“It’s not an AF *** ING game!”

A woman bursts in the middle of the courtroom and points to Sean “Diddy” CombsThe Anmiral hip-hop magnate at the center of the extent of sexual traffic and racketeering lasted eight weeks.

“Diddy, these mothers *** ers make fun of you!” The woman shouted in front of the marshals of the courtyard escorted her outside. “Pull your weapon, Ninja. I challenge you! “

At that time, I suddenly felt forced to jump out to check it. It was my 15th day covering The Diddy trialAnd I was no stranger to discuss each recurring face that appeared at the courthouse. I had met this woman, known as “MTA Lady” – a nickname adopted by journalists and marshals of the courtyard – the first day of selection of the jury. In the first few weeks, she presented herself in the same uniform every day – a navy cardigan, Bordeaux tie and her MTA signature cap – like a cartoon character who never changes outfits.

But on the outside, I entered the storm of something more chaotic. Two influencers were verbally outgoing, vacillating on the line of a fight, while a sea of ​​drug addicts invaded them from phones and cameras.

“Who is the F *** is the influence hunter? Cried a woman in a black cowboy hat and Green Sage Souchy utility pants. While the man lifted his phone attached to an elongated selfie stick, she sneered: “Oh, I see! Clock this! Let’s go viral!”

He retaliated: “Back back before getting hit.” (It should be noted that this same influencer was spotted later blending into baby oil after reading the verdict.)

Meanwhile, a “regular” Diddy trial began to go back and forth. He agitated his hands in the air and proclaimed: “It’s the beginning of a war!”

At the moment, what was going on outside the courthouse has become more interesting than the testimony that takes place on the stand.

I brought the elevator with the male influencer to the eyes of insects, who always buzzes on the fight. And in an ironic turn, the influencer he was crying ended up sitting directly in front of me. I couldn’t help but look at the form of civil complaint resting on his lap. She evoked a costume against Jay-Z,, Beyoncé,, Ciara And Russell Wilson And, for reasons that I still do not fully understand, the National Football League.

I have always been fascinated by the characters. We all have our own quirks – and watching these eccentricities blend and coexist in nature is one of the great joys of human beings.

Diddy’s alleged “quirks” – his bizarre and dependent baby hobs – are now more than well documented. Tens of media journalists, as well as a dam of self-attributed content creators and public informants, were on the ground covering the trial in Lower Manhattan.

But what most journalists were not too interested are the surrounding daily people who attended the trial. What motivated a random person to sit before a federal court at 2 p.m. on a random Wednesday afternoon?

For many inherited journalists, these people were nuisance (and, to be fair, many have been). But while the trial was walking, I found myself more intrigued by the distribution of Barnacles clinging to his hull. The wide variety of characters – and the bizarre motivations that connected them – began to become my favorite moving scenario.

The swine marshals full of mind, mainly cops and retired veterans, quickly increased surveillance while chaos moved away. No conversation is authorized while the court is in session, but the reactions have always accompanied the show.

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After the defense toasted Dawn Hughes on the way she coordinated the government, a prosecutor asked for a sidebar – and the overflow room broke out.

“Ooooooh!” Jabs stolen. “They have it!” “It’s a red flag!” “I’m talking about this about the podcast today.”

I scribbled my notes: “The characters applaud.” I felt like I had a sitcom.

When I studied abroad in London, my friend Joe distributed empty notebooks to people without housing with whom he interacted during our daily trip in class. He would tell them that if they filled each page, they would receive a net £ 20 note. Most lost the notebook, others scribbled nonsense, but some have returned fascinating equipment.

In the same vein, I gave an investigation to dozens of public customers who attended the trial. I did not have the budget to distribute $ 20 like Joe, so to encourage them, the top of the survey will be read: “You are currently attending one of the most important tests of the century. Help me paint the image.”

I asked them about the case, the atmosphere in the courtroom and how their own experiences with abuse shaped their goal.

The first person I spoke to said that he was the roommate of the University of Diddy. He remembers the big festivals of the house they used to organize and how they would distribute invitations on the campus. Others with alleged ties with Diddy wore them as an honorary badge.

The tapestry of exposed humanity has never ceased to be surprised, the students of the law absorbing the unconventional strategies of lawyers on both sides. A mother who has traveled from Las Vegas wrote in her investigation: “My son is a major criminal justice in Michigan State University and I wanted him to know the trial in the courtroom!”

A former sex worker who described himself as a “victim of Hollywood elites” came in search of closure. He wrote: “My sister was murdered by her husband who is a broken version of Diddy.”

A woman who worked with the White House on anti-tray initiatives attended the four days Cassie VenturaTestimony, the 8 -month -old 8 -month pregnant testimony which was released with Diddy for 11 years. Calm, confident and composed, she told me that she was there to support the survivors of sexual assault. And while we continue to discuss, she opened the 15th and more than she was trapped in a sex trafficking ring.

Artie, an 86 -year -old man from Pennsylvania with a walker, said that he had observed more than 200 trials since his retirement. His character read on Diddy? “He should never get out of prison because he is such a mean.”

During the closing arguments, a teacher directed a single line of colleges in the rear benches of the overflow room. I lost the account of how many parents showed up with their children. But it was the strollers that have perplexed me the most.

A couple of the, who both worked for Disney, were joined by their 8 -month -old baby who started to cry in the courtroom at some point. The couple described the trial as an essential event similar to the other tourist attractions that New York has to offer.

“I guess we are right there to get out of the rain,” the husband told me. “We are here to see Times Square, the statue of freedom and – of course – the Diddy trial. This is something we can tell our daughter when she has become. ”

So, beyond the attraction of fame, what exactly obliged spectators from every corner of the country to look at this trial taking place in person? Was it a moral gratuity for lasting hours of heartbreaking testimony that most foreigners could not malete? The act of exercising its first amendment rights to shout their version of the truth on the public square? Or maybe something simpler: painful humans needs to have a voice.

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Interdependence, or the evolutionary desire to be part of something greater than you, is the driving force here. In one way or another, we all attended the trial reached a certain level of goal.

This sense is something Diddy has lost – and what could have fueled his dopamine craze induced by drugs and sex.

At her 45th anniversary, one of her closest assistants offered her an album that cataloged magazine articles from the 90s. “MIA”, the pseudonym that she testified under, explained that the gift was intended to redistly the feeling of Wonder Diddy, while he quickly climbed the scale of the music industry.

In the early 2000s, Diddy had everything: Grammy Wins, Platinum Records, a fashion empire, his own vodka agreement and a King-like reputation as a hip-hop magnate. But at its 45th anniversary in 2014, this spark had disappeared.

“I used to look at the world as you did,” said Diddy in Mia, “but now that I did everything, life does not have the same meaning.”

For all the repugnant behaviors exposed on the stand of witnesses, those who are closest to Diddy described being attracted by his charisma and his ability to unite people. And, inadvertently, his trial brought together a set of ragasing of misfits to testify to what will ultimately be judged by history as its extraordinary fall in public pardon.