I want you to take a wild guess
what the number 387 represents:
Not (of course) the number of days
in a year, not the amount of my raise, and (as one of my fellow Gideon’s
classmates guessed) the number of lovers I have had. That number, dear reader, represents the
number of people I currently represent.
If you are not appalled don’t worry, I am appalled for you.
I told one of my co-workers the
other day, personally I would not want to be represented by an attorney that
has 386 other active cases going. Even
if that attorney spent an entire day, every single day of the year, on just one
case, the research, reviewing the discovery, deciphering the law, visiting the
alleged crime scene, speaking with victims, witnesses, law enforcement and the
district attorney, never taking a day or not off, she would still be 22 days
short of getting to all of her cases.
I hate to be the bearer of reality
news here but public defense attorneys do not have the ability to spend one
ENTIRE day, EVERY day to just one case.
My phone rings constantly, people drop by as if I have a revolving door
and a welcome mat outside my office, six different judges can call and tell me
they need me 5 minutes ago and I have to go.
There are clients at the jail you need to see, witnesses you need to
speak with, evidence that needs to be reviewed, motions that need to be filed,
procedures that need to be explained, and don’t forget, the phone is STILL
ringing.
387 is a sickeningly high number. Part
of me places the blame on the office; I sometimes feel we are the Augustus Goop
of law. We will continue to consume
despite the fact that our gut is telling us we are full. More cases? Pile it on. More clients? Pile it
on. More charges? Pile it on. More, more, more…sure we will get sick until we
throw up. That just means there’s more
room to consume.
Part of me places the blame on the
judges. I have had clients who CLEARLY
should not have qualified for a public defender. When you have to call my office from your
home in Southwest Florida because staying in town was just too stressful for
you and you needed to get away, you should not have a court appointed
attorney. When you walk into court with
new acrylic nails and the latest coach bag, decked out and holding keys to a
2013 anything-other-than-a-Kia…umm…you probably should not have a court
appointed attorney. I know, I know, I
have thought this through and I understand people’s current financial situation
does not speak for their previous financial situation. People could be in a tax bracket one day and
a completely new tax bracket the next.
The people I am speaking of do not fall into those categories. ‘Well, how is that the judges’ fault?’ you
ask? Well, I’m glad you asked. The courts
have the ability, I would even dare to say the duty, to ensure that the
defendant’s they send to us actually qualify for a court appointed
attorney. I believe that people who are
given court appointed attorneys, be they public defenders or private counsel;
do not deserve less zealous representation just because they cannot afford to
hire an attorney. But that is exactly
what they are getting when the judge’s haphazardly throw everyone our way that
asks for a public defender.
I realize that the real blame goes
to the system. A system that believes a public defense attorney with 11-15
years of experience deserve no more than the starting salary of a new law grad
going to a mid-size firm. A system that
fights tooth and nail when asked for the resources to defend the United States
Constitution.
Ponder this for a moment: The new
lawyer at the firm will spend the first year of their career locked in a
library, doing research and sending memos to senior level attorneys. They will likely never meet a client and, if
they are lucky, they will probably step foot into a courtroom once as an
observer. The first year public defender
will spend approximately 1,744 hours in a courtroom.
YEAR ONE OF LEGAL PRACTICE
Public defender = 1,744 hours in
court = $38,000 = 387 clients
Private attorney = 1 hour in court
= $70,000 = no clients
Just meditate on that for a
moment.
387 is ridiculous.
Until next time,
Be blessed, be careful, don't consent and don't confess.
~LT
Be blessed, be careful, don't consent and don't confess.
~LT
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