Faced with a mandatory life sentence, the my client chose death today.
Yesterday I selected a jury in a Capital Sexual Battery trial. It's
a case that's been going on for two years. I managed to get my client
a bond and he has spent a lot of time with me during the course of his
case. You come to know the sum of a man when you spend time with him.
The parts of him that make him a monster and the redeeming parts of him,
that nobody else seems to see, that make him a gentle human being.
My client, C, was the later. While he was accused of horrendous crimes,
all I could see was the gentle human being.
After breaking for lunch yesterday, I walked to my car and told C that
I was going to eat. As he always does, he followed me to the car where
we normally chat for longer than I'd really like. Loneliness would
radiate off him and I knew a few extra minutes of my time was worth satisfying
the human interaction C desperately yearned for; even if only for a little while.
However, this time, and for the first time, instead of taking his position
of leaning up against my car and chatting, C jumped in the passenger seat.
As I took my place behind the wheel, he gleefully asked where we were
going. I briefly digested the moment and with the slightest undertone
of confusion said, "I guess WE are going for pizza!"
We ate lunch together and returned to court to finish picking a jury. Upon
the swearing in of the jury the court recessed for the day.
C and I walked to the car, took our positions and chatted. We discussed
how summer was coming and the temperature was surely rising. We discussed
how Mike Tyson will never be as good as Mohammed Ali. We also took a moment
to discuss his case and rejoice that, despite our initial concerns, the
jury we selected actually seemed to be pretty good.
We chatted until I made my foreordained move towards the drivers door and
went our separate ways for the evening.
C faced serious accusations coupled with some seriously damming facts.
But C entered a plea of Not Guilty and, while I'll never truly know
the answer, a solid part of me believed he would ultimately be exonerated
of these horrible allegations. I only saw a gentleman and was burning
on all cylinders to fight for him. He had as mighty of a defensive weapon
that exists, steadfast at his side. He knew that. He thanked me for that.
The remainder of the week would be brutal, but we were saddled in and
ready to make a stand!
I skipped seeing a sold out Chris Rock performance I long ago secured tickets
for and gave them to a colleague in my office and another ticket to a
friend. Missing the chance to see my favorite comedian live twice in a
row was a feeling tantamount to watching your waiter drop your sizzling
medium rare Ribeye on the floor only inches from your table. But opening
statements were in the morning and I was in for a long night.
I awoke on 2 hours sleep feeling as if had taken a severe amount of caffeine
and hadn't even needed that nap. I showered, touched up my hair just
right and located that god forsaken cufflink that always finds it way
into a clandestine corner. I was ready to roll into that courtroom and
fury was coming with me.
That's when I checked my texts. The prosecutor informed me that he
had received information from the police and trial was to be no more.
Last night C was stopped by a police officer for a broken tag light. As
the officer approached the car, C reached for a gun and blew his brains out.
C had always been frantic that the judge would revoke his bond. Jailhouse
lawyers and neighborhood lawyers convinced him that it was unusual for
a man with his accusations to be out on bond. They convinced C that at
any moment the judge would revoke his bond and law enforcement would execute
a warrant on him. And they were right. It was unusual for a man, faced
with such allegations, to be out on bond. However, no matter how many
times I assured him it would be equally unusual for a judge to revoke
a bond and we would know in advance if the judge sought to do so, C remained nervous.
As C didn't know why he was stoped by the officer, one can only imagine
the fear that rushed through his mind. C hadn't been speeding. C hadn't
run a red light. He was stopped for a tag light being out; something behind
him he couldn't see or know. His fear that the judge must have finally
revoked his bond, compounded with the jury being seated and his palpable
realization that his day of Trial had begun, must have been excruciating.
Sitting before six jurors is the realist moment a man will ever know. All
your past troubles were able to be solved or managed. But the courtroom
is where futures potentially come to die. Six men and women will decide
if you've reached your day of exoneration or your day of reckoning;
a decision made regardless of which one was ultimately the truth and deserved.
A man faced with a mandatory life sentence and being prosecuted under the
facts as they were, even if unequivocally innocent, stands to undertake
what seems a despairing task.
C chose to end his life.
I appeared before the judge and the prosecutor formally dismissed the case.
Some family members of the alleged victim along with C's very longtime
girlfriend, who had long since cut ties with him upon the brining of the
charges, silently, appearing saddened and almost humbled, slowly made
their way out of the courtroom. The doors lightly 'swooshed' closed
behind them, and the monster C was suppose to be was discarded in place
of the next case on the docket and left to ultimately vanish from the
Monsters exist. But not all monsters were always monsters and not all remain
monsters. Even more, some perceived monsters have never actually been
monsters at all and some monsters are simply hidden in disguise.
Almost all men are redeemable. Whether C never needed redeeming or he had
simply redeemed himself to me alone, I saw a gentle man.
The interesting part of C's death is that he chose it over life. In
the midst of heated debates about the use of the death penalty, in spite
of the fact that it's proponents demand that it is the only sentnece
intimidating enough to deter crime and thus it's risk of irreversible
finality are outweighed by its deterent effect, it was the fear of life
in prison that caused C to impose the death penalty upon himself.
What I saw in C, was either the gentle man he was or at least the redeemable
gentle man that was somewhere inside of him. We'll never know what
the jury would have seen because when faced with a mandatory life sentence,
C chose death today.
~ in memoriam of C
Written by Orlando Criminal Defense Attorney Lyle B. Mazin, Esq.