So It Goes

A repost, from my other blog:

Following my supervisor, MA's advice, I went to bed early the night before the hearing. 11:30pm, a new first. Even then, I could barely sleep and woke up several times during the night to find myself reciting lines from the closing statement. In the morning, we trudged through disgusting slush to have some last quick prep sessions with two of our experts, packed up our box of documents, and drove through the rain to Hartford for the hearing.

The hearing itself was an adrenaline-packed whirlwind. We caught so many lucky breaks, starting from the government attorney who walked through the door. (Instead of Spawn of the Devil Bitch, who we'd been expecting, it was Much More Reasonable Dude, who at times seemed unsure that he even wanted to contest this case.) The judge unexpectedly let all four of our witnesses testify without much complaint. Our client gave an incredibly compelling, genuine, and sympathetic testimony on cross-examination. "[client] = awesome," I wrote to MA on a Post-It note, to vigorous nodding. Our experts all came through for us, for the most part. Our psychologist ripped apart opposing counsel's cross-examination questions and turned each one to our benefit. Even the expert we were worried about managed to limit the damage on cross.

And then at the end of the hearing, the judge turned to the government to ask whether it had conducted a background check and to ask what its position was -- both unusual moves, as background checks are usually done prior to release, and the Respondent usually gives the closing first. Taken off guard, the government attorney gave their closing first. Then I gave our closing, the judge told the law students we had done a great job, and the case was over. An incredibly intense four hours.

Much to our surprise, everything had gone exactly as we had planned -- in fact, way better than we had planned. (The only ridiculous occurence was that ICE had decided not to bring my client to his own hearing, owing to the slush. My client was not present at his own fucking hearing. Due process violation, anyone?) I had been told repeatedly to expect to lose, and I tried to tell myself that to lower my expectations. MW (another clinical professor) had been overheard saying something along the lines of, "Those guys are pouring in hundreds of hours into that hearing and they have zero chance of winning." Our judge has one of the lowest asylum grant rates in the country and had only recently denied a similar claim to ours.

But the damage had been done. The hearing had gone better than our expectations. The judge's unorthodox behavior at the end of trial had kindled a spark of hope. He had almost seemed to be turning to the government to ask if they were going to concede. For two days I was completely jittery and could think of nothing but the hearing. I dared to hope.

Two days later, my clinic partners and I sat in MA's office sitting through forty-five agonizing minutes as the judge dictated his oral decision. (In a cruel twist of irony, ICE had finally gotten its shit together and brought my client to his hearing, but we had been unable to drive up to Hartford and were only present by phone.) For most of that time, we could not tell which way the judge was going to rule. There were facts the judge picked up on, and facts that the judge completely overlooked. We had won the judge over on specific intent. But when the judge started to get into severity, things took a long dive downhill. In another cruel jab, the judge ended his decision with a shoutout/nod to how the case had been "exceptionally well litigated" by Respondent's counsel.

But we'd lost, and our client had been all alone in the courtroom as the judge read to him his fate. We had put our best case forward and put all the pieces there for the judge to pick up. If he had wanted to rule our way, he had all the parts he needed. But MW had been right, I guess. Zero chance. Refugee roulette--a losing game. And perhaps because I'd dared to hope, I had fallen that much harder.

It's hard to describe the aftermath of the decision. I tried not to cry in front of MA, but in the end he was the one who teared. I felt shock, anger, devastation. Like the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. Like injustice was served. Like I could at once understand: (a) how those who had worked in immigration for a long time could see the actors as so polarized, so black and white, and see immigration law as completely unjust and inhuman; (b) how the nuances in the middle ground where I currently see myself would fall away with repeated interactions with the harshness of the law; and (c) how I would probably never have the emotional fortitude to survive a long career in immigration law.

Expressions of sympathy were welcomed, for the most part, I guess, though I'm not sure I quite felt anything. Assurances that we would appeal were made. But by an empty, shell-shocked law student who felt she's just had the rug pulled out from under her. Instead, I retreated to my clinic partners and sought commiseration with MA or JP (the clinical professor who had lost a similar case in front of the same judge). I went home and cried. At random times. I felt cut off and alienated from anyone who had not shared such an experience.

I'm still in that lonely aftermath. I've been trying to make sense of it, but there is no sense to be made. I've been trying to think of how we could have done things differently, but there isn't anything I would change. I've been trying to figure out what lessons there are to be learned, but I'm not sure there are any. In the meantime, my team has spent this entire weekend digging in and working on other parts of the client's case (in a different forum). I would say not all hope is lost, but that would be a mischaracterization. What I mean to say is: not all avenues of relief are closed to us, but hope has nothing to do with it anymore.

