes and smiled at the judge. "No, sir," I replied.  "I do not find this funny.  Not at all."

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