Baltimore County Judge G. Darrell Russell Jr., presided over a second-degree assault case, as well as the civil marriage of the man and woman involved in the first case.
He was suspended, but defended his actions thus:
They’re going to get married, no matter what I do.
He said marrying the couple would “legitimize” their seven-year relationship.
Uh…Judge? No. It doesn’t.
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this is the stupidest most ignorant thing ever. This is the reason we have to make it so the cops charge men with domestic abuse. And he sped through the process to get the license. Do you think the woman may have been coerced? Livid
That the guy was admitted to the bar in 1969 and he would think a marriage would somehow solve violence in a relationship makes me wonder who ties his ties for him every morning. I say that with love.
“Oh, if we have a baby our marriage will right itself.” “Oh, if I just try a little harder, everything will be okay.” “Oh, if she’s his Legal Wife he’ll respect her more.”
Okay, maybe not.
Isn’t that amazing that a judge would think that’s a logical statement?
They’ll be back in court soon. God help the children.
Both of them. Jaysus.
Judges aren’t necessarily wise:
Oh, awesome. I wonder if this Malvina is the Malvina on Facebook? I’m tempted to *shudder friend her, based strictly on this song.
No, this is the late Malvina Reynolds who wrote a BUNCH of amazing songs, including “Little Boxes,” used as the theme for “Weeds.”
She’s fabulous.
Oh I love that song. I was sad when they stopped using it on Weeds.
I heard this story a few days ago and I almost lost it.
Thank God that the Judges in Family court that we have been dealing with are caring and fair.
But as our lawyer often says, “When you go before a Judge, it’s anything goes, you just never know how they will rule.”
In the case of this trouser stain, The “honorable” Judge Russell Jr., no one could have predicted that outcome!
My sister is in family court all the time as a social worker. She has seen things that make her blood boil. A judge making an illiterate mom read aloud to the court in order to humiliate her, another who openly advocated paying the poor to be sterilized.
Good God.
She was kind of the “Grandma Moses” of songwriters. Okay, a little research here: “Born to Jewish socialists [in 1900]; immigrants fleeing the European powderkeg and pogroms – the intellectual ferment of the household equips her with dual passions for culture and social justice….[went to] the University of California. Across the next two decades, she finds new comrades at the Berkeley campus, earning her Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees and a Ph.D. in romance philology… Unable to find employment as a teacher…, she becomes a social worker, and a columnist for “People’s World.” ….Taking over her parents’ tailor shop at the end of [WWII], she mets the Los Angeles songwriting group around Earl Robinson ["Brother Can You Spare A Dime"], and begins to pen her ownlyrics and tunes…”
But of course. She sounds perfect.
I can’t find her doing “We Hate to See Them Go,” but it’s a wry, timeless song about wanting to see “The Gentlemen of Distinction” being drafted and having to serve rather than poorer younger people who might not have many choices.
Perhaps that will play on a local radio station, near me. The older I get the more I realize how much music I’ve been missing, tuned as I always am to the Lynyrd Skynyrd channel.
Why, I think I’ve heard it, and fairly recently too.