Tiramisu: FAIL

Rurouni Kenshin: Series Review

I have a pattern of being uncontrollably addicted to TV shows. It's the potato chip problem. Once you watch one, you have to keep watching. And then I rationalize it all to myself -- if I finish sooner, I will waste less time later. Well tonight, I finally finished my one week blast-through of the entire 95-episode (plus 1 movie and 2 OVA) anime series, Rurouni Kenshin. Overall, I guess I liked it, but it's hard to put an "overall" to this very uneven series. Below is my attempt at a review.

Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal

I start my review with the original video animation, Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal because it makes the most chronological sense. This OVA is set in the Bakumatsu, in the years directly preceding the Meiji Restoration.

First, the storyline was great. Kenshin's origin story is very well done. But the historical backstory was a little bit confusing, even though I had studied this very period of Japanese history in college. I thought it was very cool that the OVA attempted to include as characters real historical figures like Kido Koin, who was known as Katsura Kogoro in the anime. And overall, I thought the OVA did a fantastic job of capturing the chaos of the era.

The art was amazing. Absolutely beautiful. Because Kenshin was the Battousai during this time in his life, the OVA was wonderfully bloody. The fight scene in the snow was simply stunning. Kenshin's character design in Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal is more effeminate than the one in the TV series, but I sort of prefer it. Overall, this OVA was really fantastic and got me hooked on the show.

Season 1

Season 1 of the show (episodes 1-27) starts off a little shaky, but has a few gems throughout. I was a little impatient with the first few episodes, which introduce the series' major characters. I was immediately annoyed by Kaoru, the female lead, and remained irritated by her through the rest of the series. I also initially had trouble getting used to what I call "sissy Kenshin," the one that says "oro" and gets pushed around and is generally passive, although by the end of the show I grew to appreciate that Kenshin.

The finest of the episodes must be the ones with Jinei, the former hitokiri (manslayer), and the ones with Aoshi Shinomori. That's when I started to fall in love with the show's action sequences, even though they are extremely unrealistic. The rest of the episodes in the season were for the most part kind of blase, but overall, the first season is a strong one.

Oh, and regarding the art of the TV series, it's actually pretty good. The colors are not as dark as I tend to like (as in Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal), but are still well done. The characters' eyes are styled in traditional anime style (so, abnormally huge), but I don't mind that so much. Too many of the characters had too much hair, IMHO, but overall I was a fan of the character design, despite the brightness of the show. Again, I have a slight preference for Kenshin's OVA character design, versus his appearance in the TV show, but whenever Kenshin was in fight scenes in the TV shows, I was perfectly satisfied.

Season 2

Season 2 of the show (episodes 28-62) is phenomenal. Seriously phenomenal. Immediately, the season opens with fantastic episodes in which Hajime Saito, a former leader of the Shinsengumi and rival of the Battousai's during the revolution, is introduced. Saito is one of my favorite characters, and the episode in which he and Kenshin fight in the Kammiya dojo (and in which Kenshin reverts to his kickass battousai self) is one of my favorites of the entire series.

And then just when things couldn't get more exciting, the series embarks on its Kyoto arc, featuring the evil machinations of the awesome villain, Makoto Shishio. There are SO MANY awesome fight scenes. One of my favorites has to be between Kenshin and Sojiro the Tenken, oh, and the one between Kenshin and Aoshi Shinomori, and I guess also the final fight between Kenshin and Shishio. Oh, plus you get to see Kenshin learn the final attack of the Hiten-Mitsurugi style. SO KICKASS.

Anyway, I can't say enough good things about this action-packed, awesome season of the TV series. Definitely the heart of the show, in my opinion.

The only letdowns of this season, I would say, are that (a) another irritating female character, Misao Makimachi, is introduced; (b) most of the members of Shishio's Juppongatana (except for Sojiro, the monk, the blind guy) end up sucking and being extremely disappointing; (c) it had to end and give way to the sucky third season of the show!

Season 3

Season 3 of the show (episodes 63-95) pretty much sucked. Apparently, the anime caught up with the manga and then didn't have the manga author's ideas to go off of anymore, so they came up with their own crap. There were a few sort of okay episodes (i.e., the comedic engagement ring episode, the other comedic episode with the fake Battousai). But most of the individual stand-alone episodes SUCKED. Particularly the one with the stupid dog. Ugh.

The Shimabara story arc, whose historical roots like in the actual Shimabara Rebellion and are based on Japanese persecution of Christians, was okay, I guess. But I found the primary antagonist - the other Hiten-Mitsurugi style user - annoying. His sister was also really annoying. Plus all the land of God stuff was really annoying too. But this story arc at least was okay.

