Fifty years ago today, the United States Supreme Court issues its ground-breaking decision in Gideon v. Wainwright, holding that an indigent defendant in a criminal trial has a fundamental right to counsel. Yet 50 years later, we find ourselves still waiting for the promise Justice Hugo Black made to Clarence Earl Gideon to be kept.
In anticipation of this day, a great many thoughtful articles have been written about the failure, chronicling courts today where defendants are routinely denied competent counsel, whether for the lack of any counsel at all, counsel sufficiently interested to be competent or counsel capable of being competent while carrying massive caseloads. Andrew Cohen wrote a brilliant piece for The Atlantic, and even the New York Times captured the despair of the empty promise.
Listening in on a press briefing last week to Jonathan Rapping, head of Gideon’s Promise, formerly the Southern Public Defender Training Center, he noted that the empty promise can be attributed to a lack of funding, political will and systemic concern, all of which are clearly true.
It struck me that the failure of Gideon’s promise, as reflected in Rapping’s three roots, comes from one common source: the American public lacks any recognition that it is their rights, their life, at stake.
As the pseudonymous Gideon has pounded home at A Public Defender, every person in this nation is a mere unlucky step away from arrest and prosecution. We are a nation of overwhelming criminalization, committing three felonies a day, with an incarceration rate dwarfing all others. Do people connect the dots? Do they care?
I asked a question of Rapping, whether there was any individual or group who spoke for the rights of indigent defendants on a national level. He said there was not.
District attorneys have a national group. So do police. Even police chiefs have their own association, though theirs is international. Yet public defenders remain fragmented, small groups fighting daily for their survival, or individuals without any group connection at all.
Granted, politicians rarely run for office proudly noting the endorsement of their local public defenders, though the Police Union endorsement is often displayed front and center. The reason is purely pragmatic, that voters support law enforcement, which they perceive to be meaningful to their lives. Public defense is at best an entitlement to some misbegotten poor criminal, and at worst a detrimental force in society that releases rapists and killers to harm good, hard-working, law-abiding citizens in their beds at night.
It’s not that we have lost the public relations battle, but that we have surrendered without a fight.
Until the American people come to understand and appreciate what Gideon means to them personally, individually, and realizes that it touches their life or the life of a loved one, there will never be funding, political will or systemic concern.
People who already share a concern for the criminal justice system may not appreciate that the vast majority of Americans neither know nor care about much of anything beyond the handful of issues that touch their daily lives. Until they, or someone they care about, finds themselves on the wrong end of an indictment, it isn’t important enough to them to take up space on the small plate of things they’re concerned about. It should be, as they learn when their luck runs out and they find themselves outraged at a system they’ve been told is the best ever created, but by then it’s too late.
What is missing from this mix is an effort to grab the public’s heart and mind, to educate people as to the meaning of Gideon’s promise to them personally, to their children, their friends, their neighbors. Just as law enforcement has sold its merit to the public, so too must the defense of the accused poor. Until the public shares a sense of personal need with the defense function and the representation of the poor, there will never be funding, political will or systemic concern. The factory will continue to grind out justice as quickly and cheaply as possible, and there will no one to complain about it.
There are many leaders in the ranks of indigent defense, but no one has yet emerged as a national leader, a spokesman, a teacher. True, they are tied up in the trenches, fighting for crumbs, trying cases, trying to lighten the absurd caseloads of their offices. Who has the time to mount a larger effort when there are human beings marched in and out of courtrooms without meaningful representation?
Fifty years have gone by since Gideon. It’s time that the battle for the hearts and minds of Americans is joined. It’s time for a national coalition, a national leader, to emerge, to force the public to see that they are each a mere step away from being Clarence Earl Gideon. Until that happens, the fight in the trenches will never be on a level playing field, never be fair, never end, and the promise of Gideon will not be kept. Fifty years of silence is too long. Who will speak for Gideon?
Privacy: Sold For A Shiny Gadget
Bruce Schneier, perhaps the foremost authority on internet privacy, has sad bad news. It’s gone. The internet is now officially a surveillance state, and the shame is that we gave it away. From CNN :
The Internet is a surveillance state. Whether we admit it to ourselves or not, and whether we like it or not, we’re being tracked all the time. Google tracks us, both on its pages and on other pages it has access to. Facebook does the same; it even tracks non-Facebook users. Apple tracks us on our iPhones and iPads. One reporter used a tool called Collusion to track who was tracking him; 105 companies tracked his Internet use during one 36-hour period.
We’re staring down an apparent dilemma.
Increasingly, what we do on the Internet is being combined with other data about us. Unmasking Broadwell’s identity involved correlating her Internet activity with her hotel stays. Everything we do now involves computers, and computers produce data as a natural by-product. Everything is now being saved and correlated, and many big-data companies make money by building up intimate profiles of our lives from a variety of sources.
Facebook, for example, correlates your online behavior with your purchasing habits offline. And there’s more. There’s location data from your cell phone, there’s a record of your movements from closed-circuit TVs.
This is ubiquitous surveillance : All of us being watched, all the time, and that data being stored forever. This is what a surveillance state looks like, and it’s efficient beyond the wildest dreams of George Orwell.
We love computers. We love what computers have done for our lives. Whether it’s watching Youtube, chatting it up with our virtual pals or finding a pair of shoes, the computer is integral to our existence. And as Schneier tells us, the computer knows everything about us. We’ve told the computer everything about us when we let Facebook (or whatever your favorite may be) into our lives.
And in return, we got some new shoes, a friend named Joe327 and hours of laughing at kitteh videos.
Was it worth the trade? Society has responded with a resounding YES!!! Most of us have known for quite a while that we’re leaving behind footprints that tell anyone interested in knowing all about us, yet continue to use the internet with abandon. We may have no real grasp of how all this technology works, but we know we’ve sacrificed our privacy for the convenience and fun of shiny gadgets.
