A prosperous farmer was convicted of murdering two people, then granted a second trial on newly discovered evidence and ultimately acquitted. I traveled to the Greenbrier County Circuit Clerk’s office in rural West Virginia to report on the case. I wanted to know: If he wasn’t actually guilty of the crimes, what was said in that wood-paneled courtroom the first time that made 12 people think he was?

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The transcripts were there, 12 neatly bound volumes. I approached the counter in the clerk’s office where a woman in a floral maxi dress was dutifully stamping forms with the seal of the state of West Virginia. I needed a copy, I said. "Sure,” she replied warmly before noting that all transcript copies must come directly from the court reporter at a price of $1 per page. The transcript I wanted was 2,400 pages.

The court reporter, Twyla, picked up on the first ring. I pled poor journalist and poor grad student but she, a veteran of the field, was unmoved. Twyla informed me that the rate was governed by law, and besides, she was entitled to that money—in fact, she needed it to be fairly compensated for her work.

Could that be? It could. The West Virginia State Code of Civil Procedure dictates that a court reporter must provide on request an original transcript for $2.85 per page, with future copies to be supplied for $1 per page. The cost is even higher in other states. In Georgia, for instance, the rate is $6 per page.

The rates are set that way to compensate court reporters for expenses they must pay themselves. Twyla explained to me that, while the state of West Virginia provides an office in the courthouse and a telephone for court reporters, it does not pay for most of the tools and equipment she needs to do her job. Laptops, note-taking machines and software, paper, and pencils are necessary items for professional transcription. All of it—which could cost as much as $13,000 a year—comes out of court reporters’ pockets, she said.

It’s a huge expense for professionals earning an average $50,000 per year, but can be worth it if a court reporter sells one or two copies of her transcripts. Twyla says she’s heard of some women (89 percent of court reporters in the United States are female) making up to $90,000 a year between their salaries and the sale of transcripts they’ve created—more than decent pay in a rural area like Greenbrier County, where the median household income is just shy of $40,000.

Using fees to subsidize court reporter pay works in theory, but in practice it makes trial transcripts too expensive for an average citizen or journalist to afford. It also can put a barrier between trial transcripts and individuals who should be entitled to them. I learned later that the defendant in the case I was researching paid more than $7,000 to obtain a copy of the transcript from his own trial so his lawyers could analyze it for grounds for appeal.

There have been plenty of challenges to the high cost of trial transcripts and plenty of stories of people trying to avoid paying them. In 2009, a New Mexico attorney bypassed a court reporter and got a copy of a trial transcript at a lower rate using the state’s Inspection of Public Records Act. The court reporter sued and was awarded more than $4,000, but the attorney emerged victorious on appeal. Judges for the Tenth Circuit wrote, “In broad terms [the court reporter’s] fee claim rests on the tacit premise that court reporters in some legal sense own the content of the transcripts they prepare. ... To accept this premise would effectively give court reporters a ‘copyright’ in a mere transcription of others’ statements.”

It is not unthinkable that a trial transcript might be considered a literary composition, one of the eight types of work protected by copyright law. Trained in the art of writing in shorthand, each court reporter composes transcripts using her own unique stenographic language. Further, a court reporter then “prepares” a transcript by transforming steno notes taken in real time into a polished, official record by adding punctuation and paragraph breaks, as well as editing for readability and flow.

The idea of court reporters as composers has failed in court, however. In Lipman v. Commonwealth of Massachusetts, which examined the rights of a court reporter to sell copies of the transcript from Ted Kennedy's 1969 trial related to the Chappaquiddick incident, the court defined a trial transcript as a verbatim recording of others’ words, a product that thus couldn’t be “original.” A 1991 Supreme Court case reached the same result, with Justice O’Connor writing, “To qualify for copyright protection, a work must … [possess] at least some minimal degree of creativity.”

Because many view court reporters as adding nothing to the documents they create, a movement to do away with the profession has grown alongside technological advances in audiovisual recording. Still, as a journalist, it’s clear to me that trained court reporters are essential to creating official records. Machines, after all, lack the judgment needed to parse through all the noise and crosstalk that show up in a courtroom. Court reporters also correct mistakes in transcripts and interpret visual cues, which they usually record with parentheticals a la “defense attorney indicates his response in the negative.”

It’s essential that states find a solution that both saves court reporters’ jobs and lowers the barriers between the public and important official documents. We need a new system of court reporter compensation—court reporters’ salaries should be raised to cover the cost of preparing the record—or courts should invest in the training, equipment, and materials that court reporters need to do their jobs. Without those changes, granting open access to trial transcripts will continue to be at odds with a court reporter's ability to earn a decent living.

For Twyla, the current law demands that she jealously guard each page of her work to ensure she makes a decent living. For those tried and convicted of crimes, this means ponying up thousands of dollars for a record of their experience in the courts. For journalists like me, it means not learning why a jury of a man’s peers found him guilty of murder—unless we can spare $2,400, which I still can’t.

Emma Eisenberg writes about Appalachia, queerness, criminal justice and feminism for Salon, Slate, The New Republic, Fusion, 100 Days in Appalachia and other outlets. She lives in West Philadelphia.