I remember the first time I received death threats. I was up in Albany, about to argue before the New York Court of Appeals, and a suit I filed on behalf of my client, Troy Canty, against Berhard Goetz made the front page of the New York Post. I called the office to see if I had any messages, and my secretary told me that I had a few hundred death threats. That was 1985. I’m still alive.
I get the occasional death threat these days. It’s usually because of something I’ve written here or twitted of which someone disapproves. Sometimes it’s from someone on the right. Sometimes the left. It doesn’t concern me, not because death threats aren’t concerning, but it’s easy for to people make noise. Doing something is another matter, and it’s doubtful that anything I have to say matters enough to get anyone to do something. Continue reading
