Raphael Holiday’s False Hope

Last night, Texas murdered Raphael Holiday.  They didn’t call it murder. They called it an execution, because that makes it sound more official. But they intentionally caused the death of a human being.  That, however, isn’t particularly noteworthy in Texas.

It’s not that Holiday, if he was guilty as convicted, was the sort of guy you would invite home for dinner.

Holiday, 36, was convicted of intentionally setting fire to his wife’s home near College Station in September 2000, killing her three little girls, the youngest of whom was his daughter. He forced the children’s grandmother to douse the home in gasoline. After igniting the fumes, Holiday watched from outside as flames engulfed the couch where authorities later found the corpses of 7-year-old Tierra Lynch, 5-year-old Jasmine DuPaul and 1-year-old Justice Holiday huddled together.

Horrible stuff. But the story behind an execution is almost invariably horrible stuff. This is not to suggest that, if all this is true, Holiday isn’t a horrible person. But even horrible people are entitled to constitutional rights, and that’s where this is heading. Continue reading →

Matthew Chappell and the Ten Day Apology

Mark Bennett does what one would expect of a mature, knowledgeable, dedicated lawyer. He tries to guide new lawyers down the straight and narrow path. Old lawyers too, but that’s a different matter.  And so he offered some insight to a lawyer who reached out to him, Matthew Chappell.

The problem was that Chappell wanted to sneak into a program at Fidelity Investments by hiding behind a graybeard, because he lacked the requisite experience for participation. He had “family friends” on the inside, but even they couldn’t get Chappell in without a straw-lawyer. So Chappell hit the streets looking for a willing mark. Bennett noted that this was not a savory approach for a lawyer to take, and urged Chappell to reconsider his ill-advised strategy.

While Chappell was a baby lawyer, with less than two years practice under his belt, at 42 years of age, he was no kid.  This is mentioned only for the sake of suggesting that his reaction to Bennett’s thoughtfulness was ungracious. Continue reading →

Cross: Andrew Fleischman, Whether It Pleases The Court Or Not

Nov. 18, 2015 (Mimesis Law) — Ed. Note:  Scott Greenfield crosses Fault Lines contributor Andrew Fleischman, an appellate advocate with the Georgia Public Defender Council.

Q. You graduated from Georgia State Law School in 2011, not exactly the best time in the history of law to find gainful employment in the profession.  But you started as an intern with the Atlanta Municipal Public Defender’s Office. Was that where you wanted to be?  Any dreams of lawyer riches, or did you see yourself more as Atticus Finch in the pre-racist days?

A. I had no idea that I wanted to be a public defender until I started interning with the Atlanta Municipal Public Defenders. Honestly, I thought I wanted to be in bankruptcy (2011 was, at least, a boom year for that). When I got there, I was astounded. I had always assumed that there was a presumption of innocence. But people who couldn’t make bail were routinely being warehoused for months if they insisted on a trial, sometimes past the maximum sentence if they had pleaded guilty. It was infuriating.

What clinched it for me was Sunday calendars. For “budget reasons,” judges were holding court only three days a week. Many of the people who were heard on Sunday had been held for longer than 48 hours without a probable cause hearing. When I brought up that it was constitutionally mandatory that these people get released, I was ignored. And I didn’t know enough to take it to a higher court (plus, I didn’t have a bar license). I fought like hell about it. I filed briefs and motions. I still lost. Given a choice between what was right and what was convenient, the system didn’t even struggle.

Then, I had a fluke win. Atlanta’s indecent exposure ordinance had a comma in the wrong place. Under the “last antecedent” rule, the ordinance could be applied only to women. I litigated the issue, and for a few months, the ordinance wasn’t enforced. It made me feel like a real lawyer–as though, if I just paid enough attention, and worked hard enough, I could have an impact on the law.

Being a public defender meant that I could fight hard for a client who, in a private setting, could never afford to pay me to put in the work. I fell in love with the job.

Q. After graduating, you went to work for an Atlanta firm, Head, Thomas, Webb & Willis, which specialized in drunk driving.  Why?  Did you have enough of saving the downtrodden, or did you want something new?  What was it like going from a public defender’s office to being a private lawyer?

