Dallas Cops Fight For the First Rule of Policing

Some think it’s a joke, or at least a half-joke, that the First Rule of Policing is make it home for dinner.  Police in Dallas aren’t finding it funny at all. It’s the First Rule, the prime motivation.  And because of the shooting of 19-year-old Kelvion Walker by Senior Cpl. Amy Wilburn, the Rule is at risk.

The Dec. 9 shooting at issue came about after two officers pursued carjacking suspects in another vehicle; the officer says she shot the victim after he failed to comply with orders to show her his hands, leading to concern he was going for a weapon.

An internal affairs investigation found Wilburn, 48, violated the department’s deadly use of force policy for shooting 19-year-old Kelvion Walker “without fear or justification.” Chief David Brown fired Wilburn on Dec. 30, following the internal investigation, and said he intends to revamp the use-of-force policy and change training.

The reaction of Dallas cops? Continue reading →

Under Pressure

The New York Court of Appeals heard oral argument in the cases of Adrian Thomas and Paul Aveni, addressing the issue of police lying and manipulating an interrogation to obtain a confession.  The Thomas case has been the subject of a number of posts here.  The Aveni case not so much, as he prevailed in the Appellate Division, Second Department, while Thomas lost on appeal.

The New York Times offers some bits of the argument:

“What is acceptable pressure?” Chief Judge Jonathan Lippman asked Kelly L. Egan, a lawyer representing the Rensselaer County district attorney’s office. “What’s O.K. and what’s not O.K. in terms of deception?” Continue reading →

A Matter of Privilege

One of the joys of the practical blawgosphere is reading another blogger’s post and, boom, an aspect just clicks, provoking thought and, perhaps, putting an inchoate idea into words. When my buddy Ken White at Popehat triumphantly returned to blogging after the wounds healed from the tragic kiln explosion in Sylvia Plath Hall at Emily Dickinson College, his first post was the traditional STFU message.

One of the most consistent messages I offer here is about interactions with law enforcement, and can be expressed in two words — shut up — although “oh you dumb son of a bitch will you for the love of God shut up” might capture the flavor better.

This isn’t to say that Ken was being repetitive, as it’s a message that needs constant repeating, Continue reading →

Not With A Bang, But A Whimper

As the trial progressed, some usually cynical people took notice.  It certainly appeared to them as if Judge William Haskell Alsup was about to kick some government ass in their handling of Stanford Ph.D student Rahinah Ibrahim.  The link tells the story, and I will assume you’ve bothered to go and read it rather than retell it here.

But the piece that made this special was Judge Alsup’s refusal to take the government’s word  that it would never do anything untoward.  From his demands and directions, it certainly looked as if Judge Alsup wasn’t going to drink the government’s Kool-Aid, but rather was about to drop the hammer on their cute attempt to circumvent the truth, their duty to the court and Ibrahim, and their effort to hide their abuse behind executive secrecy.  It certainly looked that way. Continue reading →

On The Bad Side Of The Curve

It’s a pleasure to represent a criminal. Not a criminal because he’s been charged with a crime, but someone who, as a matter of course, commits crimes for a living. A pro. A regular. A guy who knows what he’s doing, knows the risks involved and takes them in stride as a cost of doing business. He gets it.

But what of the good guy, the person who has spent his life abiding the law, doing what he’s supposed to do, working in a normal job and perceiving himself as one of the good guys?  Not only is he ill-equipped to be a criminal defendant, but everything about his new status flies in the face of his world-view.  He’s spent his life on the good side of the curve, and suddenly find himself on the bad side. He has no clue how to manage it. Continue reading →

A System of Your Own (Update)

Don’t like how the criminal justice system works? Think it’s replete with corruption and lies?  It just doesn’t do what you think it should do?  No problem. Just create one of your own!!!

In Bozeman, Montana, a group of locals decided to hold a meeting at the public library to decide what to do.  Via the Bozeman Daily Chronicle:

A meeting is scheduled at the Bozeman Public Library at 1:30 p.m. Saturday with a presentation and vote to decide if a common law grand jury should be in Gallatin County, said Averil Heath, who is coordinating the effort. A similar meeting is planned at 10 a.m. Saturday at the Livingston Public Library for a common law grand jury in Park County.

“I believe that justice is not being served, and there is a great deal of corruption taking place and no one is being held accountable,”  [Averil] Heath said. Continue reading →

The Rhyming Irrelevance of Rap

The evidence that Vonte Skinner murdered Lamont Peterson was shaky, enough so that the first trial ended in a hung jury.  But the second trial included the introduction of evidence that defied everything a lawyer thought he knew about evidence.

[T]he most significant issues concern the admission of defendant’s rap lyrics that were found in the car he was driving at the time of his arrest. Prior to defendant’s first trial the judge ruled, over defendant’s objections, that the State could introduce the selections with specified redactions. Defendant wrote the lyrics over a period of several years. The State pointed to one lyric written after September 2005, but conceded that others were written as many as three to four years prior to this crime. The jury was not given any information about when the lyrics were written.

At this trial, the State referenced the rap lyrics in its opening and introduced them in its case in chief to establish defendant’s motive and intent, not in response to an attack on the State’s evidence. Continue reading →

A Voice of Reason

Some weird hits came in a few days ago from a “disqus” comment thread at a board I hadn’t heard of before.  This isn’t particularly unusual, as there is no telling where or why a link to a post is going to end up in an unusual place.

In this instance, it was a Catholic-based bulletin board discussing overmilitarization of police based on the purchase of an army surplus armored vehicle, segueing into Radley Balko’s excellent book, The Rise of the Warrior Cop.  A couple of links to posts here involving police misconduct were tossed in for support.  They elicited this reaction:

Can you please cite to some factual sources that actually support your generalization that “police murder or rape people in their custody”? The simple justice link you provided is so overtly biased, inflammatory and hysterical that it’s nothing more than a rant and doesn’t merit serious consideration.  Tons of opinion, very few facts.  The fact that you’re calling an anal cavity search RAPE doesn’t lend you credibility, either. Continue reading →

Schools Have Rules: Disparate Impact Edition

When left to their own discretion, school administrators were the target of reproach for applying rules inconsistently.  Much like the push for federal sentencing guidelines, the theoretical expectation is that there be a foolish consistency in the punishment of students and defendants based upon easily quantifiable metrics.  Bureaucracy loves easily quantifiable metrics, as it enables clerks to check boxes rather than think.

Thus was born the zero tolerance approach of schools toward whatever bogeyman was destroying America’s youth.  Lest this sound unduly flip, the rationale which found some justification when addressing heroin was applied with equal force for ibuprophen.  No drugs means no drugs. That’s how zero tolerance rolls. Continue reading →

#ReinventLaw: A Caricature Debates A Strawman

Soon after #ReinventLaw’s dog and pony show, I suggested that it was sad and pathetic that the gurus of the Future of Law couldn’t bear the thought of scrutiny.  They adored themselves so much that they threw parties to celebrate their fabulosity, but the only people invited were those who loved them as much. It’s what Marco Randazza liked to call a circle jerk.

So I made an offer. If they truly believed they had the goods, then I would be willing to give of my time to provide balance to their hallelujah choir. If their ideas were sound, they would withstand scrutiny.  If not, then, well, not.

In a few weeks, the #ReinventLaw dog and pony show comes to New York City.  As it happens, that’s where I am. Opportunity knocks, right? So I waited by the mailbox for my invitation to speak.  And I waited. I’m waiting still. Continue reading →