The courthouse foyer was cool and cavernous, walled on one side by windows which faced a small lawn. In the centre of the lawn was a statue—an abstract construction of red sheet metal, balanced on a pivot. It wobbled two and fro as a group of children and adults played with it, testing its integrity, climbing on top and around it. Someone’s stronger arm let go suddenly and the statue’s central pillar swung back unexpectedly, catching little fingers between metal and metal. There was no blood but some deep, painful bruising. The child’s cries, however, did not penetrate past the…