The Judge’s Verdict: A Story of Arrogance, Justice, and Redemption

For over 40 years, I’ve sat behind this bench, watching lives unfold in the stark truth of the courtroom. Good people pleading for mercy, bad ones expecting it like an entitlement. It’s in this space that life slows down enough for the truth to finally catch up. The world out there is fast, but in here, facts don’t care about followers, and excuses won’t pay the bills.

On a chilly Tuesday morning, I took a look at a case that appeared simple at first—hit and run, failure to yield, some property damage. But as I’ve learned over the years, these “routine” cases often hide the ugliest truths.

Case number 23-TR41862. The State versus Marcus Duca.

Marcus walked in with a confidence that screamed money. At 24, his designer outfit said it all—Balenciaga hoodie, Gucci sneakers, a diamond-studded Rolex on his wrist, and a thick gold chain bouncing with each step. He didn’t look nervous. He didn’t even seem to care. He sat with a smirk, as if this was all beneath him.

Then came the victim. Maria Santiago, a 36-year-old nurse, a single mother working two jobs to support her kids. You could tell life had worn her down—her worn shoes and the way she gripped her paperwork as if it was all that kept her steady. But her eyes—they were calm, steady, filled with a strength that didn’t need to be shown off.

Maria’s story was simple. She’d just finished a 13-hour shift at the hospital. She was driving home, exhausted, when a luxury Lamborghini slammed into her car. But Marcus didn’t stop. No, he backed up, swerved around her, and sped off into the night.

Maria’s car was left with a hanging bumper, and she had whiplash. She called the cops. They arrived quickly, but Marcus was already gone. She couldn’t afford the repairs or the therapy. Her life, already hard, got even harder.

I asked Marcus if he was the one driving the Lamborghini that night. His response? A smirk and a shrug. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” he said like he was bored. His lawyer chimed in, claiming it wasn’t his client’s fault; these high-end cars can be hard to control.

The evidence started rolling in. A nearby business had a traffic camera that caught the whole thing. The Lamborghini clearly hit her car, backed up, and sped off. Marcus laughed it off. “That could be any Lambo,” he said.

But then came the bombshell—witness testimony. Alan Pierce, a delivery driver, saw the whole thing. He even followed the Lamborghini to get the plate number: LMB 804. He didn’t miss a beat when asked to identify the driver. “Young guy, dark hair, sunglasses at night, holding a phone.”

Marcus didn’t flinch. “Sunglasses at night? Come on,” he mocked. But Pierce was calm. “I know what I saw.”

We had the video, the plate number, and the witness. But Marcus, still acting like he could buy his way out of this, dismissed it all. “You people always do this to guys with money,” he sneered.

But the real truth came when Maria’s story was backed by phone records, social media posts, and video evidence. Marcus had uploaded a video just minutes after the collision. In the video, he’s laughing with his friends. The caption reads: “Poor people problems.”

The courtroom fell silent. The smugness in Marcus’s face vanished. The room could feel the weight of what was happening.

Then, the final blow. We found out Marcus was under federal investigation for VIN tampering, vehicle export fraud, and conspiracy with stolen luxury cars. His Lamborghini was a part of that investigation.

But the worst was yet to come. Marcus had tried to intimidate Maria into not showing up to court. He had called her, threatening her family. “If you show up, you’ll regret it.”

The room turned cold. This wasn’t just about a hit and run anymore. This was intimidation. And when Maria confirmed the call, the tension in the room hit a breaking point.

Marcus’s arrogance kept building, but his mother, Evelyn Duca, stood up. “My husband would be ashamed of you,” she said, her voice steady. “Money doesn’t matter if you don’t have character.” She apologized to Maria.

Marcus stood there, unable to speak. He couldn’t escape the truth anymore.

After a long pause, I delivered the verdict. Marcus Duca was found guilty of hit and run, reckless driving, and intimidation. He was ordered to pay full restitution to Maria and fined $1,500. But the real lesson came with the community service—300 hours working at Rhode Island Hospital in patient transport and sanitation, no fancy clothes, no jewelry. Just plain clothes and hard work.

As they led Marcus away, he was no longer the confident, smug young man who walked in. He looked defeated, his arrogance gone. His mother cried, but it wasn’t for his punishment. It was for what he had become.

Maria stood tall as she left the courtroom. Her eyes were red, but there was no shame in her. She had fought for what was right, and in the end, she had won.

The law may be blind, but it isn’t deaf. It listens to facts, to harm, and to those who take responsibility. And it’s a reminder to all of us—money can buy a lot of things, but it can never buy character.