A. Unfortunately, though I spent a lot of time interning with the Atlanta Municipal Public Defenders, they weren’t able to offer me a position when I graduated law school. There were hiring freezes throughout the state. So I lucked into a position with a private DUI firm.

Candidly, I probably sucked at it. I really enjoyed litigating a case, but I hated chasing people down for money. Also, private, educated clients tend to have wildly unrealistic expectations about how prosecutors are going to treat them. By contrast, the clients I’d had at the Atlanta Municipal Court were often grateful just to see someone go up and argue with a little fire in his belly. They’d been screwed over before, so they understood that getting any kind of due process at all was its own kind of victory.

Also, I’ve never been much good at negotiating with prosecutors. In one early case, a prosecutor promised my client a particular deal. I accepted. When a different prosecutor tried to renege, I brought a pile of caselaw and said that he was bound by the offer I’d accepted. That prosecutor was so affronted that he contacted my boss to complain. I ended up getting the deal, but only after a protracted process. It taught me a valuable lesson– for most prosecutors, you need to sell the client during plea negotiations. It’s only at court that you sell the law.

Q. When you went private, you turned to doing appeals. Was that something you wanted to do, or did you get stuck doing them as the newest hire?  How hard was it to transition from trial guy to law guy? Was that what you wanted to do? How did it turn out?

A. I totally stumbled into doing appeals. There was a brief due to the Supreme Court of Georgia in my first couple of weeks with the DUI firm. My boss had me do it. I agonized over that brief. I’d never considered myself to be a very strong legal writer. When I turned in the finished product, glowing with pride, my boss said it was crap. But it was the day that it was due, and he didn’t have much time to make changes. We ended up winning, and I got assigned to do a lot of the other appeals for the firm.

Some of the issues were fascinating. We fought constantly about whether Georgia could keep the workings of its breathalyzer machine secret, without a meaningful opportunity for defense counsel to ask how it operated. We ended up taking a case all the way to Kentucky, where I learned the dangers of litigating a case in a courthouse named after opposing counsel’s father.

Ultimately, it wasn’t much of a transition becoming an appellate guy. The Atlanta court had a rule that allowed prosecutors to send the case to a higher court on the day of trial–which they would use liberally whenever they weren’t prepared. The biggest shift was that, instead of helping just one client, I had an opportunity to help whole groups of people. Even when my arguments got shot down or ignored, I found I had a drive to do the work.

Q. You left the firm to work for the Paulding County public defender. This wasn’t Atlanta anymore, though no doubt Paulding County is pretty much like New York or Los Angeles, but without the people, culture or, well, anything. We hear terrible things about such places up north, but are they true? What was it like practicing public defense in Paulding? It’s not far from Atlanta, so was it more cosmopolitan than those other places we hear about?

A. Paulding County is a bizarre fluke county where the Public Defender’s Office won 85% of their trials. In my first year there, we lost only two trials, and both of those convictions were reversed on appeal. The judges were unbelievably kind, knowledgeable, and patient. The juries seemed to take reasonable doubt seriously.

It seemed like everything else about the way that county worked existed to make sure that the prosecution’s worst impulses were kept in check. When the State managed to convict a woman for murder despite strong evidence of actual innocence, a trial judge courageously stepped in, six months later, and reversed her conviction. He said he did not think there was even a 51% chance that she committed the crime. I got to watch that woman, who had given birth in prison, hold her baby for the very first time. It was the single best moment of my life. [And to make this even sweeter, between cross and posting, the Supreme Court of Georgia affirmed the decision.]

Q. By now, you were firmly established as an appellate lawyer, but you spent your time in the trenches before reaching that lofty height. You tried two cases (and went 2-0, which isn’t too shabby). Did you love it? For many criminal defense lawyers, there’s nothing better than trying cases. What did you get out of it? What was your favorite memory of your days as the trial guy?

A. Well, I only stumbled into trying cases. I had not tried a single case when I went to Paulding–I was supposed to be a purely appellate lawyer. But the day of trial, a woman in our office quit. Just showed up for jury selection and quit. On such short notice, I got all of her cases. This was fairly hellish, since my first calendar call, where I had to calm down 40 or so of her former clients, was the same day as the Snowpocalypse (when Atlanta completely shut down in the face of two inches of snow).

