The trial of the January 2015 attacks resumed on Wednesday, December 2, before the Special Assize Court of Paris, after a month’s break due to the state of health of Ali Riza Polat, unable to attend due to Covid-19 and incessant vomiting. Monday, November 23, the president of the court had tried to restart the debates despite the absence of the main defendant, by relying on an order authorizing the use of videoconferencing, but he had had to give up in the face of the sling of lawyers.
Wednesday morning, Ali Riza Polat is indeed in the box of the accused. He is no longer there on Wednesday evening: in the meantime, he was expelled from the room after his umpteenth stroke of the day, which began with the reading of the medical expertise concerning him. We learn that Mr. Polat refuses to take the basic anti-emetic agent – Primperan – offered by the doctor because he does not want “Not to serve as a guinea pig”, but that he is ” apt “ to return to court.
Before business resumed, Antoine Van Rie, one of the lawyers of the person concerned, contested, believing that the expert did not take into account the “Genetic problems” of his client, and requests a new examination. “Take me to the hospital, that’s all I ask of you!” “exclaims Ali Riza Polat, who clears his throat loudly and ostensibly spits into a container at his feet.
” Simulation ! “, denounces Méhana Mouhou, civil party lawyer, who accuses Ali Riza Polat of playing the “Imaginary patients”. The General Counsel: “If he refuses his treatment, it is his choice, but it is up to us to draw the consequences. The accused should not be left with the choice of whether or not to hold proceedings. ” “We can resume the course of the trial where we left off”, decides the president.
“Michel Catalano is a hero! “, launches the lawyer Amélie Tripet at the beginning of her pleading in the interest of the boss of the printing plant of Dammartin-en-Goële (Seine-et-Marne) where the Kouachi brothers, the two terrorists of Charlie hebdo, are dead. New guttural noises escape from the box, Ali Riza Polat sputters, interrupts the plea, and addresses the president: “Let me out!” I’m throwing up here. I am going out. “ He wakes up. “I don’t give a fuck about listening to your salads!” Come on, keep fishing. “ He leaves the box, followed by a policeman.
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