Monthly Archives: August 2009

A Dangerous Blogger (Update)

Elisha Strom sits in jail because she can’t make the $750 bail.  Why bail was needed to assure her return to court is unclear, given that it’s unlikely that will abscond, leaving her 12 year old daughter behind in Virginia.  Her crime?  Blogging in the first degree.  From  WSLS 10 News :


Elisha Strom, 34, of Thaxton, is charged with one count of harassment of a police officer.

A search warrant on file in Bedford County circuit court claims on July 3rd, Strom posted the home address of a Charlottesville police sergeant.

It also shows she posted a picture of the officer getting into his unmarked patrol car in front of his home.


The officer works for the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Task Force, or JADE.


Court records indicate the officer confiscated her computers, notebooks, and cameras.


Great in-depth reporting.  Apparently, the rulebook for WSLS 10 limits each paragraph to a sentence, and requires that they never actually highlight the single most significant fact: Strom did this on her blog. 


A police spokesman said, “We ain’t got no stinkin’ first amendment crap around here.  And if you write something on that pad of yours I don’t like, I’ll toss your sorry butt in jail too.”

No, he didn’t really say that.  I just made that up.

But this arrest, and the fact that Strom sits in a jail cell, caught the attention of the Washington Post, which provides a somewhat better description of events.


Elisha Strom, who appears unable to make the $750 bail, was arrested outside Charlottesville on July 16 when police raided her house, confiscating notebooks, computers and camera equipment. Although the Charlottesville police chief, Timothy J. Longo Sr., had previously written to Ms. Strom warning her that her blog posts were interfering with the work of a local drug enforcement task force, she was not charged with obstruction of justice or any similar offense. Rather, she was indicted on a single count of identifying a police officer with intent to harass, a felony under state law.

It’s fair to say that Ms. Strom was unusually focused on the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement task force, a 14-year-old unit drawn mainly from the police departments of Charlottesville, Albemarle County and the University of Virginia. (Her blog at http://iheartejade.blogspot.com, expresses the view that the task force is “nothing more than a group of arrogant thugs.”) In a nearly year-long barrage of blog posts, she published snapshots she took in public of many or most of the task force’s officers; detailed their comings and goings by following them in her car; mused about their habits and looks; hinted that she may have had a personal relationship with one of them; and, in one instance, reported that she had tipped off a local newspaper about their movements.

It’s rather naughty to post pics and home addresses of cops, particularly those working a narcotics task force and possibly undercover.  But a crime?  Did she harass them by doing nothing more than posting about them, using publicly available information to chronicle their daring work?  And what of her free speech and press rights?  Oh, I forget.  They ain’t got none of them down their in Virginny.

Obviously, a judge thinks there’s probable cause to prosecute her.  Not only that, but that she’s a flight risk.  I can picture her sitting at a bar in Argentina, explaining to the former concentration camp guard next to her, “Yeah, I had to flee because they were going to lock me away for blogging.” 

The WaPo has this to say:

Ms. Strom is not the most sympathetic symbol of free-speech rights. She has previously advocated creating a separate, all-white nation, and her blog veers from the whimsical to the self-righteous to the bizarre. But the real problem here is the Virginia statute, in which an overly broad, ill-defined ban on harassment-by-identification, specifically in regard to police officers, seems to criminalize just about anything that might irritate targets.

It should not be a crime to annoy the cops, whose raid on Ms. Strom’s house looks more like a fit of pique than an act of law enforcement. Some of her postings may have consisted of obnoxious speech, but they were nonetheless speech and constitutionally protected. That would hold true right up through her last blog post, written as the police raid on her home began at 7 a.m.: “Uh-Oh They’re Here.”


Two thoughts come to mind.  As much as I’m disgusted by Strom’s politics, so what?  That’s the beauty of America, room for disgusting political thought, where it will be roundly rejected in the marketplace of ideas.  No sale.  That’s how you get rid of disgusting ideas.

But not jail.  Not prosecution.  And yet that’s exactly what’s happened.  And given Dan Solove’s complaint about too much discretion in the Henry Gates and Big Yawn cases, maybe this one, given its additional overlay of free speech, ought to be cause for scholarly concern.  I hope her nasty politics don’t stand in the way of intellectual integrity.

However, one bone remains to be picked with WaPo.  Notably missing from its editorial slam is Strom’s free press right.  I take from this that WaPo, the real press, won’t give Strom, a lowly blogger, the credit of deserving the right to publish as if it was covered by that other clause of the First Amendment.  I can’t help but wonder whether those who think the Washington Post isn’t so great would do the same.

