On behalf of the plaintive side of the equation, I have only two anecdotal data points (unrelated, but similar cases: mine and a former classmate and friend of mine) with which I am familiar and can speak somewhat authoritatively. Tally: My case: 100% factually innocent; Former classmate’s case: almost certainly 100% factually innocent. So, in my somewhat limited and perhaps biased experience, the prosecution got it wrong 100% of the time. Hard for me to fathom some defense attorneys claiming such a paucity of wrongly accused clients throughout their careers.
Ironically, I always was, and continue to be an advocate for harsh sentences for criminals and the advancement of virtually all tough on crime measures. Unlike before, however, I now see the fallibility of our adversarial trial system and believe greater measures are needed to prevent wrongful prosecution. Our judicial system has cracks in it; I just didn’t see them before.
My case in a nutshell: I was the target of an elaborate and costly FBI sting operation (part of a misguided, politically driven, federal initiative); federal grand jury found probable cause to indict me (guess I’m no better than a ham sandwich); overzealous prosecuting attorney threatens trumped up charges, seeks at least 8-year prison sentence and ~$10-million restitution; deplete entire life savings to pay for a pretty good (i.e. expensive) defense team, followed by a first-rate (i.e. uber-expensive) defense team over a two year period (I knew I was going to have to put plans of buying my dream 17’ bass boat on the back burner, when, within 5 minutes of talking to the first attorney—the cheap one—he said, matter of factly, “you need to wire me $50,000 by next Wednesday and another $25,000 for our private investigator and consultant team”); $50k flush attorney tells me to expect visit from FBI in near future, orders me to not talk to them, but instead to immediately put them on the phone to him…I, wishing to nip the government’s innocent misunderstanding of the salient facts in the bud, don’t heed attorneys advice and proceed to give agents Rambo and Balboa a chalkboard lesson in my office (big mistake, make mental note to not listen to gut in future); AUSA offers me a “honey” of a plea agreement: 18-months house arrest, $500,000 restitution (no money left after paying for your defense?, no problem, the government graciously puts you on a kick-ass payment plan)…oh, and you won’t be able to practice in your profession—ever again. I refuse the deal; my team chomps at the bit, trying to convince me to go to trial (“there’s no such thing as a slam dunk defense case, but yours is a close as it gets, this is a winnable case” then, the appeal to righteous indignation kicker, “don’t let them get away with this, they’ll just do it to others like you”); “Sorry, guys and gal, going to trial is not an option for me, we need another option” (I could almost read their collective minds, “no plea bargain…and no trial?, we’re kind of running out of options here , hombre”); on advice of consultant, hire new defense team—bigger guns get immediate “new and improved” plea agreement offer: 12 months house arrest (where do they put the electronic collar, ankle, neck or scrotum?), $350,000 restitution…and, still can’t practice in your profession—ever again; I decline offer; Team arranges a test polygraph before offering it to prosecution—I pass, no deception…didn’t even need a beta-blocker or a tack in my shoe; Tell team I want them to ask for a proffer for me (FBI’s already visited, threatened and tried flipping half my friends, colleagues, employees and others; prosecutor’s proffered the other half—why don’t they want to chat with me? Is it my breath?)…team tells me a proffer is extremely risky (“they’ll twist what you say and are only looking for things to make their case stronger”), but I insist and they make the offer. Next day they tell me the ASUA’s charming reply: “I don’t want to see him, hear him or smell him, tell your client to take the plea agreement or I’ll see him in court, then off to prison”; “Well, tell Mr. Grouchy Pants that he’s officially off my Christmas list and that I respectfully decline both his plea agreement and his invitation to spar with him in court…no, don’t really tell him that, I’m just kidding”; over next few weeks I (with the help of my consultant) shoot a “why I’m innocent” video and type out a 32-page, single spaced “here’s the errors in your prosecutorial fact finding venture” paper (using different titles, of course), then ask my team to try delivering them, in person, to the AUSA, and see what, if anything, happens. They tell me it’s a mistake—he probably won’t accept it and if he does, will just be looking for more things to bolster their case. After viewing the tape, reading the paper and suggesting a handful of edits, however, they agree that my points are persuasive and promise to attempt delivery; AUSA accepts video and paper and we don’t hear back from him for two weeks; get call from lead attorney who puts me in conference mode with rest of team (three more attorneys, two private investigators and a professional consultant)…they don’t sound stoic and grim, like they usually do…hmm…in fact, they kinda sound…happy. They all start talking over each other: “are you sitting down?”, “got some fantastic new for you”, “you really deserve this after all this time”, “we’ve never seen anything like this succeed before!”, “they are not going to indict you”, “all charges dropped!”, “congratulations, you are one lucky bastard”, “when can we expect your last payment of $12,000?”, “time for you to celebrate.”
Lucky? Really? …I did *nothing *wrong—nothing; I was guilty of no crime—against the federal government, the state or even nature; I lost two years of my life defending trumped up, false charges—time taken away from my young children, the youngest of whom was going through an ordeal worse than mineand in need of a full time, focused dad; 20 years of hard earned life savings—gone in the blink of an eye; marriage mortally and irreparably damaged; profession that took 12 nose-to-the-grindstone and expensive years to prepare for—down the tubes. Let me blow on your dice, I’m Mr. Lucky all right.
…and, I didn’t even get a “whoops, our bad, sorry ‘bout that” from my accuser (s). AUSA continues showboating his dog and pony show, busting white collar crime and feeding pithy quotes to the news outlets at every opportunity.
Sidebar: The “long version” of my two year jaunt through the federal judicial system highlights many of what I feel are egregious incidences of trial system failures, in need of overhaul. Since on extended forced “hiatus” from my career, I had time to jot down a few notes on my legal experiences and that grew into a nearly 400 page first draft for a book, started as therapy, but continuing with an eye toward publication when I began to enjoy reading what I was writing and thought others may too (besides, I thought I may soon need some revenue to finance my forthcoming restitution payment plan). I pitched the idea to a publisher and his sobering advice had me shelve my literary aspirations for good. In essence, his advice can be distilled thusly: “are you Paris Hilton?”, “is the prosecuting attorney a vampire?”, “did you include recipes for quick weight loss?“, “are the FBI agents, by chance, co-joined sadomasochistic dwarfs?” No, no, no and no? Well, who the hell exactly do you think will buy your book, your mom? Point taken; back to the drawing room…
Lucky. Well, compared to my old classmate and long lost friend—let’s call him Tom—, maybe I was lucky. He and I moved to different states and lost touch with each other years ago. But, after searching online for cases similar to mine, his name popped up and my jaw dropped reading the news accounts. He was ensnarled in the same federal witch-hunt that I was, but his ordeal took a different, more tragic, course than mine. Like me, Tom did not fit the profile of someone inclined to commit high crimes nor misdemeanors. He was a nice hard-working guy, unassuming, honest to a fault, integrity out the wazoo—a family man with high standards and impeccable ethics. I don’t for a minute believe Tom was guilty of the charges levied against him. Some people you can take at face value and no matter how much time passes, you just know their integrity will persist intact and unscathed.
The news account went into detail about the stress and strain Tom was under from his indictment and pending trial. It mentioned the breakup of his marriage and his wife leaving him for someone else (someone of mid-level notoriety, hence the news story popping up on an internet search). Unlike me, Tom was indicted and had a pending trial date—a trial date that, unfortunately, never materialized. My old classmate and former friend exercised a third option besides plea bargain or trial; he went into the woods, put the business end of his hunting shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His ordeal was over. What a waste of a good life.
Always been pro all things American, still am for the most part. Love the land, the people and the democracy. Even got some love for the executive and even legislative branches of government…Judicial branch? Not so much any more.