Rochelle Krick, the bankruptcy trustee, was alone at counsel's table, seated erect, facing the judge's bench, her color-coded accordion files on the table before her. Hirsch was in the front row, his trial bag on the floor at his feet as he leafed through his notes for today's debtors.The gallery behind them hummed with voices. Scattered around the courtroom were lawyers and debtors—the two easy to distinguish. The lawyers were mostly male and mostly white, while the debtors were a motley assortment—black and white, male and female, city and suburb, young and old, waitresses and auto mechanics, riverboat casino pit bosses and department store floor managers, computer technicians and used car salesmen. Many wore the uniforms of their trades, some with their names stitched above the breast pockets.Among the lawyers, there were two breeds, debtor lawyers and creditor lawyers, and the keen observer could tell them apart. Most of the debtor lawyers were in sports jackets and slacks, and most were clutching jumbled batches of files.
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