H/T The anonymous Ed at Blawgreview.

Update:  Jdog, posting at his alterego blog, ShaygetzPundit, offers his thoughts on Strom’s health and wellbeing:


Fine.  If she happens to be out walking someday and a cow falls out of a clear blue sky to squash her flat, that would be a sad thing only because it would be a waste of a good cow.  Got it.

He’s an animal lover, you know.  He prefers them barbecued. but fried is good too.  Everything tastes better fried.  Yet Joel writes:


Damn.  Well, you don’t always get the good poster boys and girls on this civil rights stuff.  Yeah, sometimes you luck out and get a real hero like Rosa Parks, or Savana Redding.

But most of the time it’s scumbags like Ernesto Miranda or Elisha Strom.
What did Ernesto do to get into the middle of this? 

What Your Email Address Says About You

In the old days, there were only a few places where a regular fellow could get an email account.  For most, it was either America Online or Compuserve, the two service providers for regular folks who paid for a way to get online.  Back then, getting a good email address was a sign that you were awfully darn cool.  But times change.

I hadn’t given it any thought until Doug Cornelius twitted about it yesterday.


Esquire’s Rule #1033. If your lawyer’s email address ends in hotmail.com, gmail.com or yahoo.com (or aol.com), find a new lawyer.
OMG!  Am I that out of touch?  You see, while I have email via Simple Justice, the truth is that I still use the email address I handpicked in 1993, when all the cool kids used AOL.  It’s SHGLaw, from back in the days when LALaw was cutting edge. Today, it would be SHGLaw318795 if I tried to get it again.  But I don’t have to.  It’s mine.  It’s always been mine.  Everybody who knows me emails me there.

When I questioned whether this means that all my clients would flee because of my ancient email address, I was told by Jeffrey Brandt to just suck it up and “Just rip that band-aid off! ”  I felt so old.  So feeble.  So pathetic.  Sure, today I have plenty of business, but it could all be gone tomorrow when they realize that I use an AOL email address.

This troubled me, since I’m so used to being on the cutting edge and realized that others look to me as an early adapter to show them the way to the next cool thing.  Could I let them down like this?  Oh, the horror.

However, after some deep contemplation and soul-searching, I’ve reached a decision.  Screw anyone who thinks that my 1993 email address means that I’m not cool enough to be your lawyer.  Go find some lawyer whose concern is whether they have the newest iPhone, or the Kindle 39, or doesn’t have to google the Urban Dictionary to look up the meaning of the word “choad”.  So what if I don’t text or leave 487 minutes unused on my 500 minute plan. 

Call me an anachronism.  An old man.  A dinosaur.  If you’re looking for a Dude, you’re in the wrong place.  I don’t hold it against anyone that they are obsessed with the superficial accouterments of coolness and geekdom.  Well, maybe I sneer at them a little and think they smell like elderberries, but they’re allowed.  Just not me.

I prefer to think of myself as a rebel.  Someone who refuses to be a slave to trends, to each new shiny thing that comes along.  I have a great email address, even if it’s got a suffix for a service upon which the sun has set.  If you think a different URL would make me a better lawyer, then I would pay attention.  But to make me look trendier?  Forget it.

I’m sticking with my stinky, old AOL email address.  If that puts you off, then don’t email me.  I can live with that.

Fettered Discretion

Over at Concurring Opinions, Dan Solove says that all the hoopla over GatesGate missed the real problem.


In what country can people routinely be arrested (and sometimes imprisoned for a significant amount of time) based on the whim of a police officer or a judge?  Sounds like something that would happen in a totalitarian state, but it’s the way things work in the United States.

In the frenzy of news coverage of the recent incident involving the arrest of Professor Henry Louis Gates in his home, only a small amount of attention was devoted to the issue of police discretion.  Gates was arrested on a charge of disorderly conduct, which was later dropped. Charges such as disorderly conduct basically give the police an enormously broad range of discretion to arrest anyone for nearly any reason.

I’m constrained to conclude that Dan’s opinion is premised on his observations of the blawgosphere, which means that he’s not reading a whole lot outside of his comfort zone of scholarly posts discussing normative pedagogical paradigms.  Or, in English, he’s got to get outside the academy once in a while.

Dan is right about discretion, but totally wrong about the absence of discussion.  The problem is that academics are so busy trying to out-scholarly one another that they refuse to pay attention to anything said outside the clique.  And the problem with this is that all these fine minds are wasted by their refusal to acknowledge that there is a world of discussion, perspective, opinion, by a blawgosphere full of folks whose primary concern isn’t impressing the tenure committee.

