The Sad Story of My First (Almost) Trial March 2, 2008
I met one of my first clients, let’s call him “Raul,” on the first day I was let off the leash in my department, in mid-January.
Raul was an in-custody client, accused of negligent discharge of a firearm, carrying a loaded firearm in public, and attempted animal abuse. The client wasn’t supposed to be mine, but the assigned PD told me he couldn’t bear to handle an animal abuse case, so he passed it on to me.
Lo-and-behold, Raul wasn’t some awful man - he turned out to be one of the most genuinely-good people I’ve ever met. Given his lack of formal employment and ties to the community, and the nature of the charges, he wasn’t released O.R. But, Raul was unable to post even the modest bail that had been set for him. So, for 30 days, Raul sat in jail.
About a week before trial, my suppression motion was heard - after being uneventfully arrested, the local cops decided to search my client’s home sans warrant (using the “protective sweep” justification, Maryland v. Buie, 494 U.S. 325), where they found the gun and four spent rounds.
The test for protective sweeps under Buie is whether the police have a reasonable belief, based on specific and articulable facts, that the area to be swept harbors an individual posing a danger to the police. Amazingly, the cop didn’t lie (about anything of import) at the suppression hearing, and no such reasonable belief of danger was ever alleged. Suppression motion granted in its entirety!
You’d think this would have slowed the DA down at least a bit, but no dice. He proceeded full-steam ahead. Except for the part about giving me discovery. Despite numerous informal requests and the DA’s insistence that everything had been turned over, I received two supplemental police reports the day before trial.
The same day, I also discovered that the DA had been interviewing government witnesses without any investigator, making no record of those interviews, and refusing to disclose the statements made in the interviews. So on the next morning, which was the day of trial, I did what any sensible defender would do - I subpoenaed the DA as a witness in his own case!
The DA flipped out and called down his supervisor, who, knowing that I was a very young PD, tried to bully me into backing down. Alone in the hallway, she pointed her finger right in my face.
“If you don’t withdraw this subpoena,” she said, “then just so you know, we’ll be asking for sanctions.”
“Sanctions?” I asked. “You’ll have to get in line - your deputy has broken so many discovery rules in this case that he’s going to have his witnesses excluded. And I’ve already suppressed your gun… so let’s go in chambers and talk about sanctions.”
And that is how Raul, on the day of trial, accepted the DA’s offer of an infracted disturbing the peace charge. It’s also how I very sadly missed out on my first trial.