The divine medicine / Yutaro mini story arc was tolerable, I guess. I liked the return of Yutaro and the relationship he had with Yahiko. But I found both the Black Knights and the Sanada Ninja to be extremely retarded and weak characters. Lieutenant Melder was a lame main villain. Extremely lame: his power came from a weird-ass lance, armor, and a horse that he somehow brought underground. I thought it was pathetic that Kenshin was that badly injured in his fight against the stupid foreigner.

The final story arc, the Feng Shui story arc, was so awful that it was virtually unwatchable. In fact, even though I technically watched through most of them and got the gist of the storyline, towards the end I had to skip forward in order to not strangle myself from disgust. I also opened Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal on the side and watched that instead. No words can describe how bad that last story arc was, which is an unfortunate way to end an otherwise great series.

Samurai X: The Movie

The movie was done in the style of the TV show, but had some kickass Battousai sword fight scenes, so it was cool. I watched it a while ago and don't really remember, but I think mostly I thought it was fine. Although ... there was yet another annoying female character - the sister of the guy who Kenshin killed.

Samurai X: Reflections

This OVA is done in the same artistic style as Trust and Betrayal, but is overall really disorganized and disappointing. I liked that all the characters got older -- particularly Yahiko -- and that Kenshin and Kaoru finally got together and had a son, Kenji, who then went to train with Kenshin's master. But I was dissatisfied with the movie overall, although again the art was gorgeous.

Mostly, I didn't like how it ended. And I didn't like the revenge story arc. My internet research reveals that the revenge story arc in the manga is supposed to be awesome -- even more awesome than the Kyoto story arc. It makes me want to go read the manga.

Overall

Again, it's hard to give an overall rating to an uneven series, but I'd say I still come out with positive impressions of Rurouni Kenshin. But again, Season 3 sucked, and the Reflections OVA was not great either. Still, Season 2. SO GOOD. And Trust and Betrayal: seriously beautiful animation.

I think I'm looking to own Seasons 1 & 2 and Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal. Eventually. After I get the complete Avatar: The Last Airbender. Eventually. After I start making some money...

Why Do Anime Women Generally Suck?

I really like animation. I think the only reason, then, that I'm not more into Japanese anime is that the women in them generally suck. They're annoying. They're weak. They've got ridiculously irritating voices and personalities. They basically serve no useful purpose other than to be cutesy and delicate beings. Eye candy and love interests. But why would any cool, kickass male character fall in love with these intensely annoying females?

I'm not saying I need a strong female character in every single animated cup o' tea. I like plenty of animated shows and movies that lack a strong female lead or villain (notably, most of the PIXAR films to date focus on male protagonists). But where there have been strong females, I've generally been quite taken: San or the Lady Eboshi, from Princess Mononoke, for example. In fact, Miyazaki has a whole parade of strong female leads. And Avatar: The Last Airbender has a whole host of awesome (or at least kickass, if not awesome) female characters: Azula!!, Katara, Toph!!!, Mai, Ty Lee.

It's really too bad, because I'm sure I'd watch a whole lot more anime if there were appealing female heroines and villainesses. But... there aren't. Or at least I haven't found them yet.

Funny article

on marriage and sex.

Fort Hood and the Muslim Islamist Terrorist

This was an interesting and provocative article from the WSJ, arguing that the Fort Hood killer's terrorist motive is obvious to everyone by the press and the army brass. It definitely made me think, although I'm not sure where I fall on things yet.

It bothers me that the press has been framing the Fort Hood murder as an army major disturbed about the horrors of warfare and afraid to be deployed soon. In that sense, I agree that the "victimisation" of the alleged murderer has gone too far. At some point, you have to put your foot down and make an argument that this guy is just a hateful sonuvabitch.

But it also bothers me that certain press always makes a point to put in the Major's full, foreign-sounding name. (Sort of like how certain press sources will use Barack Hussein Obama's full name. Not a factual issue, of course. Such is his name. But it's a connotational issue. What are they trying to get at when they print the person's full name?) It bothers me that the fact that he allegedly shouted "Allahu akbar" before he opened fire is repeatedly emphasized. Even if that is true, it bothers me. The phrase Islamic terrorist bothers me. Throwing around the jihad word bothers me too. It strikes me as a crude show-off demonstration (i.e., "Oh look, I know a foreign word.") of an overly used word (like "hero," overuse of which has diluted its core meaning).

Maybe I've been brainwashed by the NY Times and by my own left of center leanings. Maybe it IS absolutely relevant if he is a Muslim. And maybe there's no mental illness that can explain this kind of rampage. I don't know. For me, the religion creeping in there bothers me. But so does the excuse-making. Seems to me that people who go around mass-shooting people are just serious jackesses . . . no labels needed, religious or otherwise.

Offer!

Congrats to XY for landing his first job offer! :)