To their credit, some technology companies have refused the government’s efforts to hand over our deepest secrets upon demand. But it’s not exactly a foolproof method of protecting privacy, as businesses have other concerns than keeping our privacy ours.
This isn’t something the free market can fix. We consumers have no choice in the matter. All the major companies that provide us with Internet services are interested in tracking us. Visit a website and it will almost certainly know who you are; there are lots of ways to be tracked without cookies. Cellphone companies routinely undo the web’s privacy protection.
Fixing this requires strong government will, but they’re just as punch-drunk on data as the corporations. Slap-on-the-wrist fines notwithstanding, no one is agitating for better privacy laws.
Strong government will? The last thing the government wants is our privacy to be left intact. It makes law enforcement so much harder, when the total loss of privacy allows unfettered access to whatever information makes their case.
So, we’re done. Welcome to a world where Google knows exactly what sort of porn you all like, and more about your interests than your spouse does. Welcome to a world where your cell phone company knows exactly where you are all the time. Welcome to the end of private conversations, because increasingly your conversations are conducted by e-mail, text, or social networking sites.
And welcome to a world where all of this, and everything else that you do or is done on a computer, is saved, correlated, studied, passed around from company to company without your knowledge or consent; and where the government accesses it at will without a warrant.Welcome to an Internet without privacy, and we’ve ended up here with hardly a fight.
Schneier doesn’t write this to make us feel bad, or stupid. He writes this because we’ve allowed ourselves to be screwed without putting up a fight. This is a challenge to every computer user, emailer, kitten video lover, to stop giving our privacy away for free.
We’re done, but only for the moment. We can become undone if computer users (read: everyone) stop enjoying the miracles of modern technology long enough to give a damn about modern reality. Rather than vote for the politician who want to protect your guns or take them away, protect a women’s right to chose or outlaw abortions, protect a scientific education that isn’t dictated by someone’s bible, we can start demanding that our elected officials start protecting our privacy from our government. We still get to vote, you know.
Schneier nails down two immutable facts: first, we are now a computer based society, and they are pervasive in our lives. This isn’t going away. Second, technology knows everything about us.
We are still at the infancy of technology, and can still change the path we’ve gone down that offers up every aspect of our privacy for the pleasure of internet convenience. The death of privacy and the joy of technology do not have to co-exist. We’ve allowed it to happen because we were so transfixed by shiny gadgets that we couldn’t divert our eyes long enough to see the consequences.
But we have a long future ahead of us, and computers will be a part of it. Unless you have no problem with the government knowing what porn you’re pulling up on Google when no one else is around, you better start caring about this issue and acting on it. We do not have to give up privacy for the internet. We are not yet done.
Two Professions, Both Calling Themselves Lawyers
Despite the amount of fodder that appears on these pages, I also have discussions with friends that aren’t in the public eye about the issues that concern us. One friend, Stephanie West Allen, who writes a blog called Idealawg and often sends me emails to let me know about absurd conferences for lawyers that have absolutely nothing to do with law or serving clients, wrote something that gave me pause:
I think there are two professions now, both calling themselves lawyers. Different notions of such things as the role of the client (i.e., client service), definition and scope of the word “service,” and most of all the importance of the lawyers’s happiness and his right to life’s fun not balanced with too many responsibilities.In short, a completely different concept of rights and responsibilities.Troubling . . .
Aside: It’s true that not all the futurists are concerned only about new toys, and some are deeply concerned about the welfare of others and finding ways to overcome existing failures in the law to address unmet needs. But the demand that I murder 1,000 words to provide a comprehensive explanation that meets their detailed approval ignores the core of the message, mired in the same old shiny toy nonsense, and isn’t going to happen. If they want praise, they will have to give it to themselves. That they demand I do it for them is absurd, and not going to happen.
Shortly afterward, I was assaulted by someone I don’t know on twitter, something that’s been happening with increasing regularity, to debate the merit of my views. Apparently, I am required to debate all comers on twitter, as far as they’re concerned. While I usually respond, mostly with a shrug which doesn’t translate well to twitter, I’m not inclined to get embroiled, both because twitter is a terrible medium for serious discussion and I feel no obligation to spend my day twitting with angry, incomprehensible people I don’t know.
But one fellow who challenged me on twitter made Stephanie’s point.
This may be one of the saddest, most appalling things I’ve experienced in my time on twitter or blawging, that there exists within the legal profession a wing, a group, for whom the concept of “hard work, competence, zealous representation and client service” means “basically there’s no future.”
For quite a while, it’s been clear that there are lawyers and those who, when faced with the hard work of developing a practice, including the competencies that are required to do so, aren’t up to the task.
This is reflected in the nonsense promoted by the cadre of young lawyers who can’t practice law, so they marketing themselves to foolish and desperate lawyers as rainmaker coaches who can teach them how to get rich as a lawyer without their life sucking.
Or Alexis Neely’s pale reflection, Rachel Rodgers. Of course, it must have sucked when Alexis went bankrupt. But they have a future, as Mitch Kowalski might define it. They are selling snake oil because they couldn’t sell law. And there are lawyers buying what they’re selling.
Stephanie was right, there are two groups that are co-existing under the title of lawyer, but the two groups look nothing alike. It’s unclear when the schism happened, though it’s been coming for years as one group found the work too hard, the time it took to gain experience and achieve incremental success too long. But the core difference wasn’t all about the lawyer, but the client.
Either the future of law is about making lawyers happy or serving clients. If the former, then lawyer happiness is a priority. If a gadget makes the lawyers life more convenient, then the gadget becomes his future of law. If it’s about making money, then any gimmick that makes a lawyer money becomes the future of the law.
Even those who believe it’s all about altruism, notably the proponents of open information for everyone about the law, so they can be their own lawyers as if the only thing needed is access to caselaw to make someone capable of managing their affairs and handling their litigation, thus bringing about the end of lawyers, believe they’ve stumbled upon the future of the law. But they won’t be there to pick up the pieces of the lives ruined by their well-intended by misguided effort.
Stephanie point out to me that there are two words that never find their way into the heads of these lawyers who are dedicated to their marketing and futurist delusions: client service. One groups believes that the only reason for lawyers to exist is to serve their clients. The other believes that clients exist so lawyers can get paid. It’s a fundamental philosophical difference. They deny it vehemently, because their religion demands it. There must be a new way, a cool way, an easier way, a faster way, a better way. There must be.
The problem is the we are all called lawyers. The problem is that people who need our help can’t distinguish the group that believes in “hard work, competence, zealous representation and client service” from the group that thinks such archaic notions mean “there’s no future.”
Perhaps we need a new word to distinguish between those lawyers who believe that they have joined a noble profession whose purpose is to serve clients, and those who pray to the iPad or the unsucky life or a future where we no longer have to work hard. But for now, we are all called lawyers, though we are not the same.
To Tell The Truth
While lawyers for the Aurora shooter, James Holmes, weren’t prepared to commit to a plea on his behalf, following Judge William Sylvester’s rejection of motions relating to his coerced waiver of constitutional rights should he pursue an insanity defense, the court entered a “not guilty” plea on his behalf. But Sylvester also added a needle to the mix :
A Colorado judge has approved the administration of “truth serum” to accused mass killer James Holmes, should he plead insanity. The unspecified drug would be used to assess Holmes’ state of mind at the time of the shootings and potentially reveal whether he is faking mental illness. Can you prove that someone is sane by drugging them?
Not reliably. The most likely drug that prosecutors would use on Holmes is sodium amobarbital, also known as sodium amytal. It has dozens of psychiatric applications, but it doesn’t seem to do any of them particularly well.
Like a bad made-for-TV movie, the hurdles to mounting an insanity defense are bordering on crazier than this mass murderer. According to the piece in Salon, the drug of choice is sodium amobarbital:
To conduct a so-called narcoanalytic interview, psychiatrists put the patient on an intravenous drip of sodium amobarbital until he slurs his speech or shows some other manifestation of the drug’s effects. The questions are easy at first—What is your name? How old are you? Where are you right now?—then progress to the incident the interviewer is focused on. The psychiatrist often uses emotionally evocative questioning to startle the subject into disclosing suppressed memories of the event. While experts debate the procedure’s effectiveness in general, everyone agrees that narcoanalytic interviews are useless on certain people. Some subjects fall asleep before the interviewer gets to the important questions, while others are so punchy that their responses are gibberish.
At the New Scientist, speculation as to the “truth serum” centers on sodium pentothal and oxytocin, both of which it concludes are largely worthless. Regardless of which drug a government-chosen psychiatrist may prefer to inject into Holmes given the court’s approval of a “narcoanalytic interview,” yet another constitutional question arises:
The possible use of truth drugs is a surprising development in the Holmes trial, says Jason Odeshoo at law firm Jenner & Block in Chicago, Illinois. He says the value of such drugs in this particular case is unclear. “Regardless of their effectiveness, administering truth serums arguably violates an individual’s rights under the US constitution,” he says. “However, the constitutional implications of using a truth serum to test an insanity plea are less clear.”
This turn of events not only subjects the defendant to interrogation in defiance of his 5th Amendment rights, but now subjects him to drug-induced confession, regardless of the dubious merit of the narcoanalytic possibilities.
As troubling as the compelled confession of a defendant interposing an insanity defense may be, the idea that he would be subject to undergo drug-induced confession takes it to a whole, new level. Adding the dubious efficacy of the method, and it’s just, well, nuts.
It seems that these outlandish measures are all to avoid the possibility that Holmes is not guilty by reason of insanity, such that he will be Hinkley’d and spend decades, if not the rest of his life, in a secure psychiatric facility. Because that’s so much fun and nobody in Colorado would get the satisfaction of hearing the word “guilty” and the comfort of the imposition of sentence. Would it be so awful that this defendant, who engaged in conduct so utterly crazy and horrible that it defies any rational explanation, would be found insane?
As was the case with Gilberto Valle, the “cannibal cop,” there will be few who will feel the slightest sympathy for Holmes given the enormity of the harm and pain he caused. Yet, it’s the case of the despised defendants where the law takes a headlong dive to the bottom, where rulings for the least sympathetic defendant are made and create the precedent that is later applied to defendants who are nowhere near as hated. We do not challenge the rulings because we think well of a psycho mass murderer, but because of the next defendant who will be subject to a narcoanalytic interview because it was unfashionable to object to it here.
The public perception is that there is something fundamentally wrong with a system that would allow James Holmes to “get away with it” by a finding of not guilty by reason of insanity. This is the driving force behind the changes in Colorado law following the Hinckley assassination attempt, and the cavalier evisceration of constitutional rights as the price of pleading the defense.
Or maybe it’s the public bloodlust for executing our most despised defendants that stands in the way or realizing that there is no joy to be found in a life in an insane asylum. And yet, the court has done everything possible to make the price of an insanity plea as onerous as possible.
Ironically, the only thing that could make the public perception of the criminal justice system worse in light of the horrors of this case would be a reversal on appeal based upon the court’s ruling that the defendant be compelled to have drugs pumped into his veins so that he can be made to tell the truth. If the survivors of this tragedy hate the idea that Holmes might “get away with it,” imagine how bad it would be for this conviction to be reversed.
The New Normal at St. Louis University Law
If there was a way to bet the outcome, I would have gone all in that St. Louis Law School’s interim dean, Tom Keefe, would fail.
Keefe — a local plaintiffs attorney with no previous experience in academia — was appointed in August when former dean Annette Clark resigned after clashing with University President Lawrence Biondi over law school funding and autonomy.The problems, at least on the surface, included his use of language deemed “inappropriate” among academics, his maintenance of his private law practice and his failure to get along with tenured faculty.
Keefe immediately ruffled feathers when he told a reporter that he was not Biondi’s “butt boy” and announced that he would maintain his private law practice while serving as dean. Keefe is a longtime supporter of the law school and a friend of Biondi.
Keefe acknowledged that he was not a good fit for the job, telling the Post-Dispatch that he and the tenured faculty members were “like oil and water.” He also acknowledged making comments that others found inappropriate or that could be seen as sexual harassment.
“Our tears are not deep,” said the faculty member, noting that Keefe never really grasped how a law faculty functions, but did a better job at relating to students.
While it may be that the friction between Keefe and the faculty was well-grounded, was there really any chance that it would end any other way? Consider his epitaph at ground zero of legal academia, The Faculty Lounge :
It is regrettable for the folks at SLU Law (faculty, students, staff, and alumni) that it has come to this. At the same time, the episode provides a splendid example of how things can go wrong when a university administrator disregards the appropriate role of the faculty regarding a decision of enormous importance to a law school.
After all, what could possibly be worse than disregarding the appropriate role of the faculty in appointing a dean? Law school is nothing if not the turf of the professoriate, the hallowed halls of scholarship. Keefe was doomed from the start because he was not approved by the faculty. The rest, such as his talking like a human being rather than in the dulcet, “appropriate” tones of scholars, provide excellent excuses, but the real reason is plain. He wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t their choice. They would crush him. And they did.
It may be that Keefe was an awful dean, and that his demise was the proper outcome regardless of anything else. This really isn’t about Keefe, per se, as it is about the calls for change in legal education, where the legal academy says it’s willing to incorporate more practical education into the curriculum, and that even lawprofs whose practice experience spans a clerkship and a year or two as a baby associate are fully capable of imparting their practical wisdom to law students. “We can do it,” they cry, eschewing the nasty, dirty practitioner’s doubts of their capabilities.
But what happens when a practicing lawyer is introduced into the mix as dean? The scholars aren’t happy. They don’t invite him to dinner. They don’t support his efforts. They hate him from the first day he steps foot in the office, sabotage him at every turn, and tell him not to let the door hit him in the butt on the way out. See? Practitioners have no place in our Academy. They aren’t one of us.
Even the daring faculty member who was bold enough to utter “our tears aren’t deep,” but not so courageous as to put his name to his words, concedes that the practicing lawyer “did a better job at relating to students.” To some, this seems to be rather critical, a big deal. Did the faculty care?
For all the academic posturing, the demise of the practicing lawyer dean is a harsh dose of reality. Practicing lawyers don’t speak like scholars; they say things that professors find vulgar and brutish, expressing actual thoughts in a language that makes scholarly ears burn. “Butt boy”? How awful. Of course, real people talk that way, using ordinary words to express ideas, but in the bastion of political correctness, propriety and nuanced expression, where no one can ever utter a harsh word, outrage is sure to ensue.
Yet, had Keefe somehow adopted the scholar’s penchant for understatement, he still would have been despised for his lack of scholarship, his banal pedigree, his lack of adoration of the things that make scholars feel vital. We are not the same species, and in a law school, the faculty rules.
Pretty much everyone agrees that changes are needed, that the good years of tons of applicants filling as many seats as schools could jam into a classroom, while scholars spend their many free hours thinking deep thoughts about important theories that no judge will ever read. Faced with declining enrollment, a moribund job market, the realization that their scholarly works are neither read nor appreciated by anyone other than their tenure committee and the potential that they too will see the business end of the door if they don’t make school work better, academics are coming to grips with the monster they’ve built on the backs of law students. You can always tell the law students from the faculty, as they’re the ones in debt.
They’re not going down without a fight, however. They beat Tom Keefe, even though he was able to relate to the law students, young men and women who wanted to be lawyers. They circle their wagons on lawprof blogs and lawprof conferences about how they, and they alone, will manage to change law schools to the New Normal without the interference of practicing lawyers. They can do it. They don’t need us. They don’t want us. They don’t like us.
Actually, they despise us. We are everything they’re not. We do what they teach. And if we try to stick our nose into their world, the same thing will happen to us as happened to Tom Keefe. That’s the New Normal. Get used to it.
Saldate’s Word
Good enough to put Debra Milke to death at the time, Armondo Saldate, Jr. was a cop who knew how to make a case stick. His trick was simple, and played right into the hands of a flawed system. Set up the confession so no one but him hears it, then put a ribbon on it for the jury and make it a swearing contest between cop and killer. It’s a done deal.
Except Saldate’s history finally caught up with him, a mere 22 years after Debra Milke was sentenced to death for the murder of Christopher, her 4-year-old son, when a court finally took issue with the prosecution’s concealment of Saldate’s massive history of misconduct and deceit that was never disclosed at trial. You know the joke, Saldate and Brady walk into a bar, and nobody knows.
In his concurrence to his own majority opinion at the 9th Circuit, Judge Alex Kozinski writes of the trouble :
This is a disturbing case. There’s no physical evidence linking Debra Milke to the crime, and she has maintained her innocence since the day she was arrested. Neither of the men who actually did the killing testified against Milke. Roger Scott refused to testify because his “testimony would not be what he felt was the truth.” After spending many years on death row, James Styers continued to insist that “Debbie had nothing to do with it and thats [sic] the truth.” The only evidence linking Milke to the murder of her son is the word of Detective Armando Saldate, Jr.—a police officer with a long history of misconduct that includes lying under oath as well as accepting sexual favors in exchange for leniency and lying about it.
Judge Kozinski goes on to describe what he calls Saldate’s “unorthodox interrogation methods,” together with a litany of other misconduct. There is even a chart in appendix A to the opinion (pages 45 through 53) because it’s too much to follow otherwise,
Noting that Milke’s execution would be based on nothing more than the word of a liar, who studiously avoided any potential that his claims could be disputed by making certain that ordinary evidence, like a recording of her alleged confession, didn’t exist, Judge Kozinski wrote:
No civilized system of justice should have to depend on such flimsy evidence, quite possibly tainted by dishonesty or overzealousness, to decide whether to take someone’s life or liberty. The Phoenix Police Department and Saldate’s supervisors there should be ashamed of having given free rein to a lawless cop to misbehave again and again, undermining the integrity of the system of justice they were sworn to uphold. As should the Maricopa County Attorney’s Office, which continued to prosecute Saldate’s cases without bothering to disclose his pattern of misconduct.
As much as Judge Kozinski’s plain talk and clear grasp of the problem is refreshing, it’s strikingly inadequate. You see, Debra Milke was convicted and sentenced to death in 1990. The number of official hands this case passed through, from the date of her arrest to the grant of habeas corpus by the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals on March 14, 2013, is beyond counting. Milke was the mother of a murdered 4-year-old who spent that time in a cell awaiting execution. And not until Judge Kozinski spelled out in excruciating detail the wrongs that happened did any cog in the wheel of our justice system give a damn.
This isn’t a success story. Judge Kozinski’s opinion doesn’t validate the system. It condemns it, though he doesn’t go that final step, despite excoriating so many who could have stopped this outrage from happening, and concluding that the system and each and every one of the official participants, failed. The system is a failure and cannot be trusted to determine guilt.
At Popehat , Ken explained the failure thus:
She spent that time there because the criminal justice system — which is required to accord to people like Debra Milke a presumption of innocence — instead accords to people like Armando Saldate, Jr. a presumption of truth. The system — and at least some of its participants — give that presumption freely because Saldate and his cohorts wear a badge and a gun. They do so no matter how many times Saldate and his cohorts show they are unworthy of the presumption.
He notes that the cop, Saldate, and prosecutors who covered him up, will suffer no consequences. But what of the judges? What of the jurors, the ones so many of you think will nullify bad law if only they knew of their power to do so?
There will be no consequences for anyone, other than Debra Milke whose son is dead and life is lost. And yet the system, the one that allowed and enabled this travesty to happen and be perpetuated for more than two decades, will emerge unscathed as well.
And tomorrow, the same players, cops, prosecutors, judges and jurors, will be asked to play their roles in what is euphemistically called the criminal justice system. If insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, then Judge Kozinski should have said so.
The reason I lay this particular problem on Alex Kozinski is that he is one of the few people with the power to alter the course of disaster who shows interest and willingness to do what every other player in this fiasco refused to do. It’s all we’ve got, that one good man who calls out the wrong. Aside from Judge Kozinski, who 22 years later explained the error of Milke’s conviction, the only person who has yet to fail is the executioner.
H/T Spencer Neal, Oregon law Center
Really Simple Sign of the Future
For the handful of lawyers who are actually engaged on a regular basis in reading or writing stuff that shows up on computer screens, the announcement that Google will be killing its RSS Reader was big news. For those unaware, RSS means “really simple syndication,” and unlike many of Google’s efforts to push its way into the marketplace of other people’s good ideas, its RSS reader was, by any definition, a success.
The purpose of an RSS reader is to subscribe to feeds from blogs you read, have them all show up in the same place whenever something new gets posts, and be able to see what’s new without having to go to 10 or 50 or 100 different blogs to check. It was fast and easy, as the name suggests. Simple to use, and for a guy like me, allows me to see the content on 100 blogs in a snap to decide what I want to spend time reading. Without it, reading other blogs took a long time. With it, I could scan 100 blog posts in seconds. Which do you think worked better?
And Google decided to kill it.
Those who adore the future of technology as the future of everything were stunned. This can’t be happening, because it’s the center of the universe and all life depends on technology. And BetaMax is how everyone will watch television. Carolyn Elefant at MyShingle, who is far more optimistic about the benefit of every new-fangled idea than me, took a wider view.
No, Jay Fleischman responds in the comments.So what can we learn from the demise of Google Reader? First, that blogging (at least conversational blogging rather than blogging for SEO) is on the decline (I know that my buddy Kevin O’Keefe will disagree – but hear me out. GoogleReader grew out of Google’s launch of Blogger and provided a tool to make it easier for blogs to gain traffic. Here, my experience is typical; as a long time blogger, I relied heavily on GoogleReader for new stories (particularly when I was pumping out ten to twelve posts a week during my three year stint at Legal Blogwatch.
Yet lately, I’ve noticed that many of the younger people who’ve passed through my office as interns or clerks over the past few years don’t use GoogleReader, relying instead on other services like email alerts or GoogleNews tools to track new events. But then again, many of the younger generation whom I’ve worked with don’t follow blogs much as all, save for the big kahunas like HuffPo or maybe (if they’re lawyers) Above the Law. Indeed, when I recently scolded newbies for not knowing how to blog or set up and track RSS feeds, I didn’t consider the possibility that as a blogger, I’d become passe and needed to be dragged into the 21st Century 3.0 rather than the other way around.
Jay is right, in a way, but reaches the totally wrong conclusion. The blawgosphere was embraced by a relatively small group of people, and it was those people who needed, and used, RSS feeds. Most people, notably including younger people, never became all that involved with blogging. It’s a thing from the early days of the internet, and it has since been subsumed into marketing. Nobody reads marketing crap, and the dead weight of marketers killed the golden goose of blogs.You’re wrong, Carolyn. Blogging isn’t dead, and reports to that effect are nothing more than the usual garbage hauled out whenever there’s a change to the ecosystem.The reality is that RSS never caught on with the real world; it’s not how actual, live, honest-to-goodness human beings find and read stuff online (notice how I did not say, “how people consume online content”). People either arrange for new articles to reach them by email as they are published or they visit the publication online. Some use Twitter to get updates from sites they like.But the only ones who use RSS readers are those in the echo chamber of social media. Ask a client if they use an RSS reader and they’ll look at you cross-eyed.When I ask clients if they read blogs, they have no idea what I’m talking about. But if I ask them if they read a particular site that I know to be a blog, they claim that they do.Heck, even many other lawyers don’t know what the heck RSS or blogging is. We do because we’ve been doing it for longer than more grade-schoolers have been alive.The real world calls it,” writing,” or, “articles.” Those articles are posted on, “websites.”
It’s not that people read blogs, but rely on aggregators (people who create lists of stuff of a particular genre where people can find stories that interest them) rather than RSS fees, or twitter, or direct subscription. These all happen, to some extent, but they reflect disconnected interest and take far too long for anyone who was really interested. These are the means of people who just don’t care too much. These are the reasons RSS was created, because nobody had the time or interest to waste looking for blog posts this way. So I call bullshit.
Years ago, I wrote about how the blawgosphere would eventually stagnate, because nobody had the time to read thousands of blogs.
I hate to be the wet blanket of the blawgosphere (well, not really), but the idea that there can be an ever-expanding universe of blogs strikes me as insane. I recently figured out how to use RSS feeds to monitor the blawgs that interest me on a regular basis, and it has definitely helped to keep track of new blog posts. But even so, it’s a bit overwhelming. And I limit my interests to blogs that offer substantive content. None of these pretend blogs that are only there to scream “hire me!” make the cut. And still there’s just too much.
I believe that this type of overpromotion will end up smothering the blogosphere by its own (dead) weight. Most of these new blogs will bring nothing to the blawgosphere. They will sporadically post primarily self-hype of no interest to anyone, under the mistaken understanding that everyone who gets a blog gets business from it. My notion is that too much garbage in the blawgosphere will drive away anyone who comes by for a look, only to find junk, crap and garbage (or what I would call “marketing”).
Has the time come? It’s been coming for some time, actually. I’ve seen it, not that you would know from me as I just continue to post stuff as I’ve done since 2007. But the herd has thinned considerably, as old-timers got bored and faded away, and new-comers are fewer and thinner. Others have resorted to cheap aggregation to keep their blawgs on life-support, but nobody needs thousands of aggregators. Without content, it’s all crap.
My futurist friends are always angry with me for being so negative and skeptical about every shiny new toy or technology, start-up or new normal. Live through enough 8 tracks and BetaMaxes and you learn not to fawn over anything new. I’ve certainly enjoyed having this blawg, both for the writing outlet as well as the pleasure of hanging out with other blawgers, commenters and readers.
But my vision isn’t obscured by self-interest. Blogs (and blawgs) are so 2000’s. This doesn’t bother me greatly, as people will read SJ if they want to and I’ll continue to write as long as I want to. But Google is a business, and there is no purpose in supporting a dying genre. Blogging has been suffocating under its own weight for a few years now, and anyone who doesn’t depend on social media for their living can see it.
There will be a next new thing, and whether it will stick or be a passing phase has yet to be seen. While a few of us old-timers will continue was once called a blog until everyone has moved on to something else, It’s really simple. One day SJ will fade away and nobody will notice or care.
But not today.
Judge Jed Rakoff: Scrap the Guidelines
Following on EDNY Judge John Gleeson’s scathing “expose” of the United States Sentencing Guidelines as to drugs in Dossie and Diaz, SDNY Judge Jed Rakoff offered his views at the National Institute on White Collar Crime conference sponsored by the American Bar Association in Las Vegas.
“My modest proposal is that they should be scrapped in their entirety and in their place there should be a non-arithmetic, multi-factor test,” he said.
What? Death to the grid? Return judges to their historic function of being judges rather than bean counters?
Rakoff argued that the “fundamental flaw” of the guidelines is they assume every situation can be distilled into a number for the purpose of then calculating a sentence. He called the numbers assigned to various situations “arbitrary.”
For those who don’t spend enough time pondering the merits of the Guidelines, or the affect they have on framing the concept of an appropriate sentence in a federal criminal case, the numbers in cases involving financial crimes are married to loss calculations, the amount of theoretical money involved in any way, with the alleged offense. Not, as one might suppose, the actual loss, or even a fair estimate of the potential loss, but loss in a way that can only get bigger and worse, designed in such a way as to make the loss caused by the theft of a nice pen come out to $1.7 million. A bit of exaggeration, but not much.
Rakoff said he is not opposed to tough sentences, noting that in 2009 he sentenced former lawyer Marc Dreier to 20 years in prison for running a $400 million investment fraud. Prosecutors had sought 145 years.
But he was concerned with “the irrationality of the guidelines, particularly in white-collar cases.”
“This blind emphasis on the loss calculation to the exclusion of everything else leads to bizarre results in case after case after case, Adelson being just one example,” he said.
While post-Booker sentencing allows judges to factor in the legitimate purpose as expressed in the parsimony clause, there remain two problems that pervade criminal sentencing: first, that the Guidelines still influence the general perspective of what constitutes the appropriate sentence, and second, that there are now a great many judges who have never experienced sentencing without the Guidelines, and have come to believe that the numbers, and the astronomically long sentences they push on judges, reflect some sort of meaningfully appropriate length of imprisonment.