The trial court judge gave me a week and a half to prepare for the trial, which dealt with a robbery. My client’s brother said he acted alone in robbing a convenience store, but the State claimed that he had been driven by my client, and had a video supporting that story.

But the State just kept making mistakes. They had trouble certifying their witness as an expert (they weren’t familiar with Georgia’s lax rules), and their presentation of evidence was a little disjointed. They claimed my client was responsible for another robbery a few days earlier, but the store clerk said he was 110% sure that my client hadn’t been the one to rob him, and the State had done no investigation of the man that the clerk did identify in the lineup.

It was a nerve-wracking trial, because my client faced a mandatory 20 years if convicted, and he turned down an offer of two years mid-trial.

After my client got acquitted, the jury asked me for my business card. I had the satisfaction of telling them that I was free, and that no, it was not the prosecutor’s first trial.

Q. You’re now back in Atlanta with the Georgia Public Defender Council, and it looks like you have dedicated yourself to criminal appeals.  That can be a pretty depressing gig, given that the likelihood of winning on appeal isn’t nearly as good as being hit by lightning. Why did you decide to stick with appeals?  Ever get the sense that you’re just banging your head against the wall?

A. Appeals are ridiculously fun. It never feels hopeless. I’m supposed to lose. Courts are going to do everything in their power to make sure the conviction sticks unless you can tell your client’s story in a way that makes a new trial palatable. That’s the part of the job I love.

But if you can do that, if you can tell your client’s story in a way where the judge can imagine walking in her shoes, then you can get great results.

Also, I’ve been very lucky with my appeals so far. I’ve stumbled into a lot of winnable cases, or cases where, once I’ve studied the record enough, something worth arguing pops up. Georgia’s appellate win rate is around 5%. As long as I can stay ahead of that, I feel like my work is worthwhile.

Q. Most appellate lawyer get that one case with the big issue, the one that can change the law and impact thousands of people. Did you get that case?  What was it, and how did it turn out?

A. I can’t say I’ve had an appellate win that has had huge ramifications throughout the State. Probably my most meaningful win was for a client who was charged with the drowning death of her grandchild and her friend because she left them to play in another room while she was on the phone.

In Georgia, it is almost impossible to sue someone for parental negligence. If a day-care center messes up watching your child, there’s a ton of precedent that says they’re not liable. But here, the State was going after this gentle, older lady, who suffered from diabetes and whose family described her as an excellent caretaker.

I was shocked when the jury convicted her. But taking the issue up on appeal, and watching the prosecutor try to justify his decision to charge her to seven Supreme Court of Georgia justices, was deeply satisfying. Even better was seeing her conviction get reversed six months later.

I’m still hunting my white whale, though.

Q. On the flip side, appellate lawyers are often the most frustrated, knowing the law, knowing they have the goods, and then watching as the case dies with an appellate panel that isn’t going to rule your way no matter what you say.  Has this happened to you? Did you do anything about it? Can you? Have you ever had the urge to say, “I don’t give a damn if it pleases this honorable court or not”?

A. I’ve honestly never felt that way. My expectations of the justice system are very low. I’m pleasantly surprised if an appellate court just addresses all of my arguments.

And when a court blows off my appeal with an opinion that I don’t think is well-reasoned, I try to learn from it. Maybe I’m not good enough yet, but maybe a day will come when I can write well enough that a judge will want to learn more about my case, about what I’m arguing. That hope for improvement is what keeps me going even when things are frustrating.

Q. Among the problems I’ve often heard from appellate lawyers is that the trial lawyer failed to preserve a great issue or took some tactical position that was just woefully ignorant of the law. Have you come across that?  What are trial lawyers doing wrong? What do they need to do to improve? And what about the trade-off of winning at trial versus preserving an argument to win on appeal?

A. You are describing my entire job. The most frustrating phrase I ever hear is, “I’m a trial lawyer, not an appellate lawyer.”

Every lawyer who has ever lost a case is an appellate lawyer.

When a lawyer fails to object, it’s usually because they’re either ignorant of the law, fearful of the judge, or caught in one of our state’s many nefarious appellate traps designed to prevent appeals from being heard.

