8 weeks reporting inside Diddy Trial: What is this

“It’s not af *** in the game!”

A woman blowing in the middle of the courtroom and points to Sean “Diddy” CombsThe blesvirced hip-hop mogul at the center of spraying sex and racketeering case sales of eight weeks.

“Diddy, this motherf *** laughing at you!” The woman screamed before the court of marshals forced to bring him out. “Get your gun, ninja. I love you!”

At that time, I suddenly feel forced to pop outside to check him. This is my 15th day covering The test of oldAnd I’m not a stranger to chat with every recurring face showing the courtyard. I met this woman, known as “MTA Lady” – a nickname adopted by courtes and court courts – on the first day of choice of jury. In the first weeks, he appeared every day at the same uniform – Navy Cardigan, Burgundy Goe and his signal MTAP that the character that does not change outfits.

But outside, I walked the storm to something more chaos. Two influences serve as a source, staring at the line of a fistfight, because a sea of ​​media junkies quit them on phones and cameras.

“Who is f *** the clout chaser?” Screamed a woman in a black hat at Cowboy and Slouchy Sage Green Utility Pants. While man lifts his phone attached to a long stive stick, joking, “Oh, I saw it! Clock!”

He shot him, “back before you are smack.” .

Meanwhile, a “Regular” test begins to seize outside. He loves his hands in the air and proclaimed, “This is the beginning of a war!”

At this point, what is happening outside the hall has become more interesting than testifying that floods the stand.

I took the elevator behind the influence of the male full light, still hanging about the fight. And in an ironic twist, the influence of the woman he screamed at the ending seated directly before me. I can’t stop looking at the Civil Secrium Formula resting on his lap. He was united in a suit JAY-Z,, BEYONCE,, Ciara and Russell Wilson And, for reasons I still don’t understand, the National Football League.

I am always exciting with characters. We all have our own quirks – and watch the eccentricities rotate and get together in the wild of a great joy of being human.

Diddy said “Quirks” – his freaky, SELEPONG-SELEPTENESS OF BABY-OIL-OIL – especially in good documented. Reporters from many media outlets, plus a barrage assigned to self-esteem and public informants hiding the test of low Manhattan.

But what most reporters are not very interested is the adjacent daily people who attend the test. What motivates a random person to sit in the Federal Court at 2pm in a random Wednesday afternoon?

To many heritage reporters, these people are ruined (and, to be fair, many). But while settling marches, I find myself more warm in the cast of barns with hull. Different characters – and the odd motivations connected to them – began to be my favorite unresolved storyline.

The Witty Court Marshals, most retired police and veterans, changed monitoring energy such as turmoil within. Saying is not allowed while the court is in the session, but reactions are always accompanied by performance.

After the scarred psychologist Hughes on how he would coordinate the government, a prosecutor asked for a sidebar – and the overflow room exploded.

“Ooooooh!” Jabs flew. “They took him well!” “That’s a red flag!” “I’m talking about it in podcast right now.”

I write to my notes, “the characters clapping.” I feel like I live in a sitcom.

If I study abroad in London, my friend Joe has given notebooks to unseen people talking to our daily commute class. He tells them that if they fill each page, they will receive a fresh £ 20 record. Most lost in the notebook, some escibbled useless, but few returned to some interesting material.

In the same root, I give a survey of many public patrons attending the test. I don’t have a budget to give up $ 20 like Joe, to read it, read the top of the survey: “Now I witness one of the most important tests of the century.”

I asked them about the case, the court’s air, and how their own abuse experiences were molding their lens.

The first person I talked to claim that he was with Diddy college. She reminds about the big parties at home they used to throw, and how they throw invitations around the campus. Some considered Diddy relationship wears them like a sign of honor.

The tapestry of the people of showing did not stop being amazed at me, with the law students who rely on unequal lawyer ways on both sides. A mother who traveled from Las Vegas wrote his survey, “my son is a criminal justice of justice in Michigan State University and I want to experience the court in court!”

A former sex worker describes himself as a “Hollywood Elite victim” looking for closure. He wrote, “My sister killed her husband a break version of Diddy.”

A woman who works with the White House in anti-trafficking initiatives attended the four days of Cassie VenturaTestimony, 8 ½-x month pregnant star witness dated Diddy in 11 years. Calm, confident, and composed, he told me that he had support for survivors of sexual assault. And as we continue to chat, he opened about 15+ years he was trapped in a sex trafficking ring.

Artie, an 86-year-old from Pennsylvania with a walker, said he was observed more than 200 attempts since retirement. Her attitude can read on Diddy? “She doesn’t have to go out of prison cause she is a bad person.”

During the closing of the arguments, a teacher leads a line line in the middle of the middle back holes in the overflow room. I have lost counting how much parents show their children. But these are strollers who are confusing me.

A couple from LA, which both work for Disney, accompanied by their 8-month-old began crying in court at a point. The couple describes the trial as a necessary event similar to other tourist tourists offered in New York.

“I just think we’re here to get out of the rain,” the husband told me. “We’re here to see the square foot, the statue of liberty, and – of course – the Diddy Trial. It’s something we can say to our daughter when he grew up when he grew up.”

So, beyond the relief of fame, what are the forced viewers from each corner of the country to view this person’s test? Is it moral satisfaction for enduring times of suffering to testify that most outsiders do not hurt? The act of using their first amendment rights to scream their version of the fact of the public square? Or maybe something simpler: human illness has a voice.

Concern, or the evolutionary desire to be a part of something greater than yourself, is the powerful drive here. One way or another, we all attend the test fulfilling some level of purpose.

That definition of meaning is something missing – and what can be his drug-and-sex-epected dopamine medicine.

On his 45th birthday, one of his closest assistants gave him a scrapbook that helped magazine articles from ’90s. “Mia,” The psedokyeye he confirmed under, explained that the gift is intended to re-spark the importance of self-felt self-felt in Diddy’s music indicator.

In the early 2000s, Diddy has all: Grammy wins, platinum records, an empire in vaska and vodka reputation and a king like hip-hop mogul. But through his 45th birthday in 2014, the spark has gone.

“I looked at the world of what you did,” Diddy who was mad at Mia, “But now that I have done everything, life has no similar meaning.”

For all denied behaviors set by witnessing witness, those nearest Diddy are defined as his charisma and ability to unite people. And, inadvertently, his test gathers a ragtag ensemble of misfhits to testify what is finally judged in public history.