Last week, a jury found my client guilty of three counts of dangerous crimes against children. I sat next to him in court as the clerk read the verdict, and he broke down before the clerk made it through the second count. He knew he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
This isn’t the first trial I’ve lost. It pains me to say it, but it’s also unlikely to be the last. No matter how hard I try, I’ll probably again have to experience the feeling of knowing someone trusted me with their life and made a gamble that didn’t pay off. It’s a twisting, sinking, hopeless malaise that consumes you. You’re in a nightmare. You know you can wake up, but the person who trusted you can’t. Someone had faith in you. You did your absolute best, and it wasn’t good enough.
The word “guilty” overflowed with significance. My client testified, so “guilty” meant the jurors did not believe him. Twelve people must have unanimously agreed he was lying when he looked them in the eyes and said he did not do the charged acts. “Guilty” meant that my client would never again go for a hike, drink a beer, or even order a meal from a menu.
My client sat next to me crying, and I was incapable of comforting him. I had nothing to offer. There will be a motion for a new trial. He’ll have appeals. From now on, however, the deck is even more stacked against him. This was his best chance to fight for his freedom. I can’t tell him everything is okay because everything is not okay. He heard a word that signified the end of life as he’s known it since the day he was born. I can’t dull the pain or fear for him.
Strange memories of my client popped into my head. I thought about when I visited him the day before Thanksgiving and he said to me, “I hope you have a great turkey day, Matt.” I thought about one witness describing him as being obsessed with Xbox and football. I thought about how on a weekday roughly one year ago he went to the auto parts warehouse where he’d worked for years and began a day just like any other. Instead of working a full day and going home, though, he was arrested before his shift ended and held without bond. He couldn’t have known it at the time, but that was his last day of freedom. He will die in prison.
I know the terrible feeling in my gut will go away eventually. At some point, it will probably be entirely replaced by a desire to make sure this never happens again.
When the jury left to deliberate, I felt good about how the trial went. Now, I agonize over every little thing I could have done better. Details of trial that would’ve escaped my memory forever had I won now pop into my head one after another. After losing, I get the overwhelming feeling that every case can be won with the right defense.
This was a tough case. The state had two recorded confessions from my client, but he insisted he was innocent. Two attorneys before me had heavily pressured him to take the plea. He went through with two settlement conferences, never once even considering the offers the state put on the table. Should I have pressured him more? Would it have made any difference? If I had done something different, could I have won the trial?
The guilty verdict was followed by the aggravation phase. As my client sat there weeping, I felt callous getting back to work. It was work on his behalf, but it didn’t matter. A life sentence is a life sentence. What middle-aged man cares if it’s seventy years or eighty? Aggravation took away an important time for him to come to terms with what was happening. It thrust him back in front of twelve people who just judged him, twelve people who without knowing took away everything he ever knew.
Criminal defense is not an easy job, and it’s never tougher than when you’ve just lost a trial. The only benefit is that a loss leads to reflection. It’s no consolation for my client, but I am never more acutely aware of the lives of the people I represent or the importance of what I’m doing. A loss does more to make me a better lawyer than any win could ever hope to do.
Gotcha!
Thursday, May 27th, 2010When I was in law school, I was fortunate to attend many hours of public defender training. I can still clearly remember the cross-examination teacher describing his technique for impeaching a witness. He recommended something called “the 3 Cs.” The 3 Cs stood for “commit,” “credit,” and “confront.” I don’t know if it’s his thing or something widely known to trial lawyers, but it’s a pretty solid, general approach to impeachment.
Let’s say you have an officer who’s saying something highly incriminating, something that he didn’t put in his police report. You want to impeach him with that omission. Using the 3 Cs technique the teacher recommended, you’d first commit the officer to his current statement. Make sure the judge or jury understands exactly what he’s saying. Second, you’d credit his police report. Make sure the judge or jury realizes that, if what he’s saying had actually happened, it would’ve ended up in the report. Third, you’d confront the officer with the fact he omitted that essential information from his report.
The last C is the “gotcha” moment. Hand the officer the report and ask him to find the part where he says what he’s now saying. He won’t find it because it isn’t there, and he’ll look bad in the process. Gotcha!
I recently saw the 3 Cs in action. The officer testified that he was the one who found contraband in the car, and the defense lawyer immediately (and very obviously) committed the officer to that statement. “So your testimony today is that you were the person who found the contraband in my client’s car?” “Yes,” the officer replied.
Committed! One C down, two to go. Everyone in the room knew what the defense lawyer was going to do.
The defense lawyer then proceeded to do a great job of crediting the officer’s report. He established that the officer had training on how to write a good report. He’d written hundreds. He was detail-oriented. He prided himself on being thorough. The officer knew the prosecutor relied on the report for charging. He knew the defense lawyer relied on the report in preparing his case. The crediting went on and on.
By the end, the defense lawyer had credited the report as being the be-all, end-all of relevant information in the case. Crediting is always the longest part of impeaching with the 3 Cs, and this time it took forever. I couldn’t wait to see that “gotcha” moment.
The defense lawyer strutted up to the stand, gave the officer the report, and asked him, “can you please show me where in your report you mention that that you were the person who found the contraband in my client’s car?” The room was filled with tension as the officer carefully looked through his report. Everyone waited on the edge of the seat for that moment where the impeachment finally came together, then…
“Page 4, paragraph 2, second sentence,” the officer explained.
The defense lawyer, promptly and with great authority, proceeded to end his cross-examination with flair, proudly declaring “I have no further questions your honor!” as if he’d not just had his ass handed to him.
It was a spectacular facepalm moment. It was riotously funny (except for the defense lawyer and his client, of course) and probably the best “gotcha” moment I’ve ever seen in court. It was just reversed.
Turns out the 3 Cs aren’t so helpful when you haven’t read the police report.
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