It is late on a recent afternoon, and the front rows of Judge Elliot Wilk's courtroom at 60 Centre Street are lined with weary-looking attorneys. Behind them are 20 or so whispering civilians, men and women, young and old, in jeans and sneakers and carrying knapsacks. They gather in clusters, irritating the court officers by lounging along the windowsills. Though it's barely apparent, they're all wearing protest armbands—lengths of green ribbon, hastily tied on... More >>>