I enjoy and appreciate much of the depth of thought and discussion that happens inside the big ivy walls.  Why won’t the lawprofs step outside once in a while to learn what happens in the trenches?  Are we too ugly?  Are we too course?  Are we too forthright?  Do we not use big enough words?  I dunno, but for all my efforts to prod these otherwise brilliant men and women to engage in discourse that might actually do something, they persist in hiding amongst their own.

Dan’s post caught my eye because of his discussion of the Big Yawn case, where Will County Circuit Judge Daniel Rozak, an otherwise decent judge by all accounts, held Clifton Williams in contempt for the Big Yawn.  Williams, there to watch his cousin get sentenced to probation, bought 6 months.


Judges have broad discretion under the law, which defines contempt as acts that embarrass, hinder or obstruct the court in its administration of justice or lessen its authority or dignity. As long as the sentence is not longer than 6 months, there is no review of the case — unless the offender appeals to the judge or a higher court. . . .


In the two-story brick home where Williams had been living with his aunt Cheryl Mayfield and caring for his 79-year-old grandmother, family members said they were in shock over the sentence but were unable to afford an attorney to appeal.


Dan questions why Rozak didn’t just toss Williams out of the courtroom rather than hold him in contempt and slap him with the max sentence.  This reinforces Dan’s point about too much discretion, allowing judges (like cops) to do as they please without any realistic possibility of being held accountable.  Sure, there’s a theoretical path available for redress, but no one is going down it without some non-theoretical money to pay the legal fee.  Unless of course the public defender has some spare time on his hands.  Or maybe, just maybe, some law professor who is actually licensed to practice wants to pick up the ball and run with it.

But the Gates case and the Big Yawn case are the tip of the iceberg.  In the trenches, we know that these are daily hourly occurrences.  Only the really weird ones, or ones involving Harvard professors, make it onto the radar screen.  The garden-variety abuse of discretion lacks the sexiness to interest the media, but is equally meaningful to those poor schmucks who suffer it on the streets of America regularly.

Those of us in the trenches write about this sort of abuse all the time.  Post after post offers examples of abuse of discretion, its cause and effect.  Yet Dan thinks he’s stumbled onto a new idea? 

Seriously.  Get out of the marble halls and see what real life looks like.  You never know, you might learn something.  And maybe even make lawprofs relevant.  Remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Good Work, If You Can Get It

Bernie Madoff was so terribly evil that no less than 150 years in prison would be enough to right the wrong done his victims.  And what about those victims?  They’ve got Irv Picard on their side, the court-appointed trustee doing God’s work to make sure that each and every victim of Madoff’s scheme gets back what they lost, right?  Well, kinda.

From Bloomberg :



The trustee liquidating Bernard Madoff’s investment company won court approval of a $14.7 million bill for four months’ work by his law firm, overcoming challenges from victims.


The payment to trustee Irving Picard and his firm, Baker & Hostetler LLP was approved today by U.S. Bankruptcy Judge Burton Lifland in New York. Some victims argued that Picard isn’t paying Madoff clients fast enough and is wasting money that should go to them.


“Nothing has been shown that this trustee is not acting in good faith,” Lifland said. “Many of the objections are based on the assumption that granting fees here affects the amount to be distributed; that isn’t the case.”

Now let me crunch those numbers a bit.  $14.7 million for 4 months work times one team of lawyers equals one damn fine payday. While Judge Lifland may be correct in concluding that Picard isn’t acting in bad faith, it’s hard to follow his reasoning that draining $14,.7 million from the pool of available assets to distribute to the victims doesn’t matter.  Did he miss that day in Economic 101 where they explained the allocation of scarce resources?

So if Picard managed to amass more than $3.6 million in legal fees per month, though the number of lawyers on his team is unknown, one has to wonder why?  Granted, he’s probably really good at handling billing, and there’s no doubt that every B&H partner needs a few associates trailing behind them to carry their bags and open doors, while victims lose their houses.  So what did Picard to rack up these kinds of fees?


The amount covers Picard’s work from Dec. 15 to April 30. The trustee and the law firm argued the fees were justified by their recovery of $1.08 billion for victims as of June 30 and their filing of complex lawsuits against the con man’s biggest investors seeking about $14 billion more in damages.

