When I first met him before arraignment, there it was, a perfect Glock-shaped contusion of many colors on the left side of his face. I pointed it out to the magistrate, who duly shrugged before adjourning the case for a detention hearing. The AUSA explained that he fell hard and hit the pavement, and it was purely coincidental that the bruise was in the exact shape of a Glock. Go figure?
And right after this unfortunate fall, which had nothing to do with the agents, he confessed. At the suppression hearing, the emergency room physician’s assistant testified that she could not state to a reasonable degree of medical certainty that the bruise that bore the exact shape of a Glock was caused by a Glock. The judge shrugged. Denied.
These were the protectors and defenders of our constitutional rights.
In quiet little corners of the country, local sheriffs and police chiefs run their own little fiefdoms, with the cooperation, if not endorsement, of the judiciary. It’s not a big secret. Local defense lawyers and public defenders know all about it, and fight it, and occasionally scream about it into the void. Continue reading

