“This is not a game!”
A woman broke out in the middle of the court and pointed out that Sean Diddy comb, the hip-hop mogul of the sprawling sex trafficking and blackmailing board case center, lasted for eight weeks.
“Didi, these mothers are laughing at you!” The woman yelled in court and forced her to escort her outside. “Take the gun, ninja. I dare you!”
At that moment, I suddenly felt forced to check her outside. This is my 15th day covering Diddy trial, and I am no stranger to every recurring face that chats appear in the court. I met this woman, known as “Ms. MTA”, a nickname that journalists and court marshals adopted on the first day of jury selection. In the early days, she showed up in the same uniform (naval cardigan, burgundy tie and her iconic MTA hat) every day, like a cartoon character who never changed her clothes.
But outside, I walked into a more chaotic storm. Two influential people verbally quarreled, shaking as media fans flocked to them with phones and cameras.
“Who is the chaser?” yelled a woman wearing a black cowboy hat and lazy sage green public pants. When the man raised his phone and stuck it to the stretched selfie stick, she sneered, “Oh, I get it!
He shot backwards, “retreating before you get hit.” (It is worth noting that after reading the verdict, the same influencer was later found in baby oil Dus.)
Meanwhile, Diddy’s “regular” trial began to go back and forth. He waved his hands in the air and declared, “This is the beginning of the war!”
At present, what is happening outside the court is more interesting than testimony in the stands.
I rode back in the elevator with the male influencer with the insect eyes, still buzzing in the battle. Ironically, the female influencer who finally sat in front of me screaming. I couldn’t help staring at the form of civil complaints on her legs. She is appealing to Jay-Z,,,,, Beyoncé,,,,, Ciala and Russell Wilson And, since I still don’t fully understand the NFL.
Sean “Didi” comb
Pallas Griffin/Getty ImagesI’ve always been fascinated by the characters. We all have our own quirks – watching these eccentricities merge together and live together in the wild is one of the greatest pleasures of humanity.
Diddy’s so-called “quirks” (his weird, reliant pastime on baby oil) has now been well documented. Journalists from dozens of media, as well as a large group of self-distributed content creators and public informants, cover the trial in Lower Manhattan.
However, most journalists are not interested in the people around them attending the trial. What prompted a random person to sit in federal court on Wednesday at 2 p.m.
These people are annoying to many traditional journalists (to be fair, many). But as the trial progressed, I found myself more interested in the barnacle clutching the hull tightly. The various characters and the strange motivations to connect with them are starting to become my favorite storyline.
The witty court marshal, mainly retired police and veterans, surveillance was swift as the chaos faded inside. The court is not allowed to speak during meetings, but it is always accompanied by the reaction of the performance.
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“Oh!” poke the flight. “They made her good!” “That was a red flag!” “I’m talking about this on the podcast today.”
I wrote in my notes: “The characters are applauding.” I feel like I live in a sitcom.
When I was studying abroad in London, my friend Joe distributed empty notes to the unpopular people we interacted with during our classes every day. He would tell them that if they fill out each page, they would receive a £20 bill. Most people lost their notebooks, others spoke without saying anything, but some returned with some fascinating material.
Similarly, I investigated dozens of public customers who attended the trial. I don’t have a budget like Joe that allocates $20, so to motivate them, the top of the survey reads: “You are currently witnessing one of the most important experiments of the century. Please help me draw this photo.”
I asked them about the case, the atmosphere in the court and how their experience of abuse shapes their footage.
The first person I spoke to claimed he was Diddy’s college roommate. He recalls the big house party they used to host and how they radiated invitations around campus. Others who allegedly had connections with Didi wore them like badges of honor.
Sean “Didi” comb
Pallas Griffin/Getty ImagesThe human tapestries on display never surprised me, and the students of law absorbed the unconventional strategies of lawyers on both sides. “My son is a criminal justice major at Michigan State University and I want him to go through a trial in court,” a mother who traveled from Las Vegas wrote in her investigation.
A former sex worker described himself as a “victim of Hollywood elites” in search of closure. He wrote: “My sister was murdered by her husband, who was a broken version of Diddy.”
A woman who worked with the White House on anti-trafficking programs participated in all four days Cassie VenturaThe testimony was a 8½-month-old pregnancy star witness who dated Didi for 11 years. She calmed, confident and composed, telling me she was there to support survivors of sexual assault. As we continued chatting, she opened up for about 15 years and was trapped in a sex trafficking ring.
Artie, an 86-year-old from Pennsylvania, said he has observed more than 200 trials since his retirement. His character is reading on Diddy? “He should never leave prison because he is a bad guy.”
During the end of the argument, a teacher led a group of primary and secondary school students into the back seat of the overflow room. I lost the numbers of how many parents and children appeared. But it was the stroller that confused me the most.
A couple from Los Angeles, both working at Disney, had their 8-month-old baby cried in court at one point. The couple described the trial as a must-see event similar to other tourist attractions New York offers.
“I think we’re just here to get rid of the rain,” the husband told me. “We’re here to see Times Square, Statue of Liberty, and of course Didi’s judgment. This is something we were able to tell her when we grew up.”
So, besides becoming famous, what forces audiences from all corners of the country to watch what to judge? Is this moral satisfaction for hours of painful testimony that most outsiders can’t stand? Exercising their First Amendment rights shouts a version of truth into a public square? Or maybe something simpler: Human soreness requires sound.
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The evolutionary desire to connect with each other, or to be part of something bigger than yourself, is the driving force here. In some way, all of us who attended the trial achieved a certain degree of purpose.
This meaning is lost by Didi, which may have fueled his drug and gender-induced dopamine craze.
On his 45th birthday, one of his closest assistants gave him a scrapbook that categorized magazine articles from the 90s. The pseudonym “Mia”, who testified below, explained that the gift meant to resell the feeling of miracles, as he quickly climbed the ladder of the music industry.
By the early 2000s, Diddy had it all: Grammy winners, platinum records, fashion empires, his own vodka deal and a kingly reputation as a hip-hop tycoon. But by his 45th birthday in 2014, the sparks disappeared.
Didi sighed to Mia, “I used to look at the world the way you do, but now I have done everything, and life doesn’t mean the same.”
Although all the exclusion is exposed on the witness stand, the closest thing to Didi describes is what attracted to his charm and ability to unite people. Moreover, his unintentional judgment brings together an unconventional ensemble to witness, as he stands out from public grace and will eventually be judged as history.