Recovering $1.08 billion sounds pretty good, but for the most part it was just picking up loose change on the floor.  As for filing “complex lawsuits,” preparing complaints really isn’t heavy lifting either.  And once he’s done the first one, others demand little more than changing the names. 

Even if Picard is putting in hundred hour weeks, and has a dozen lawyers on his “team” all of whom are putting in 100 hour weeks, that nets out an hourly fee of $656 per lawyer.  While I can’t imagine that he’s got that many lawyers on the team, or that they are all working hundred hour weeks, or that they would have an average hourly billing rate at the very tippy-top of the scale of $656, that’s what Lifland approved. 

Wait, you say.  Greenfield, you doofus, what about expenses?

Picard has said 20 percent of the firm’s fee will be deferred until the Madoff brokerage has been liquidated. His law firm said it made a voluntary reduction of more than $111,000 by not charging for intra-office expenses including lodging, meals, airfare and other transportation.

It’s not like Picard is heartless.  The man is nearly a saint, suffering for the good of the victims.  But he does have to pay the lease on the Maybach, and it’s not like Irv’s kids don’t need new shoes.  Really nice new shoes.

The victims, in the meantime, are complaining that they aren’t seeing much out of the whole magillah, and up to now, those who haven’t agreed with Picard about how much they’ve lost had the screws put to them by being denied any payouts.  But Irv has seen the light on that count as well.


Picard yesterday changed his procedure for paying as much as $500,000 to victims, dropping a requirement that blocked payments to investors who disputed his calculation of their claims. Under the new plan, undisputed sums will be paid promptly and the disputed portions will be dealt with later.
No longer will acquiescence with Irv’s assessment be extorted by the refusal to pay undisputed claims, at least to the extent that any claims are being paid by pennies on the dollar.  I told you he was nearly a saint.

Of course, we’ve barely touched the subject of clawbacks, for those victims who manages to pull back their investments before the house of cards fell.  Just wait until Picard starts to exact his revenge for their lack of greed or simple sound personal judgment, ripping mortgage and college tuition payments from the grasp of retirees.  It’s going to be painful and difficult work for the trustee. 

Anybody want to guess how much he’s going to charge for that bit of litigation?

Answer:  It won’t matter, because Judge Lifland will approve it.  At least Bernie won’t miss another meal in what’s left of his life.

Ted Frank Finds His Groove

It’s been quite a while since Ted Frank’s waking hours were spent maligning every action taken by a lawyer to represent evil individuals who suffered at the benign hand of corporate neglect and greed as a major player at Overlawyered.  Was he hunkered down at an unknown location, with only his neighbor Cheney to talk to, awaiting the end of time?  No, it turns out.  As disclosed in a revealing interview at Above The Law, Ted has re-emerged, and now he’s really pissed.



Ted Frank . . .  is starting a new public interest law firm that specializes in pro bono representation of consumers unhappy with class action settlements.


ATL: How did you get started with this new venture? What was your inspiration?


TF: It all started with my Grand Theft Auto objection last summer. It really showed me how easy it is for a bad class action settlement to get rubber-stamped. I ended up spending several hundred dollars of my own money on that case, and I understood right away why judges see so few objections to bad settlements. After the New York Times article came out about my objection, I got many phone calls and emails from people wanting my help in objecting to settlements, and I had to turn them away because it wasn’t part of the work I was doing at AEI.


Last October, I gave a talk to the University of Chicago Law School Federalist Society where the students wondered how the problem of bad settlements could be addressed if no one had the economic incentive to object. At the time, I supposed that my class action objection could be scaled up if there was someone crazy enough to do the same thing pro bono. Seeing noone else crazy enough to do it, I figured it might as well be me.
Now before anybody jumps on Ted to point out the irony of his new direction, allow me.  Soooo, Mr. Lawyer Ted, there’s suddenly merit in representing the interest of the individual, helpless in facing the well-financed behemoth whose interests may not include those of the very people they purport to serve?  Standing up for the little guy who suffers at the hand of an unfeeling, uncaring Goliath?  The names of the players may be different, but the idea is exactly the same as that of the personal injury lawyers representing the lone suffering individual against the corporate titans who sacrificed the consumer’s limb for another $1.79 in profit.  Have you gotten your ATLA membership yet?

In all fairness, Ted has finally found his niche.  His attacks on trial lawyers for doing exactly what he plans to do, except against corporations, may not be a thing of the past, but he’s at least found a way to put his belligerence to good use.  Class actions are a necessary means of keeping corporate malfeasance in check when the harm done isn’t sufficient to give rise to individual actions, and we would be a worse society without them. 

