Dead Men Tell No Tales | This American Life
Last May, a weird story made the news: the FBI killed a guy in Florida who was loosely linked to the Boston Marathon bombings. He was shot seven times in his living room by a federal agent. What really happened? Why was the FBI even in that room with him?
The story of the man who was shot at, incarcerated, and ultimately deported, because he “knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy” who was responsible for the Boston Marathon bombings.
When his lawyer talked about what it was like to see her client in shackles, “broken” and begging her not to leave, I started crying. That’s been my experience with many clients and it just doesn’t get easier.
die-walkure13 asked: Auntie Jilli, Do you know any other artisan perfume stores like Black Baccara?
I just looked around Black Baccara’s Etsy store, and they have some lovely-sounding scents! Other perfumers that might catch your fancy:
See also: Haus of Gloi
The Wall: Lessons From a Family Lawyer
Darlene was a pretty, blond 19-year-old with a 10-month-old baby girl whom she wheeled into my office in a ragged umbrella stroller. Darlene, the baby, and the babyâs father, Keith, had been living with Keithâs parents in a row house in northeast Philly. Keith and Darlene apparently argued a lot, and one day, during a fight about Darleneâs wanting Keith to watch the baby so she could go out with her girlfriends, Keith put his hands around Darleneâs neck and tried to choke her. Darlene had filed in court for and received a protection order to keep Keith away fromâ¦
I relate to this so much as a criminal defense lawyer. Well said.
And of course I read this with a wry smile:
"Then my anger turned to fury as I started feeling sorry for myself. Didn’t she know what she put me through? Didn’t she know how much I cared? Didn’t she know how I had cried when I looked at my baby and thought of hers? Most importantly, of course, didn’t she know she had totally ruined my weekend?"
Because, oh man, have I ever been there. In fact that describes about 50% of my weekends.
The question every criminal defense lawyer asks is “how can you defend those people?” And I have an arsenal of answers ready for deployment, ranging from funny to glib to thoughtful to make-you-uncomfortable serious.
But if I’m being honest, really, truly, honest, this Kid President .gif sums up my answer. I can defend those people because I know that being a person is really hard. Some of us do okay at being a person. Some of us absolutely suck at it. Some of us mess up sometimes. Some of us mess up big time.
And when a lifetime of sucking at being a person catches up to you and you mess up big time, you need someone to hold your hand and say, “Things can be better. It’s okay about all the mess ups.”
(Source: robinsparkle, via wilwheaton)
I don’t feel sorry for saying no for any invitations for the next weeks… :D
I <3 U Olympics!
Ah, Olympics, just what is needed for my post-trial detox weekend. I love you, figure skating. And hockey. And ski jumping. And curling.