In the six noisy weeks since eleven top U.S. Communists had sat down in Manhattan's Federal Court, accused of conspiring to overthrow the Government by force, the wheels of justice had squeaked and groaned, but had not turned an inch. As a prelude to the trial, the five defense attorneys had challenged the federal jury system in New York. Then they had used up week after tedious week in shouted argument, breast-beating protest, endless examination of witnesses and a concerted caterwauling at the bench.
Though his patience was often tried to the breaking point, debonair, dignified District Judge Harold Medina...
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