But there is also an element to them, revealed in the Grand Theft Auto class action as well as the Ford Explorer one, which demonstrates that they can easily become vehicles for lawyers to make money at the expense of the class.  Whether a lawyer serves one or ten thousand clients, it’s the clients’ interest that must prevail.  We don’t do this to generate fees for ourselves while providing no value to our clients.  And as both cases show, and as Ted’s experience showed, there’s no incentive to challenge the class action settlements, and even if there was, the road is rocky and almost impossible for the non-lawyer to traverse.

When someone claims that his cause is in the “public interest,” I tend to wince.  After all, who anointed him savior of the public, with the inherent vision to know what’s good or bad for the public (particularly when it’s obvious that I am the only one who knows what’s truly in the public interest, though others may dispute this fact).  But I suspect that this time, Ted’s the right man for the job. 

Unless you’re as blindly supportive of trial lawyers as Ted was once against them, you will see the merit in Ted’s new crusade.  Not every class action is bad, but there is most assuredly a need for someone to serve as a check on lawyer greed as there is on corporate greed.  Whether it proves to be a viable plan has yet to be seen, as Ted has no doubt come to realize that even public interest lawyers need to feed their kids, and it takes financing to keep a firm, even one dedicated to the public interest, in business.  That revenue has to come from somewhere, and he’ll have to learn how to pick his causes.  Just like trial lawyers.

I wish Ted Frank the best in his new endeavor.  I trust that he’ll flex his muscles cautiously and appropriately.  I take no issue with someone keeping a close watch on the legal fees relative to the benefits of the settlement to the class, and I look forward to seeing Ted’s efforts make class actions serve the class rather than the lawyers. 

Seven Lawyer Lives Lost

Via Turley, it’s reported that seven lawyers put their lives on the line to defend to defend Iranians who were detained in the post-presidential election.  They lost.



Sources say that the bodies of the lawyers were returned to their families by the government. After the lawyers began representing the protesters, they were themselves accused of disrupting security and encouraging unethical actions against the regime. Five were sentenced to three years each in jail and three died for injuries suffered during their incarceration. Families said that they were beaten so badly that they could not be recognized.

Two of the lawyers were executed after being sentenced to death for drug possession — charges that the families insist were manufactured to secure their death sentences.
General George Patten’s admonition comes to mind, that the object isn’t to die for your country, but make the other poor bastard die for his.  Thankfully, few of us face the possibility of death for doing what we do.  But how many amongst us would readily be the next Atticus Finch?

One of the continuing themes here is that competence, ethics and dedication have given way to the overarching concern for making money.  The only passion seen from many is when their bread and butter is threatened by nasty old Greenfield, with his old school ideas about putting clients first, telling the truth even when it’s unpleasant and suffering for one’s profession when appropriate. 

While I’ve yet to advocate that any American criminal defense lawyer lay down his life for his profession, and doubt that I ever will (or would do so myself), the fact that lawyers elsewhere have done so, have taken risks far beyond anything we can imagine being asked of us here, leaves me feeling unworthy.  Seven Iranian lawyers felt strongly enough to defy their government and defend their clients, with the appreciation of what it meant to defy their government.  They faced death to do the right thing.  And here, we worry about fees, or worse still, work/life balance.  If criminal defense lawyers find it unduly onerous to show up for court when it’s inconvenient, what are the chances they will take a risk, any risk, to serve their clients?

Even within our profession, ignorance persists.  Just yesterday, a cruise ship personal injury lawyer’s means of trying to smear me was to accuse me of defending criminals.  Guilty.  But this buffoon’s knee-jerk reaction (which he subsequently deleted after realizing what a blithering ass he was) reflects the ignorance amongst lawyers as to what we’re here to do.  Not only is there little support within the profession for our taking a personal risk by defending the unpopular, but we’re seen as pariahs for doing our job at all by those who think Nancy Grace is an intellectual.  Greed, pompousness and self-promotion they understand.  Competence, duty and dedication to the client, the law and the Constitution are foreign.  They wouldn’t risk their lives for anything.  They wouldn’t risk a dime.

There isn’t much likelihood that any American criminal defense lawyer will be asked to put his life on the line like the seven Iranian lawyers.  We may die from stress, obesity, alcoholism or get hit by a bus, but not from defending our clients.  But if you’re so weak-kneed that you’re unwilling to take a chance, to put yourself at the slightest personal risk, to defend an unpopular defendant, then compare yourself to these seven Iranian lawyers who lost it all in the defense of their clients.  So little is expected of you in comparison that its the least you can do. 

