Thursday, October 16, 2014

15 Minutes of Fame



Back in the 1960’s, an artist names Andy Warhol is supposed to have said, “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes".  I came across that quote recently and it made me think not of people who seek the public limelight, but of the people that have come into my life “for 15 minutes” over the years.

Some are literally only 15 minutes.  Some are a part of my life for 15 days or 15 weeks or 15 months.  In every case, I have made one or more decisions that have always had an immediate and often a long term impact of the person’s life.

And then, they are out of my life.  Notwithstanding the fact that I have made what might be a life-altering decision, once their case is concluded, I really have no way of knowing what has happened to them.

The one case that has stuck with me for the longest time, as I heard it early in my judicial career, involved a dispute between the parents of a young girl.  Mother claimed that Father had sexually abused the child during a visit.  The case took several days to try. 

For the first couple of days, it appeared to me that, for the first time in my judicial career, I had a case where Mother falsely accused Father of a horrific act.  Then, on about the third day of testimony, the child’s social worker testified about her first visit with the child concerning the abuse.  Not for the first, or the last time in my judicial career, I found that my first impression was wrong.  I concluded that Father had abused the child, and ordered that he not have any visits with the little girl until he had completed sex offender treatment.

His response:  I can’t do sex offender treatment, because I haven’t abused my daughter.

Given the same set of facts, I would make the same decision today.   Yet, I wonder if that Dad ever saw his daughter again.  I did the best I could with what I had, but there is no 100% guarantee that the decision was the correct. 

Did that veteran stay sober after treatment?  Did that young woman safely get through her tour of duty with the Marines?  Did the children ever reconcile after the probate dispute?  Did the child injured in an auto accident wisely invest the insurance proceeds or blow it when he turned 18?

I will probably never know.  It’s the nature of my job, and the nature of life.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Terminating Parental Rights



Some of the most emotional cases in the courtroom happen when parents give up their rights to parent their children.  This can happen in different situations:  A teenage mother, for instance, realizes she can’t raise the child and places it for adoptions.

Most of the hard cases, however, come at the end of a child protection proceeding. 

Sometimes, when I expected tears and a very emotional hearing, I am (unpleasantly) surprised.  In one case, Mother agreed to terminate her parental rights, as she was in prison.  The law requires that a parent sign the voluntary termination of parental rights document in the presence of a judge.  As I was going through Shakopee that week, I offered to stop by the Women’s Correctional Facility there to witness her signature. 

I arrived at the prison, went through the metal detector and emptied my pockets and briefcase for inspection.  I was escorted into a small conference room just the other side of the solid steel door that clanked and locked behind me.  Mother soon came into the room.

I started to say something about what a hard and difficult decision this was, when the mother interrupted me.  Could we please get this over with?  She didn’t want to be late for supper.

I guess not every woman has those strong maternal instincts. 

On the other hand, I recall a case where the parents were addicted to methamphetamine.  That is a terrible affliction and quite difficult to overcome.  After unsuccessful attempts at treatment – and another arrest for possession of the drug – the parents realized that it was in their child’s best interest to be raised by someone else.  One of the grandparents stepped forward and offered to care for the child.  The parents agreed to give sole legal and physical custody of the child to Grandma.  (In that case, the parents’ rights were not terminated.)

There were lots of tears at the hearing, and the parents acknowledged that they let their child down.  At the end of the hearing, because the parents’ rights were not terminated and Grandma would be raising the child, I was able to tell the parents that one chapter in the story had closed, but the book was not finished.  They still had the opportunity to sober up and proved themselves.  While they likely would never parent the child, they could be a part of their child’s life.

It was up to them.

Actually, it’s always up to them.  Judges don’t terminate parental rights – the parents do.  Judges only sign the paperwork that makes it official. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

John Hancock



You may remember from your grade school American History class that John Hancock was the first person to sign the American Declaration of Independence.  His signature was big and bold, and he reputedly stated that King George would not have to put on his spectacles to read it!

Over time, “John Hancock” has become a synonym for signature.

Of all the professions, doctors are supposed to have the worst handwriting.  I have compared my signature to that of my younger brother, Dr. Mike.  Dr. Mike’s signature has always been more legible than mine…..

Judges are as notorious for poor handwriting as doctors.  Periodically, our district office will collect copies of all of the judges’ signatures, with their names printed alongside, and distribute them through the system so, for instance, officers who are executing a search warrant can actually know who the judge was who signed the warrant! 

I’ve produced many a John Hancock in my career as judge.  Recently, I kept track and found that I’d affixed my name to 40 different legal documents in one day!  A conservative estimate would be that, in my 26 year career as a judge, I have signed well over 100,000 orders, on file permanently in the District Court. 

The happiest orders I have signed make new families:  adoptions are by far the most joyful work a judge can do.  Marriage certificates are other happy orders.  But, there have been sad orders, too:  committing a person to prison or a mental institution or signing the final divorce decree.

I have signed sentencing orders on probably thousands of criminal cases.  These may go from assessing a fine for a traffic ticket to sentencing a person to the county jail for domestic abuse to sentencing a young man to prison for life for committing murder.  That was sobering.

It’s a cliché that the job is not over until the paperwork is done.  The divorce is not final, the adoption is not approved, the will is not admitted to probate and the marriage is not recognized until a judge affixes his or her signature. 

I recall Twins players telling how they were lectured by Harmon Killebrew to sign autographs so that people could tell whose signature it was.  Sometimes, when I have a stack of a couple dozen orders to sign, I’ll remember Mr. Killebrew’s advice, slow down and try to be more careful with my signature – after all, it will be in the court records forever.  But even when I do, it’s barely more legible.

