Valdenes holds the papers—a newly arrived case file. It involves a land dispute between two families from the rural area of Lagoa da Italianinha. It’s complicated.
"Judge, Dona Cícera’s family has brought more documents," he says.
Suely listens. She looks him in the eye. She isn't the kind of distant judge who bangs a gavel. She is the Suely who founded a local mediation project: before issuing a ruling, she tries to get people talking.
"Valdenes, schedule a meeting with both families here in the office. No robes, no fear. I want them to look each other in the eye—barefoot, if need be. Justice doesn't require high heels."
Why outside the courthouse?
Because Suely believes that people are afraid inside the courthouse. And when people are afraid, no one tells the truth.
In her office, people walk in—and if they wish, they take off their shoes at the door, have a cup of coffee, and tell their true stories.
Valdenes acts as the bridge. He is poor, a local, and known by everyone. He translates "legalese" into the language of the marketplace.
"She’s a judge, but she’s one of us," he tells the neighbors.