Return to Willowbrook

Back in 1972, Geraldo Rivera, who was still a reporter, opened the nation’s eyes to the deplorable condition and abuse heaped upon children at Staten Island’s Willowbrook School for mentally retarded children.  It was appalling, and Americans were shocked when Rivera exposed the deplorable conditions. 

The solution was to end the large scale warehousing of children, and later adults, in these megafacilities where they were kept out of the public eye and everyone forgot about them.  Out of sight, out of mind.  What happened in Willowbrook stayed in Willowbrook.  But as the New York Times reports, closing the nation’s Willowbrooks, which made everyone feel quite proud of themselves for being so concerned for the welfare of children and the mentally ill and incompetent, was no solution.

Over the years, mentally ill adults, given new rights and freedoms after the scandal, exercised their right to live in squalor on the street, with a cardboard box as their shelter in subzero weather.  But at least people realized this unintended consequence, if for no other reason than they had to step over them to get to their limousines.  Children, on the other hand, remained out of sight.

The New York Times reports on what became of the children. 



As cash-starved states slash mental health programs in communities and schools, they are increasingly relying on the juvenile corrections system to handle a generation of young offenders with psychiatric disorders. About two-thirds of the nation’s juvenile inmates — who numbered 92,854 in 2006, down from 107,000 in 1999 — have at least one mental illness, according to surveys of youth prisons, and are more in need of therapy than punishment.

“We’re seeing more and more mentally ill kids who couldn’t find community programs that were intensive enough to treat them,” said Joseph Penn, a child psychiatrist at the Texas Youth Commission. “Jails and juvenile justice facilities are the new asylums.”
Like a society with attention deficit syndrome, we’ve forgotten that there are mentally ill children.  It’s so much easier to pigeonhole them as criminals, and with false bravado, demand that be treated like the animals they are.  Of course, this serves the dual purposes of getting them out of our sight and making us feel that we’ve achieved safety and justice, as if mentally ill children without resources to help them to co-exist peacefully in society reduces them to the class of animal to which we ascribe all other criminals.

The problem is that prisons aren’t intended or equipped to deal with mentally ill children.  They try, if for no other reason than self-preservation, but the best they can hope to achieve is relative isolation and mind-numbing drugs.  They aren’t there to be cured, or stabilized so that they can return to society, but to prevent them from doing harm to others or, more likely, being the victim of others’ harm.  It’s costly.  It’s difficult.  It’s ineffective.  It’s all we’ve got.

What amazes is how we’ve turned a blind eye to the fact that these are children.  Sick children.  Our hearts go out to children who suffer tragic harm in automobile accidents.  But we have no room left for sympathy for children who suffer from mental illness.  To a large extent, we have still not accepted that mental illness, like bipolar disorder, is real.  Many adults, who have never had the pleasure of having one of their children suffer, refuse to believe in a disease they can’t see or feel.  Rather than see mentally ill children as sick, they are simply bad.  They will tell you that a good smack will fix these bad kids up real fast.  Who’s insane now?

By the time they find themselves embroiled in the juvenile justice system for having done sufficient damage to warrant the attention of the law, they aren’t as cute and cuddly as they once were.  Their faces have sneers and chances are pretty good that their conduct can be characterized in adult terms, making them appear far more analogous to the vicious than the sick. 

There was once a time when we believed that boys and girls who had yet to reach the age of majority were still children.  As children, they deserved society’s help and protection, rather than wrath.  Is the best we can hope for today a prison cell and a heavy dose of Abilify?  While people complain, and rightfully so, of the myriad of problems we face in a complex society in economic turmoil, there remains one discrete group that will never have the ability to lift itself out of its problems, it’s pit, and therefore deserves, more than any other, our care and concern.  These are our children.  Do it for the children.

Future Lawyer

I remember going to the 1964 World’s Fair and taking the  GM Futuramaride that showed life in the future.  It was so cool, all the things that would change over time. Plus, my parents bought me one of those really nifty hats with the big ostrich feathers.  It was much better than what those fools in the 1930s thought fashion would look like in year A.D. 2000.



There are a host of blawgs that are dedicated to predicting the future of the lawyers.  As before, it’s not presented as merely a future of possibilities, but a reality upon which we are exhorted to stake our careers.  From Susan Cartier Leibel saying that Biglaw is dead and solo is the future, to Patrick Lamb saying that the billable hour is dead and value billing is the future, to Jordon Furlong saying that technology will render in-house handwork an anachronism and make lawyering a commodity.  Even within these seers of the future, there is dispute over whether virtual firms are the future, a future, or utter nonsense.