I can forgive the third one, but I feel that many lawyers improperly balance the risks of objection. You can always avoid prejudicing the jury with a motion in limine. Or, if your judge allows speaking objections, you can always talk about the common-sense reasons for a rule when making your objections.

I think it can be a mistake for a lawyer to just say, “Objection, hearsay,” when they could say, “Objection, hearsay, the State hasn’t given us a chance to talk to that witness.” Or “Objection, leading,” when you could say “Opposing counsel is testifying, and it’s their witness we’re hoping to hear from.” The rules of evidence seem a lot more sympathetic, and a lot less technical, when people are aware of the common-sense reason why courts have developed them.

As for legal ignorance, it infuriates me. I once had a lawyer testify that he doesn’t bother to memorize the rules of evidence, because he has a book. No. Just no. Your job is to fight for your client, ferociously and well. You can’t do that if you’re flipping through a book. You’ve brought safety scissors to a gunfight.

Q. Your writing is usually cerebral and well-researched, often steeped in both a cutting edge story and a deep dip in the caselaw pool as well. What are you trying to do here, spreading the gospel of law when people just want the juicy part of an ugly law story?  Do you feel a duty to try and help people to understand the law, or is that just what happens with law guys?  Can you write interesting, readable stuff, and still make sure you get the nuance of the law right?

A. I hope that I get the nuance of the law right. There’s always room for improvement, and I’m always trying to get better.

My goal, writing here, is to get people who don’t already agree with me to have the same epiphany I had when I was a scared third year law student arguing in front of a big scary judge. We don’t have the fairest justice system in the world. It does not slant in favor of the defendant. It favors, at every angle, and in every way, the victory of the State.

And so we can’t fall back on reasonable doubt as the panacea that cures all the problems we hear about. We have to struggle, constantly, for real justice. That means a system that convicts the guilty and acquits the arguably innocent, and doesn’t punish more harshly for seeking due process than for committing the crime.

We’re not there yet. We’re not even close. But if we can just keep talking about this, maybe we’ll start moving in the right direction.

Daddy Says Everybody Is Now An Ethnic Studies Major

In this Fall of Capitulation, Yale University doesn’t want to be left behind.

Responding to student demonstrations and demands related to the racial climate at Yale University, its president, Peter Salovey, introduced a host of initiatives and promises in a letter to alumni on Tuesday.

“It is clear that we need to make significant changes so that all members of our community truly feel welcome and can participate equally in the activities of the university, and to reaffirm and reinforce our commitment to a campus where hatred and discrimination have no place,” he wrote.

What? You’re paying tuition so junior can learn particle physics? Heh, you naïve fool. Did you not see the viral video of brave students protesting for #BlackLivesMatter in the library at Dartmouth? Because so many students are at risk from racist paper cuts, libraries being what they are. And if that was your daughter who was told, “fuck your white tears,” suck it up, as somebody has to take a bullet for the cause.  Continue reading →

“Broken” Bail And Pissed-Off Judges

Dan Wise, former New York Law Journal reporter and always an excellent source for the ugly underbelly of the New York criminal system, reports that judges are not pleased with their aging-out Chief Judge, Jonathan Lippman.

Judges, both present and former, in Manhattan, Queens and the Bronx report in interviews that a wide swath of their colleagues handling criminal cases are adamantly opposed to Chief Judge Jonathan Lippman’s bail reform plan.

Welcome to the party, judges. But I somehow suspect that your problem with CJ Lippman’s parting shot isn’t the same as mine. So what’s your beef?

The judges say there is a widespread sentiment within the criminal bench that the Lippman plan is not reflective of the realities they face in setting bail; will sow discord among judges handling criminal cases; was rolled out in a manner that was demeaning to judges and the quality of work they do; and is at odds with statutory requirements and ethical restraints designed to protect the judiciary from outside influences.

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Crowdfunding* Criminal Defense Isn’t The Answer

Within minutes of the O.J. verdict, every criminal defendant called his lawyer and demanded a “dream team,” because if it worked for O.J., it will work for them. That’s when criminal defense lawyers were compelled to explain in small words that (1) they weren’t O.J., and (2) they could barely afford one lawyer, no less four. Hopes were dashed and clients were angry. It was all so unfair.

