A Jersey lass nabbed fer lookin’ like a scallywag can't sue, says the court—'tis the law o' immunity! Arrr!
2024-09-02
Avast ye! A lass from New Jersey found herself clapped in irons over a case of mistaken identity, yet the court be sayin’ she can’t take the U.S. marshals to task, ‘cause they be hidin’ behind some fancy “qualified immunity” shield. Arrr, what a jolly mess!
Judith, bless her heart, spent two long weeks in the slammer while the marshals, bless their hearts too, clung to a warrant like it were a treasure map. They be protected by the mystical powers of “qualified immunity,” which be a fancy way o' sayin’, “Nay, we ain't takin' responsibility fer our blunders!” Aye, the court declared their actions “reasonable,” like mistakin' a barrel of rum fer a chest o' gold!
Judith hollered her innocence louder than a parrot, beggin' 'em to check her prints, but alas! They did so a whole ten days later, after tossin' her about like a piece o' driftwood. Despite her ordeal, the judge refused to hear her claims o’ mistreatment based on her skin and station. In the end, the marshals sailed away scot-free while Judith's ship remained anchored by the cruel chains o' fate! Har har har!