WTF Legal Terms That Don’t Mean What They Sound Like

Growing up, my father had a simple plan for me: become a lawyer or else. And when I say “or else,” I mean the full Asian parent dramatics — “be a lawyer, or I’ll kill myself, or kill you, or both.” Lovely childhood pep talks, right? So, when I went off to college, I actually did start in criminology, fully ready to live out his fantasy. I thought maybe I could fight for justice, right the wrongs, make a difference. Image: A towering Lady Justice statue, blindfolded, holds scales and sword. Numerous kneeling men reach up to her, set in a stone courtyard at twilight. [ ] Then, in my first year, I asked my professor about the O.J. Simpson case: “How come the guy got to go free just because of a technicality? Where’s the justice in that?” My professor laughed in my face and dropped the truth bomb: “Whoever told you law had anything to do with justice?” That was it. My law career died right there in class. Image: A sinister courtroom scene with a red-skinned, horned devil as ...