In the latest release from The Professor’s Record, Attorney and former Professor David Clements shares about the crucible of lawfare.
David Clements was a professor at New Mexico State University. He lost his position during the COVID crisis and used this time to address the unconstitutional actions of the government during this crisis and the stolen election of 2020.
Clements has started a series of episodes addressing subjects he knows much about. This week’s episode addresses the lawfare in this country in particular related to pro se litigants.
THE COURTS ARE A CRUEL MACHINE, a labyrinth of rules where truth stumbles. For the pro se litigant, alone without a lawyer’s shield, it’s a rigged battlefield. They fumble the law’s language, miss deadlines, botch filings. Judges, weary of errors, frown. Opposing counsel, sharp and funded, prey on every slip. The system demands precision they can’t give. Fees stack high; emotion clouds reason; resources run dry.
The law isn’t a sanctuary for truth but a crucible for manipulation, intimidation, domination. Victory belongs not to the just but to those who crush their foe. A pastor once taught me: witchcraft isn’t always potions or cauldrons. It’s any spirit seeking control, not truth. In churches or courtrooms, that spirit thrives.
Legalism haunts the courts, cold and unholy. Attorneys wield its weapon: accusation. Like Satan accusing Job in heaven’s court, they accuse in earth’s, twisting truth into lies. Their god? The rules of procedure. “To hell with a father’s plea for his kids,” they sneer. “Did he cite the right statute?” Another moves to bury a small business that failed to observe the fine print. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. Pro se, I fought their spells, scarred but standing.
Yes, I’m here to tell you legal witchcraft is as present in a courtroom as any coven meeting; robes still adorn the judges. Ballpoint pens act as magic wands. Legal briefs, with their precise words, replace spells. Oral argument takes the place of incantation. Unopposed, the haggard clerk, wart extending from her nose, etches a false record, wiping out the truth—at least the truth as God sees it.
I’m a lawyer. I know the law’s edges. But I’ve also stood pro se, no firm behind me, no secretary to check my work. Just me against their machine. Fear grips, but faith holds tighter. That’s the story today.
You can see more here at David’s Substack and in the video below:
Here is David’s message:
