They profoundly influence our lives. They can be
found all over the world. When not
fulfilling their mission, they blend in with the general populace so as to be
undetectable. They are young, old, of
different ethnicities, political points of view, personalities and
dispositions. They are fat, lean, gregarious, cranky, loquacious or
taciturn, sometimes both. Their cover is
so complete that even among themselves they can rarely detect that a stranger
is one of them.
But when they meet and reveal themselves, there is an
immediate unspoken mutual sympathy, an instantaneous bond. They know the
emotions, the trials and tribulations (pardon the cliché, yet there is no better
way to say it) each has endured from time to time. Their nods of understanding, their occasional
smiles, reflect the unexpressed satisfaction that comes from carrying out their
special mission.
Is there a name for this cult of individuals who mingle among
us and deeply affect our lives? Yes, I
know them well, because I was once one of them.
They are called… trial judges.
For many years,
I taught a course at the “Judges College” for newly appointed and elected trial
judges, sponsored by the Center for Judicial Education and Research (CJER): “Who’s
Afraid of the Court of Appeal – or – the Awesome Power of the Trial
Court.” Appellate courts are limited in
their review of trial court decisions by standards of review and the overriding
principle that only prejudicial errors warrant reversal.
Judicial
education today seems primarily geared to the technical aspect of judging: how
does a judge compute prison terms when sentencing criminal defendants? What are the formulas for dividing property
in family law cases? Of course, these
skills are necessary. But what is
lacking is a course or two on the philosophical foundation for our system of
justice. Judges and lawyers should know
about judicial philosophers like H.L.A. Hart and Ronald Dworkin. I required the new judges to read
Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure. By the way, this is required reading for
readers of this column. This background
opens insight into our system of justice, but it also gives guidance in
deciding the hard case, the one for which there is no ready answer.
This leads me
to a book review I wrote for the California Supreme Court Historical Society’s
Newsletter, Spring/Summer 2019, edited by Molly Selvin. The book is Tough Cases: Judges Tell the Stories of Some of the Hardest
Decisions They’ve Ever Made (The New Press 2018), a profoundly moving
account of judges revealing their inner most feelings and emotions in tough
cases. Their riveting accounts of trials over which they have
presided compels me to reveal what I have long suspected and suppressed for
years: trial judges have the hardest and most demanding job in the
judiciary. Would appreciate it if you
keep this under your hat.
The existential philosophers wrote that all human beings are
“condemned” to make choices. To not make
a choice is paradoxically a choice. Judges,
however, have chosen a profession that demands its members make reasoned
choices in deciding which side prevails in litigation. The compelling chapters in Tough Cases reveal what many in the legal profession know but seldom
articulate – judges are students who must make decisions. They rely on the law written in statutes and
cases and the arguments of counsel urging the interpretation and application of
the law to the facts in the case at hand. And let’s add intuition and
commonsense to the mix.
In Tough Cases, judges share their innermost feelings, their fears and
doubts about how to rule. They reveal
their emotions about the effect their decisions will have on litigants and the
public. One thing they have learned: certainty
and often solace can be elusive.
Judge George Greer in Florida explains how he arrived at
his agonizing decision to terminate life support in the famous Terri Schiavo
case. He weighs the omnipresent emotional conflicts, the opposing pleas
of Terri’s parents, and her husband, the evidence of her medical condition,
application of the law, and what Terri would have wanted. How can any one
human being make this judgment in light of so many competing points of
view? And in the background, there are pleas of religious and political leaders
from all over the world and the cacophony of the press. Solomon would
understand. Judge Greer received threats and was called a terrorist and
murderer by a few members of Congress. We all know how he ruled, but in
so doing he raised a significant point: “As much as you read, and as well as
you listen, and as hard as you think about a case, for a good judge there is
always doubt.”
Judge Greer tells us he is a “Southern Baptist at heart,”
even though the pastor of his church told him to leave the church after his
decision. Whatever his personal religious and philosophical beliefs,
Judge Greer was committed to one certainty – the issue in the Schiavo case “was
not a religious question; it was a legal question.” Judge Greer is the
epitome of Socrates’ ideal judge. He did his job.
Recently appointed Los Angeles Superior Court Judge
Michelle M. Ahnn tells the compelling story of her transition from public defender
to the bench. During her first year, seemingly routine matters were as
difficult as deciding guilt or innocence, like whom to release on bail? Many of us grappled with that in the trial
court. Judge Ahnn asks herself whether a female defendant accused of
domestic abuse is less of a flight risk than a similarly charged male
defendant. She worries about unconscious
biases. Good for her. She struck a
responsive chord with me when she reveals that making decisions each day
compelled her to avoid restaurants with large menus requiring yet more decisions.
Now that her first year has passed, Judge Ahnn makes decisions more
easily. But I know how she feels. I have been a judge for 45 years
and still have trouble deciding which socks to wear each morning.
Judge Gregory E. Mize served as a superior court judge of
the District Court of Columbia. He
presided over a dependency case involving a mother who he concluded suffered
from Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy. Because
the mother’s illness placed her minor daughter in danger, Judge Mize awarded
custody to the father, and allowed monitored visits with the mother and
daughter. The daughter fared well with therapy, but the mother did not:
her illness progressed and a few years later her body was found washed ashore
in the Chesapeake Bay.
Years later Judge Mize and the now-grown daughter
met. She became a dental hygienist, has many friends, and lives a happy
and productive life. Many judges have
decided heart-wrenching dependency cases and moved on to the next case. Judge Mize points out he has made thousands of
decisions in tens of thousands of cases, yet this case still haunts him. It prompts him and judges everywhere like him
to think about questions that trouble many of us, “questions about our human
condition and the limits of the judicial office.”
Remember “Scooter” Libby?
He was an assistant to President George W. Bush and at the same time
chief of staff and assistant for national security affairs for Vice President
Cheney. There were rumors and
allegations concerning whether Iraq sought to purchase uranium from
Niger. If true, they would support President Bush’s desire to pursue a war
against Saddam Hussein. A former ambassador, Joseph Wilson, was sent to
Niger to investigate the truth of the allegations concerning the alleged
transaction in Niger. He reported that the allegations were false.
Shortly thereafter the identity of Wilson’s wife, Valerie Plame Wilson, was
revealed to be a CIA employee with a covert position. Was this leak revenge for embarrassing the president
for his contention that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction? Following
another investigation, Libby was charged with obstruction of justice for lying to
the FBI and a grand jury about his knowledge of Valerie Wilson’s CIA employment.
Judge Reggie B. Walton was a U.S. district judge for the
District of Columbia when he was randomly assigned the case. Judge
Walton’s account of the trial grabs the reader by the throat and doesn’t let
go. He points out that the facts of a seemingly routine case can be
challenging. This happens when the facts have political implications, the
public is “polarized,” and the accused has generated notoriety. Add to
that, controversial expert testimony, a defendant who does not testify, and
motions implicating the federal Classified Information Procedures Act that
protects unnecessary disclosure of classified information. After the jury
convicted Libby of some of the charges, how does Judge Walton arrive at the
appropriate sentence? Should letters from Henry Kissinger, Donald
Rumsfeld, and John Bolton, to name a few well-known figures, matter?
Despite the political pressures, Judge Walton did what was required of him when
he took the oath of office. He assured
that Libby received a fair trial and sentenced him accordingly. President
Bush commuted the prison sentence. Last
year President Trump pardoned Libby. But
that is all beside the point.
In a chapter titled “A Quiet Grief,” Judge Lizbeth Gonzales
recalls a case when she sat in the New York City Housing Court. A father
lived with his autistic son in an apartment. They both appeared in court
for the hearing in which the father complained about outstanding repairs not
made to his apartment. The son’s odd behavior in the courtroom prompted
Judge Gonzales to call in other agencies to determine if the boy was living in
a safe environment. Those agencies determined the boy was safe.
Years later when Judge Gonzales was sitting in the City Civil Court, she read
in the newspaper that the father had slashed the son’s throat and left him to
die in the bathtub. Over the years there
had been hearings in family court concerning whether the father should have
custody of the son.
Judge Gonzales shares with us her sorrow and regret over
what later happened to the son. She points out that when the case first
came to her, her jurisdiction was limited to rent and housing repairs. She recognizes that investigators and social
workers are bound by protocols and legal constraints. She agonizes that
she could not have done more. She points out what we all know, judges
decide motions, make rulings, adjudicate trials, and do their best to ensure
that justice is done. But they do not have limitless power. She still wonders if she could have done more
to save the son. And she reveals that “like litigants, and lawyers, we
too suffer when things go wrong.” Judge Gonzales still grieves for the
son. That is why people like her belong on the bench.
The title of a chapter by retired Washington State Superior
Court Judge Robert H. Alsdorf lets readers know they are in for a frank
discussion about a legitimate concern that judges constantly face, “Can an
Elected Judge Overrule Nearly a Million Voters and Survive?” It reminds
me of the apt remark of the late Justice Otto Kaus concerning the political
consequences of some judicial decisions: “It is like taking a bath with a
crocodile in the tub.” The end result, however, is the same for all
judges… to decide as they must without regard to political consequences.
It is difficult to imagine the convoluted intricacies of
the world-famous Elian Gonzalez case. Elian and his mother fled Cuba in a boat
that capsized off the shore of Florida. The mother drowned but Elian was
saved. At the time Judge Jennifer D. Bailey was a family law judge. The
case which began as a custody matter before another judge wound up in Judge
Bailey’s court when the original judge and others had to be recused. In
what on the surface would be a simple case became complicated by federal law,
immigration agencies, and massive public, media and political pressure.
Add to that letters from prominent political leaders, most of whom had not the
slightest idea of what the case was about, but demanded the result they
wanted. And there were thousands of people protesting. Judge Bailey
did what was required of her. She
decided the case according to what the law required. Federal orders to return Elian to his father
controlled. She lost and gained some friends over her decision. But
she concludes by modestly refusing to take praise for resisting political
pressure because that “is what judges are supposed to do.”
Remember at the beginning of this review I wrote that trial
judges have the most difficult job in the judiciary? I also facetiously suggested you keep it under
your hat. Just in case anyone took me
seriously, let us publicly praise trial judges and acknowledge their
significant contribution. The engrossing
narratives in Tough Cases remind all of us: “always seek
and speak the truth.”