Whether those who inform us of what the future will be are oracles or profiteers, there are many who want to hitch their wagon to a rising star, whether because it furthers their personal wishes by offering a future that suits them or because they have failed in the past and need a new option. 

In the past, my challenges to those who claim that they know what the future holds has met with arguments, invariably misguided, about why it shouldn’t be this way.  That, of course, is irrelevant, since the future happens as it happens, not as a result of argument.  We aren’t wearing the clothing that 1930s designers thought appropriate, and our food isn’t grown on the bottom of the ocean.  No amount of argument will change this; it’s simply so.

There is nothing wrong with trying to divine the future, and using reason to do so.  But its somewhat disingenuous to promote the idea that anyone knows what the future will bring.  Very few have done so well, like Jules Verne and Gene Roddenberry, and in their cases the question is whether they predicted the future or the future met their imaginations and was guided by it.  With all due respect to my fellow blawgers, I don’t think they will be viewed as such visionaries that they will guide the future.

Some of these predictions strike me as nothing more than snake oil, with hard sell promoters sucking the weak and failed into their web with the promise of future success that comports with their silly dreams.  They are not dangerous because they posit a future that disrupts existing practice, but because they offer a promise to the desperate that they cannot keep.  Some promote the positives of solo practice while ignoring, if not overtly distorting, the risks, problems and negatives.  This disturbs me as it is targeted to some of the most vulnerable and desperate within the profession, and it’s flagrantly false and dishonest. 

Similarly, the entire cabal of work/life balance promoters offer a false god to those least capable of understanding why it’s a fool’s path.  They all have one thing in common, their availability for speaking engagements.  For the most part, they are failed lawyers who have reimagined themselves consultants and marketers.  It would funny as can be that people turn to failures to teach success, except that some actually do.  Of course, some claim that they were huge successes as lawyers, though they can’t offer any rational explanation why then they left the law to put red paint on their faces and sell themselves on Market Street. 

These oracles of the future of the law will get somethings right.  The law of averages dictates that some of their prophesies will come true, though when and how remains in doubt.  But denizens of the blawgosphere, desperately seeking solutions to their current miseries, would do well to be skeptical of prophets.  They don’t know anymore about the future than you do.

On the other hand, if you want to consider a change in your career path, with someone who will tell you the good, the bad and the ugly, I urge you to read Carolyn Elefant’s ebook, From Biglaw to Yourlaw, and should you decide to change your direction, pick up a copy of Carolyn’s book, Solo By Choice, clearly the best, and most honest, primer on going solo there is.

And as for predictions of the future of the legal profession, I have one to make.  The heart of what we do will continue to be represent our clients, first and foremost.  Neither commoditization, nor techno-outsourcing, nor work/life balance, will be accepted as a substitute for excellence.  Anyone who predicts otherwise will be proven wrong.  I stake my reputation on it.

I’m no Jules Verne either, but if you think the future of the law can be found in snake oil, I won’t cry for you when you crash and burn. 

The First Lawyer on the Obama Court

In the old days, one might expect to have a glimmer of understanding about what your judge might be like based upon which president appointed him or her.  Now that we have the Minister of Change in the White House, having gotten the Sotomayor appointment behind him, lesser seats are being filled. 

From the BLT :



Jane Stranch, partner at Nashville’s Branstetter, Stranch & Jennings, has been tapped to fill a spot on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit, while Judge Thomas Vanaskie of the Middle District of Pennsylvania has been picked for the Third Circuit.

According to the White House announcement, Stranch, a labor lawyer, graduated from Vanderbilt University School of Law in 1975 and is known for her work on complex ERISA litigation. The 55-year-old Vanaskie, meanwhile, was appointed to his current post in 1994, and was chief judge from 1996 through 2006. As a young lawyer, he practiced in the Scranton office of Dilworth, Paxson, Kalish & Kauffman alongside future governor Robert Casey, Sr., the father of Sen. Robert Casey, Jr. (D-Pa.).
Bold. Fearless.  Fighters for the Constitution.  A labor lawyer and a current judge who made his bones in Scranton in the office next to a senator’s father.  I can’t wait for this “change” stuff to kick in.  Anytime now.  Any time.  Whenever you’re ready, Mr. President.