A new panacea for those accused of crimes, or otherwise under the thumb of the system, is offered by a headline at The Marshall Project, the group of writers slapped together to be the saviors of criminal justice in the absence of any actual knowledge about criminal justice.

Need Cash to Hire a Lawyer? Try Crowdfunding

Oh cool. Except if you read through the shallow anecdotes, two things become clear.  First, to the extent it works at all, the only people who might even consider contributing to a defense are friends and family. Second, even then, it’s not enough to work. Continue reading →

“Got A Warrant?” Asked The Dead Man

The Harnett County Sheriff’s office finally explained as much as they were going to explain for the time being:

According to authorities, “a confrontation with an individual resulted in a shooting.” The person involved in the confrontation was pronounced dead at the scene, while the deputy received minor injuries.

That’s code for “one of our guys shot and killed” some poor sucker. And they added this:

Harnett County Sheriff’s Deputy Nicholas Kehagias was involved in the shooting incident, according to Maj. Jeff Huber. Kehagias has been employed as a deputy sheriff since July 2013 and is currently assigned to the patrol division.

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Want To Make A Quick $100 Billion? One Word: Plastic

Imagine if there was a medium of exchange where it was quick and easy for the consumer, no risk of fraud or loss to the merchant, and no third party sticking its finger in the middle to pull out a few points for doing nothing?  If only someone could come up with such a thing.  Maybe they could call it, I dunno, cash?

From the New York Times:

“That is the crux of the matter,” said David Robertson, publisher of The Nilson Report, a payments industry publication. “The real savings is not about fraud, the real savings is about interchange.” Last year, merchants paid about $61 billion in interchange fees, Mr. Robertson said, compared with about $30 billion in fraud losses.

Let’s pull out the old Texas Instruments calculator: $61 billion, plus $30, and all of a sudden you’re talking real money.  The second, smaller number, is what gets lost to fraud, which is sold to the public as if it’s just a bunch of banks being really thoughtful about protecting them. It’s nonsense. It protects the credit card issuers, who are responsible for fraudulent use of their card.  Continue reading →

That Cop Who Killed You? Thank The Arbitrator

Jeremy Dear was a problem cop. He seemed to keep getting caught up in controversy, which is hard in Albuquerque given how there’s so much police controversy that standing out isn’t easy, but Dear managed to do so.  The last time began with the killing of 19-year-old Mary Hawkes, for which he was, of course, cleared.

But that wasn’t the end of Dear’s problems.

“I remember at the end, I was like oh (expletives), my camera, it was unplugged,” Dear told investigators. “I mean, I’ve had problems in the past, they come unplugged, you catch that little cord on something and it snags out.”

Dear has since been fired from APD for insubordination and untruthfulness. He’s been fighting to get his job back.

What exactly happened with Hawkes’ killing is shrouded in a mystery because, you see, his Taser-made body cam was unplugged. He claims he was very upset to learn “that little cord” became unplugged. Continue reading →

Where Is The Lash?

In an epic rant, Jonah Goldberg, who can find a lefty under every rock just as quick as a feminist can find a misogynist, sneaks in a point worth repeating at The National Review:

I almost feel sorry for those decent, sincere career liberals standing there in the quad as the little Maoists scream in their faces and strip off the suede elbow patches on their tweedy jackets like a lieutenant being busted down to a private. As the kids fit lifelong members of the ACLU with their duncecaps, the poor souls can hear the conservatives hooting and laughing off beyond the fence, throwing nerf footballs and telling jokes at the liberals’ expense.

With the Left given total control of these oases of tolerance and citadels of progressivism, what do we get?

We get pampered and coddled students screaming that these institutions are hotbeds of racism, homophobia, sexism, and the rest of the 31 Flavors of Oppression.

Oh, there is racism. We see it in the bodies on the ground, in courtrooms, in prison cells. But on college campuses?  Not individual instances of racist behavior, because there will always be people who behave poorly and think even worse.  But in the most diverse and inclusive places in this or any other dimension, where sensitivity to claims of discrimination are at their apex. Continue reading →