I have argued that the seeds of murder abide in all of us. But what about the love of murder that flourishes in the belly of the law? The law purports to represent right conduct on the part of we, its subjects. But the law itself is a killer. And we, though those who represent us, author the law. As a trial lawyer for now more than fifty-six years I have acted on both sides of this question. But rarely do we discuss who actually endures the punishment of death.
Lawyers who take on a death penalty case are among our greatest heroes. They are few and unsung and often despised. Their pay is piteous. And some work without fee. But they protect the soul of the law. In America the promise is that every citizen, no matter how vicious and brutal, is entitled to a fair trial. Only a lawyer who loves the law and has a deep sense of the human condition would take on such an assignment. For most lawyers, such cases are too ugly, too bloody, too horrifying and too painful.
Here, in part, is what Dana wrote me concerning the execution of his client, Rick.
As the shock of witnessing my friend die begins to wear off, the horror only increases. I have never had trouble sleeping until now. I sleep only a few hours at a time and even then I have nightmares — bizarre dreams involving dogs that strain against their leashes and break their restraints but simultaneously break their necks. I cry in restaurants without warning and without even consciously thinking about Rick. If things don’t improve soon I’ll go see someone about it.
I have received unbelievably hateful voice and email messages. More than one person has expressed their wish that my daughters suffer the same fate as the victims in Rick’s case. I have also received very loving and supportive messages.
I feel compelled to defend Rick even in death. I made the following statement to the press immediately after Rick was killed:
“I am Rick Cooey’s lawyer and friend. The crimes that Rick committed he committed as an immature 19 year old influenced by drugs and alcohol. We try to pretend we are somehow better than Rick. But what we witnessed here today was a killing that was planned and funded for more than 22 years. The man we killed is not the same man who committed the crimes. He had grown and evolved and matured and was today a 41 year old man who bore no resemblance to the teenager he once was. He was good and decent, bright and articulate, creative and witty, and very kind. He was loved by his family and his friends and even his lawyers and we will miss him. Rick is now beyond pain — beyond sorrow — beyond the call for his blood.
We refused to show Rick mercy by arguing that he showed his victims no mercy. When we are asked to account to God for having killed Rick, what will we say? — that it was the law? In the words of George Bernard Shaw, “Criminals do not die at the hands of the law; they die by the hands of other men.” The mercy we refused Rick, we will surely someday need and may God have mercy on us all.”
They will send me Rick’s ashes and I will take him to Ireland to a spot he and I picked out together…Despite the pain of all this, I know I was right where I needed to be — with Rick until the end and beyond.
Meaningful words are hard to find. Here is some of what I wrote Dana:
Once more I ask, who is being punished here? Rick is at peace. His death will not erase the pain of his crime. You will bear the scars of this case for the rest of your life — and it has nothing to do with any failure on your part. It has to do with the injury that is imposed on decent, dedicated lawyers in cases in which this illegitimate penalty is imposed — for how can death be a just punishment in a system that makes intentional killing a crime?
We kill the killers and become killers, and wonder why we cannot stop the killing. Yes, we are killers. I, too, would kill with a certain glee if the Death Penalty were humanized and I could drive a knife through its heart once and for all.
In the end, Dana, you can see this as your gift, and Rick’s, toward the demise of the Death Penalty. As in any war, we have to invest so many lives in the battle before it can be won.
Indeed, if we executed the legislators who gave birth to this law; the judges and jurors who embraced it — who joined in this conspiracy to kill; if we applied the law of murder to the mob of citizens who clamored and yowled for Rick’s blood, and to the prison personnel who for twenty-two years planned and finally committed this public killing – if all were punished similarly for this premeditated murder, this uncivilized idea of the death penalty would soon vanish.
In the name of humanity we must stop the killing – all killing, or in the alternative we must stop claiming there is something noble, something heroic about the species that separates us from the beasts.