The face of the federal judiciary hasn’t change much in, well forever.  It’s not that most of them aren’t excellent lawyers within their practice area, but that they will have a great impact as judges in a much broader pond.  Criminal cases come immediately to mind for me.  And so I ask, what the heck do they know about criminal law?  What do they think about it?  What do they know about the people who will appear before them as defendants?  What do they think about the honesty and integrity of the police, the prosecutors, the system?

My experience has been that most lawyers whose career has been firmly rooted in the civil side of law have no greater knowledge than the general public about criminal law.  They hold dear the same erroneous assumptions and prejudices, that by and large the police tell the truth; that most defendants are guilty, at least of something; that if the Constitution was supposed to mean what it says, judges before them wouldn’t have crafted the million exceptions to the rule; that law and order are the same things.

They tend to be quite conservative in their view of civil rights and personal freedom, as they are heavily vested in the system and enjoy the mindset of the successful lawyer.  Don’t get too close to my Mercedes!  They don’t mean to be uncaring or naive, but they truly believe that the status quo is the way it’s supposed to be. 

Many thought that a Barack Obama presidency might bring change to the status quo.  I never thought so, at least when it comes to the federal bench.  When Norm told me that he might be up for a judgeship, I was, to be blunt, shocked.  That would have been one incredibly bold move.  And of course, it wasn’t to be.

It’s not that there aren’t some excellent judges on the federal bench, or that all judges whose careers were spent on the civil side are ignorant or uncaring about criminal cases and constitutional rights.  It’s that the only people to be deemed safe enough for an appointment who have had experience in criminal law are prosecutors, with Massachusetts Judge Nancy Gertner being the exception that proves the rule.  She’s quite a stand-out as a judge, and as it happens she was a criminal defense lawyer.

In my home districts, SDNY and EDNY, we have a number of judges whose legal career journey went from the United States Attorney’s office to the Courthouse.  Some moved physically, but their heart remained behind.  Others try very hard to be fair, but really lack the breadth of experience to comprehend what fairness means.  One, John Gleeson, has been a standout, making some very bold decisions and demonstrating a willingness to use his bench to challenge the status quo when he believes it to be wrong. 

Perhaps President Obama has yet to get his sea legs.  Perhaps he believes his capital is better spent at  passing whatever plans he feels will establish him as an agent of change.  I dunno, and this isn’t a post about whether his agenda is good, bad or otherwise, so let’s not get into that.  But if Bill Clinton is any measure, the expectation of a shift in the federal judiciary has no legs.  Sure, the neocons label any judge appointed by a Democratic President “liberal”, proving that knee-jerk vapidity is alive and well, both in Washington and in the hearts and minds of true-believers.  But today’s idea of a “liberal” judge covers Richard Nixon’s appointments in the 60s. 

Meet the new boss.  Same as the old boss.  You guys can fight over your labels all you want.  Wake me up when the change happens.

The Jester Isn’t Laughing Now

Former Supreme Court Justice Ronald Tills, a proud member of the Royal Order of Jesters, was sentenced to 18 months by U.S District Judge William M. Skretny for gathering up prostitutes, including one who had been before him as a judge, putting them in a Winnebago and transporting them across state lines to enjoy an All-American Weekend of Mirth.

Bummer.  Judge Skretny was unimpressed with Tills’ expression of remorse.


“I will never forgive myself for the possible harm I’ve caused to the victims in this case,” he said. “I’m embarrassed, and I feel terrible about the shame I’ve brought to the bench and the bar.”

But Skretny referred to Tills as a “real Jekyll and Hyde” and suggested the former judge and state assemblyman had not shown the level of remorse Skretny would have liked to have seen from him.

You would think that Tills, having had the experience of doing some sentencing in his time, would know how to grovel properly.  Even Terry Connors’ words didn’t do the trick of keeping the old judge from the clink.


“He knows what he did was reprehensible,” said Terrence M. Connors, one of Tills’ lawyers. “He know he’s disgraced that robe.”
Disgraced the robe?  Yeah, that would be fair.  Frankly, I can’t imagine any amount of remorse that would have saved Tills from a prison sentence, and I can’t think of a good reason why he should have been.

Wanna be a judge?  Wanna sentence people to jail?  To prison?  Wanna lecture them about the majesty of the law, the importance of obeying the law, how bad and evil they are?  Then don’t commit crimes yourself.

Bye-bye, Ronny.  Hope you meet up with somebody you sentenced in there.  I know, you will be going to Club Fed rather than the state stinkholes where your defendants were sent, but it could happen.  You can explain to them how sorry you really are for being a judge who committed a crime.

H/T Our hinterlands correspondent, Kathleen.