I was in traffic court years ago for a "California stop" at a right turn, caught on a redlight camera.
Sitting next to me was an older Vietnamese guy, fair to poor English. The kind of guy who dresses in his best suit and hat and brought his wife with him in HER best duds, just because he has that much respect, even though it's only traffic court. As he's shuffling through his papers, I see that he brought maybe six to eight letters what look like character reference letters from his church, employer, etc. Obviously he takes this very seriously. I wonder what his excuse is going to be.
The process is the same for every case. The prosecution plays a video of what the camera captured. The judge has a case file with pictures of the driver, the vehicle, and the license plate. Each and every person up to this point claims that there must be some kind of mistake (didn't run the light, you got the wrong guy, etc.) I try to mask a laugh by coughing as one guy watches his video and says, "No way that's me, man. I dint run the light by that much."
Now it is the old Viet guy's turn. He squeezes his wife's hand, rises, and makes his way up to the defendant's table.
I watch the video of his car blowing through a red light. The POV is from the rear of the car. This does not look like a car this man would drive. This man does not look like someone who would speed up to blow through a red light. This man, in fact, does not look like someone who has ever reached the speed limit while driving his car.
The prosecution drones out a set of facts and it's his turn to speak. In a soft but clear voice he pleads guilty.
The judge peers over his glasses at this guy, looks back at the paperwork in front of him, looks back at the guy. There is a pregnant pause. In a kindly voice, not present from this judge at any point earlier in the day, he tells the old fart that he can clearly see from the camera pictures that the driver is a man in his twenties who doesn't look a damn thing like this guy. So if he will just tell the Court who the REAL driver is, the judge will dismiss the case and ticket the actual driver.
The old guy seems to be struggling with both his understanding of the process and the English language. He starts to say something, stops, looks back at his wife. She nods, and he faces the judge again, and says in a surprisingly clear voice that no, it is my responsibility, please tell me what the fine is and I will pay it.
About this time I'm thinking that this old Viet guy is taking the fall for a relative, probably his son. A son that doesn't appreciate the Old Paths and has been an ongoing burden to his family.
Apparently the judge thought so too, because he dismissed the case.