] The entire event was high drama, but not in that
] made-for-TV style. It was far more painful than that. For
] starters, everyone mumbled, stumbled, etc. It wasn't
] scripted. People didn't know how to project their voices
] and the inane repetitive questions were clearly for a
] forgetting mind, not to drive the witnesses bonkers.
] While the federal lawyer signaled to the witness using
] baseball codes (1-2-3 on his chest), few other body
] motions were scripted and the sides played out their
] cultural training. As an ethnographer, it was brutally
] painful to watch the body performance of each side show
] their values more deeply than anything that came out of
] their mouths.

] The attorneys were caricatures of themselves. The federal
] attorneys had a hard-edged, no-smile Yale/Harvard
] rigidity that was stunningly performed. Kafka would have
] been proud. Milgram at its best. Barlow's attorney was
] most distinctly an ACLU type with long hair, funky
] glasses, curved shoulders and a revolutionary demeanor
] that signaled that he believed in the cause. The Cause.
] It was about The Cause. And The Cause was to be fought
] out in jargon in front of the press by two sides with
] opposing views. Was God on both their sides? But
] believing in The Cause was not enough... it was clearly a
] battle of performances.

Another side of the courtroom events..

apophenia: judicial theatre