In other words, if white collar defendants whose offense involved (under the peculiar definition of the loss calculations) $10 million, then 50 years is an appropriate sentence. Why? Because the Guidelines don’t provide for life plus cancer. That a sentence of that length is outrageously long doesn’t occur to them, as that’s the sort of sentence the Guidelines have mandated throughout their legal and judicial careers. That’s what they consider a “normal” sentence for that crime.
Instead of focusing on numbers, Rakoff said the guidelines should instead be overhauled for a list of factors judges would be required to analyze in writing. They could weigh the factors however they wanted, and the sentences would be subject to a robust appellate review.
“But it would not result in this irrational and in my view terribly dangerous situation we have now where certain factors are just singled out, given artificially inflated numbers and then imposed directly or indirectly on judges,” he said.
Not surprisingly, a spokeswoman for the United States Sentencing Commission reacted by saying
the commission reaffirmed its view that a “strong and effective” guidelines system is the best way to achieve the purpose of the Sentencing Reform Act.
The purpose of the Sentencing Reform Act is to achieve consistency in sentencing, from judge to judge, district to district. Of course, if everybody got 100 years regardless of the nasty details that comprise the factors that otherwise go into disposing of human lives, consistency would be achieved as well. After all, does anything matter more than consistency?
A Really Hard Fall (Update: The Police Definition of a Fall)
According to the San Antonio Current, the hospital staff was under the impression Diego Martinez had been hit by a motorcycle. After all, how else to explain his injuries?
When his girlfriend tracked him down at University Hospital three days after the arrest, doctors mistakenly said Martinez had been “admitted because he was hit by a motorcycle,” and was in serious condition. McDaniel, the lawsuit charges, “knocked out all of [Martinez’s] teeth.” Martinez also suffered “nasal fractures, trauma to his chest and abdomen, swelling in his brain, and numerous bruises and lacerations to his head, chest, abdomen, and extremities.”Except the suit wasn’t against some driver, but San Antonio Police Officer R. McDaniel, who explained the injuries in a report following his stop of Martinez for drunk driving.
McDaniel’s report claims Martinez and his girlfriend passenger both exhibited bloodshot eyes, slurred speech, and were confused when he approached the vehicle. Both, McDaniel writes in his report, stepped out of the car when he went back to his cruiser to run an ID check.
McDaniel writes that he tased Martinez in the back when he refused the officer’s commands.
“I hand cuffed the driver and pulled him from the [west bound] traffic lane where he fell,” McDaniel writes. “Driver was bleeding from a lacerated upper lip and nose where he fell on the asphalt.”
Sound like a familiar story? If so, then the picture of Martinez afterward may remind you of another as well.
What is the possibility that a fall on asphalt could knock out all of Martinez’s teeth, not to mention cause all the other injuries he suffered?
While the police report claims Martinez was injured during a fall, his attorney Christopher Gale provided the Current a letter by John Moore, a local cosmetic dentist who wrote, “In 30 years of practice and tens of thousands of patients I have never seen this much dental, skeletal, and soft tissue damage occur in single fall to the ground.” Martinez’s injuries “required an impact far beyond a fall to the pavement,” Moore wrote.
“It is in my opinion impossible for Diego Martinez to have sustained this much damage in a simple fall and the injuries were more consistent with multiple impacts to the nose and mouth.”
Multiple impacts to the nose and mouth? But “R. McDaniel” says nothing happened except a fall, following a well deserved tase. And why is the cop called “R. McDaniel” rather than Robert or Richie or Raspustin?
When asked whether McDaniel was still on the force or if he had a disciplinary history with the department, an SAPD spokesman told the Current the officer name and badge number, which McDaniel wrote on his police report no less than four times, does not match internal SAPD records. SAPD had yet to explain the discrepancy as of press deadline Monday.
So the reason we lack a first name for the office in question is that SAPD says no such officer exists? Well, not exactly. Even though the SAPD has yet to explain the “discrepancy,” recognizing that it’s a mere discrepancy when a cop fails to use his real name or shield number on his report, the SAPD has reached a conclusion as to a more important matter:
“The incident was fully investigated by the police department and the officer acted appropriately,” said City Attorney Michael Bernard. “The lawsuit is without merit.”
Whew. That’s a relief. Otherwise, one might get the impression that the horrific injuries suffered by Diego Martinez, from having all his teeth knocked out to nasal fractures and cuts to pretty much every part of his body came at the hands of a San Antonio police officer who couldn’t remember his name or shield number correctly. Now we know it was just plain, old vicious asphalt. The people of San Antonio can sleep well again tonight.
Update: Purely fortuitously, there is a video on the KSTP website providing a vivid demonstration of the difference between the police definition of a fall and the way everyone else defines it.
H/T FritzMuffKnuckle
Schiffman, Meet Streisand (Update!!! x4)
Yeshiva University’s vice provost, Lawrence Schiffman, hired a lawyer named Clifford Rieders from Pennsylania, who has some beef with an old post of mine about Raphael Golb being prosecuted for using sock puppets. Oh boy. His lawyer sent out this email:
Law Offices of
Rieders, Travis, Humphrey, Harris,
Waters & Waffenschmidt
161 West Third Street
PO Box 215
Williamsport, PA 17701
…E-MAIL TO: Eugene Volovh [[email protected]]
FROM: Clifford A. Rieders, Esquire
DATE: March 13, 2013
RE: Lawrence Schiffman
CC: Professor Lawrence SchiffmanPlease be advised that the undersigned represents Professor Lawrence Schiffman, previously Professor of Hebrew and Judaic Studies, New York University, Skirball Department of Hebrew and Judaic Studies, now Vice Provost of Yeshiva University.
Dr. Schiffman’s name was the subject of illegal and criminal misconduct by Raphael Golb. Your website has been provided to me as one of the locations where the criminal postings occurred.
