Carpenter’s son, judge gave justice to craftsman’s son – 06/15/2023 – Frederico Vasconcelos

“I’m a journalist, but what I really like is carpentry. I like to make furniture, chairs, and my ethics as a carpenter is the same as my ethics as a journalist – I don’t have both. “ [Cláudio Abramo]

I was reminded of Cláudio Abramo’s famous code of ethics when he received from retired prosecutor Airton Florentino de Barros a copy of the vote of TJ-SP judge José Luis Palma Bisson (1956-2014).

Bisson did justice to a poor boy, the son of a carpenter who was killed by a car on his way home from work. The boy had been denied the benefits of free Justice for not having proved that he was poor and for not having petitioned through a lawyer member of the agreement OAB / Attorney General of the State.

The son of a carpenter, Bisson asks: “Where is it written that the self-respecting poor should look only to the lawyers of the poor to defend him?”

In an interview with the MPD (Democratic Public Ministry Movement) bulletin, Airton de Barros, founding member and former president, stated: “My convictions have always driven me to bring legal language closer to popular language and, also, to the extent of my limitations, realize social rights”.

Before the MPD, “it was not possible for a Public Prosecutor, without reprimands from the disciplinary body, to give an interview to a newspaper”. “Soon after that, it became so natural that it was reflected to judges of all instances, who also began to give direct satisfaction to public opinion,” he said.

Airton de Barros is proud to be the son of a former circus performer and mason, Sheet revealed more than twenty years ago [leia no texto sob o título “Pesquisadoras desenham perfil dos fiscais da lei”].

joiner’s vote

Here is vote Nº 5902 of the drawn judge Palma Bisson:

How lucky for you, boy, after the misfortune of losing your father and having been victimized by a son with a hard heart – or without him –, with the rejection of the gratuity you were looking for.

Just a lucky finger, it’s true, but a rare one, which the distributor’s lottery, perverse by nature, doesn’t usually provide.

In fact, he made it up to me, the son of a carpenter like you, to reassess his fortune.

That for me greater, in fact, by my father – by God still living and working – bequeathed, look at me now.

It is a manual planer made by him in brazilwood, and which, apparently adorning my work cabinet, strictly tells me who I am, where I come from and with what extreme care, the care of a carpenter craftsman, I must treat the people around me. come to trial disguised as procedural records, so many are those who only see repeated paper.

It is a planer that reminds me, above all, of my dear days as a boy, when I worked with my father and many other carpenters like him, melting coconut glue – which no longer exists – in an old stove with sticks that were never lacking in the carpentry workshop in that I grew up; stove smelling of wood burning and bread and butter, toasted there in parallel with the girl’s toil.

Since those days, which unfortunately you boy won’t have, I’ve drawn the certainty that carpenters aren’t rich, not in money at least.

They are the carpenters in this land until today, boy know, like that Joseph, father of the boy God, who even the singular judge should know who he is.

His father, a boy, was one of those carpenters.

He was run over on his way home from work, which, in these days when anyone is motorized, is enough of a sign of poverty.

And he went to rest at a house in the Monte Castelo Housing Complex, where he lived in the castle only in name, a sign of exuberant poverty.

Equally clear as the light is the fact that you, boy, in asking for a pension of just one minimum wage, ask for nothing more than to eat.

Therefore, for those who want and manage to see between the smooth lines of your life, what you have in excess, boy, is the unsatisfied hunger of the poor.

Consequently, one of them is, and does not cease to be, know once more, not even because he has a private defender.

Being a carpenter’s son even taught me not to see this detail as a sign of the client’s wealth; before and on the contrary to descry in it a gesture of purity of the lawyer.

So many, indeed, were the poor causes that I sponsored when I was advocating, in exchange almost always for nothing, or, on one occasion, as I remember with my mouth watering, for a plate of white coconut candies, an honorary sum in wealth never surpassed by the playful and unforgettable pleasure it gave me.

Furthermore, where is it written that the self-respecting poor should look only to the lawyers of the poor to defend him?

Perhaps in the thick book of prejudices…

Anyway, boy, all this is to say that you do deserve gratuity, due to the poverty that, in your case, screams at the top of your lungs to anyone who wants and can hear it.

Your interlocutory appeal is then granted; maintained, now with an air of finality, the anticipation of the appeal protection.

It’s like a carpenter vote.