“Andy meet David. Andy represents people on death row. David is a cop.”
David seemed like a good guy. I don’t think I had ever made small talk with a police officer, but I enjoyed talking with him. He was funny and had a warm smile. And it turned out we had a few things in common other than the fact that our wives were in the wedding party. It was readily apparent that we were the only two Jews present, both happily married to non-Jews. We each had two kids about the same ages.
We were seated next to each other at the wedding the next day. As the evening wore on, the kids went off to play, our wives got up to dance, and we gingerly approached the topic of our jobs. He wondered if it was hard for me to represent clients who had committed such despicable acts. I explained that, on the contrary, with some rare exceptions I had built strong relationships with the men and women I represented. I told him that one of the most compelling aspects of my work was delving into their life histories to understand how it was they ended up on death row. I found humanity in all of them.
He wanted to know if I had “gotten any of them off.” I said that I had just argued an appeal I expected to win. In that case, a juror who was leaning towards a not guilty verdict had been improperly removed in the middle of deliberations. “So, your client would get off on a technicality,” David retorted. “It isn’t a technicality,” I replied, “when, if the juror hadn’t been kicked off, the defendant could have been found not guilty.” He shrugged, seeming to concede the point.
“Had I ever been to an execution,” David asked. I told him that about a dozen years ago I witnessed the execution of a colleague’s client. I was there as a representative of the defense team in case something went awry. Nothing did, but there I was, watching a man being put to death, a disturbing and surreal experience under any circumstance. Coming as it did only six months after a client of mine was executed, it was devastating.He then told me that he had been at both those executions — as a sheriff’s deputy assigned to security detail. I was stunned. Each of us was at San Quentin twelve years earlier — he as law enforcement and I, the condemned man’s witness — and here we were drinking champagne together at a wedding reception.
I asked him if being at these executions had an impact on him. I’m not sure why I did it or what I expected him to say. Maybe I just wanted to see if we could find some measure of common ground in our shared experiences. He broke into his warm smile, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “I hate to tell you this, Andy, but it was the best.”
The deputies working executions are served good barbeque, get to hang out for hours watching the invariably peaceful crowd of protesters, and then, to top it off, “a bad guy gets killed.” David’s only complaint was that for one of the executions — the one I attended, as it turned out — he had to stand in the pouring rain for hours without rain gear.
I wasn’t sure what to say. After a few awkward moments, I told him about my client at whose execution he had worked – a man with no history of violence and no prior criminal record who was convicted primarily based on the testimony of jailhouse informants.
The courts prevented us from presenting new evidence that could have proved his innocence because, though reliable, it had been discovered too late. “My client,” I pointed out, “was executed on a technicality.” David muttered that he didn’t know the facts of the case although he acknowledged that the use of informants could be problematic. I soon went off to find my wife.
We didn’t talk again until it came time to say goodbye. I put out my hand to shake his, but instead of taking it, David gave me a big hug and said with a little laugh, “My opposite.” I hugged him back.
Fair and Unbalanced
Andrew Love has represented men and women on California’s death row for 22 years. He also writes the blog Fair and Unbalanced.
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