Please confirm that within five (5) work days of the date of this email the following will occur:
1. Complete removal of the blog material;
2. Removal of index entries on search engines;
3. Cancellation of fraudulent email accounts;
4. Removal of any other mention or reference to Dr. Schiffman by Mr. Golb or anyone responding to him.We will need your certification as to all efforts made to expunge the material.
I enclose as Exhibit 1 news release by the office of Manhattan District Attorney Robert M. Morgenthau announcing the arrest of the 49-year-old Raphael Golb for creating multiple aliases to engage in the campaign of impersonation and harassment relating to the Dead Sea Scrolls and scholars of opposing viewpoints. Mr. Golb was arrested on charges of identity theft, criminal impersonation, and aggravated harassment.
I am also enclosing as Exhibit 2 letter from Director, Witness Aid Services Unit, District Attorney of the County of New York, providing a temporary order of protection which the court issued in the aforementioned criminal case.
I am advised that Mr. Golb has been convicted and appeals denied. Unfortunately, there continue to be current blogs containing Golb’s fabricated story, as though Dr. Schiffman acknowledged or admitted some wrongdoing. I am enclosing not only a variety of sampling but also the platform, address and the blog as well as URLs.
Please contact me as soon as possible at …
He sent one to me. He sent one to Eugene Volokh. I wasn’t impressed. Eugene wasn’t impressed. He wrote:
The e-mail from Mr. Rieders of course offers no explanation of how this is a “criminal posting[],” because of course it isn’t. Fortunately, I can tell that there is absolutely zero basis for the demand letter; other recipients of the e-mail might not be so lucky.
I generally do not publish letters sent to me, but unfounded demands such as this are an exception. This is especially so because demonstrating the unsoundness of the lawyer’s argument requires showing the entirety of the letter — both the particular language that the letter included (“criminal postings,” the demand for “[c]omplete removal of the blog material,” the demand for “[r]emoval of any other mention or reference to Dr. Schiffman by Mr. Golb or anyone responding to him,” and so on) and what the letter didn’t include (any specific explanation for why the material would indeed be legally actionable).
Eugene is much nicer than I am. Had he not calmly and succinctly explained the email’s massive failing, I would have been constrained to respond, bite me. I am happy to say that because of Eugene’s parsing of the unfounded email, I can maintain my dignity, merely refer to Eugene’s response, and add, “what he said.”
So, what he said. Asshole. I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. Eugene would never use such language. I’m so ashamed.
Update: Apparently, the plot thickens. Just as Rieders is busily trying to sanitize the internet of arguments that might favor Golb and not-so-much favor Schiffman, it turns out that the New York Cout of Appeals (the top court in New York) has granting leave to appeal the affirmance at the Appellate Division. And the Order was just granted a few days ago! What remarkable timing!
It’s not over yet, at least for Rapheal Golb.
Update 2: Yet another twist, this coming from Eugene’s new post at VC :
I e-mailed Mr. Rieders yesterday evening to ask for a comment on the matter, but have not yet heard back from him; I’ll post his response if I do get it.
UPDATE: Mr. Rieders called back and said they checked shortly before sending the e-mail, and didn’t know of anything then about the highest court’s grant of leave to appeal, or even that the petition for leave to appeal had been pending.
In light of Ken at Popehat’s having emailed Rieders, and receiving a response that Rieders knows nothing about any email and to get lost, Rieders response to Eugene emits an unpleasant odor.
While Eugene, lawprof that he is, may bend over backwards to avoid any possibility of suggesting anything inappropriate in the absence of conclusive proof to the contrary, none of this comports with the basic expectation that before a lawyer (not an academic, or a guy with a beef, but a lawyer) sends out an email making representations that Golb is guilty and all appeals have been denied, he would have made pretty darned sure that was accurate. To subsequently not only claim that he knew nothing of the pending petition for leave to appeal, but that it had been granted two days before sending the email, is a problem.
Is it possible? Sure. It doesn’t speak well of Rieders diligence or lawyering skills, but it’s possible. On the other hand, it’s impossible to reconcile his response to Eugene and his response to Ken.
Update 3: The story shifts a little bit more with Eugene’s “correction” to his own update:
UPDATE:
Mr. Rieders called back and said they checked shortly before sending the e-mail, and didn’t know of anything then about the highest court’s grant of leave to appeal, or even that the petition for leave to appeal had been pending.I e-mailed this UPDATE to Mr. Rieders to confirm it with him (I’d read it over the phone during our conversation, but I wanted to check it in writing), and he thought this summary was inaccurate; I therefore thought that I’d instead just quote what he said in the return e-mail: “[A]t the time I sent you the email, there had not yet been any posting about the appeal which we explicitly checked for and the DA had not informed us that anything was pending at yet a second appellate level.”
Why Eugene felt the need to obtain Rieders secondary approval of the update is surprising. Either Rieders said it or he didn’t, and if he said it, then it doesn’t need to be double fact checked, and Eugene doesn’t need Rieders approval to write what he said. Weird.
Still, neither Rieders nor Eugene, for that matter, offers any explanation of why he would make an affirmative representation that was flagrantly false if he didn’t know it to be accurate?
Update 4: And shortly after the above “correction,” Eugene added this to his post:
FURTHER UPDATE: Mr. Rieders e-mails to add, “In the interest of integrity you should also state that this does not dilute our original message that impersonation is improper and those who aide and abet in impersonation may subject themselves to civil liability.” It is my pleasure to quote that.
It appears that things have no come full circle, it being wonderful to see Clifford Rieders show a sudden interest in integrity, even if he struggles to grasp the meaning of the word after having falsely denied he sent the original email to Ken, on top of having actually sent such a ridiculous, ignorant and outrageous threatening demand.
It’s also good to see Eugene reminded why he had a problem with Rieders in the first place. I hope that message is what he meant in his “pleasure to quote that” phrase. I really hope so.