And after all, there are people waiting for me to get back in the courtroom. 


Thursday, September 25, 2014

Judicial Demeanor



Judges are required to comply with the Code of Judicial Conduct.  These are mainly common-sense rules to protect the dignity of the Court and the judicial process and to set forth the ethical rules the judge must obey.

One of the Canons in the Code requires that a judge maintain “order and decorum in proceedings before the court”.

As a judge, especially one who has served for many years, there is an issue that we may become so accustomed to presiding over the many and various cases that come before us that we consider the “All rise!” a call to just another day at the office.  To the people who appear before us, however, it very well may be the most important day of their lives.  This is true no matter how trivial or unimportant the matter may seem to the judge. 

As a judge, I have an obligation to enforce discipline in the courtroom.  We do serious work in that room, and I have a duty to maintain the decorum that lets people know that serious work and important decisions happen here.

I have observed a few judges who have a very informal, conversational style in the courtroom.  That method seems to work for them, but I think that being too informal depreciates the dignity of the Court.

On the other hand, I have observed judges that rule their courtrooms most strictly.  People appearing in those circumstances are often cowed into silence, just by the judge’s attitude.

So we walk the fine line of maintaining order and decorum on the one hand, while attempting to put the litigants enough at ease that they can tell their story.  Sometimes, it is a difficult matter.  When emotions run high, as in domestic cases or marriage dissolutions, it puts pressure on the judge.  When a person representing himself just doesn’t understand, it is hard to maintain patience and courtesy while explaining what he wants just won’t happen.  These situations can be even more difficult if the person does not speak English and the conversation goes through a certified interpreter.

The most important thing for folks coming to court is to be assured that they have been heard.  By balancing the discipline to maintain proper decorum and the relaxed attitude to encourage the free flow of information, a judge can do the best job possible. 
As the comment to the Rule of Decorum states “Judges can be efficient and businesslike while being patient and deliberate.”  

Thursday, September 18, 2014

So, How's Retirement?



If you have asked me that question in the last several weeks, you have probably heard me say something like, “If I were charged with Retirement, there would not be enough evidence to convict.”

Yes, the Governor has been pretty slow in naming my replacement.  When I told Patty several weeks ago that it would probably be a month before he would interview the finalists for the position, she said, “WHAT?  Doesn’t he know you have a porch to paint?!?”

I’ve also joked that the only ones happy about this situation are the walleyes in Rice Lake!

I have been working a bit more than half time, covering most calendars in Sibley County and trying to finish up a difficult case that I had tried before my formal retirement. 

This week, however, the new judge has been named:  Timothy Looby, attorney from Waconia.  Judge designate Looby has been a practicing law for a long time – he and I were on opposite sides of cases before I became a judge!  When I called to congratulate him, I learned he is most excited to begin this next stage in his career and will do so as soon as he wraps up his practice, in about six weeks.  I know that Tim will do an excellent job as a District Court Judge chambered in Sibley County.

When Judge Looby settles in as the full time judge in Gaylord, it will mean that I REALLY will be retired!  Up to now, I’ve been going to the same office I used for the last 25 years – though it is missing the photos and other personal effects that I had taken home prior to my official retirement date.  In just a few weeks, Tim’s photos and personal effects will adorn the walls and desk of that office.  If I am called on to fill in on occasion in Sibley County, I’ll use the visiting judge’s office.

When that happens, it will become real.  One chapter of my life will close and another will open.  It has been said that the only constant in our lives is change.  And that the only one who really likes change is a baby with a dirty diaper.

But we all adapt, every day, to the changes that happen in our lives.  No doubt, I’ll adapt as well.

In fact, I’m looking forward to trying! 

And, just maybe, getting that porch painted!

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Irish Alzheimer’s



Do you know the definition of Irish Alzheimer’s?  You forget everything, except the grudge.

That is an awful joke at the expense of a terrible disease, playing off of one of the many stereotypes of the Irish – that they enjoy a good fight.  I had promised myself I would never repeat that joke.  However, recently as I thought about it, I realized that it is not only a story that is in very bad taste, but it is a metaphor for things I have seen in my work and among my friends and family:  a person becomes so offended, often by someone they love, that they forget all the wonderful times and good qualities of the other person and remember only the offense.  Only the grudge.

The grudge becomes all-consuming.  It can eat a person from the inside. 

Marriages fall apart.  Families are torn asunder by inheritance battles.  Business associates lose trust and their relationship, as well as their business, fails.

Relationships, whether between family members, business associates or sovereign governments, can be strained, damaged or broken by miscommunications and misunderstandings as readily as by intentional acts.  How many wars and divorces have been unintentionally caused over the millennia by such sins of omission? 

I recall a divorce case I once handled.  The couple had been experiencing stress in their marriage.  They had an argument, and the husband retreated to the basement bedroom.  He never returned to the marital bedroom.  18 months or so later, they were in my courtroom to finalize the dissolution of their marriage.  Neither one of them could recall what they were arguing about that had led them down that irreversible path.

They could only recall the grudge. 

Who suffers as the result of the grudge?  Often, the one who is carrying it.  The other person may not even be aware of it.  They may know that Jerry hasn’t called for awhile, but doesn’t think much else of it.  Jerry, on the other hand, cannot stop t thinking about it.  He carries the grudge and he carries the pain.  So very sad.

When the grudge occurs between mother and father, the children are the innocents that suffer as a result.  Those cases are among the hardest I have had to handle on the bench.  The couple is so blinded by their rage against the other that they cannot recall the reasons they fell in love and married in the first place.  And, tragically, they cannot see the terrible damage the grudge has done to their children. 

An awful joke about a terrible disease holds a nugget of caution for us all:  Beware the unquenchable power of the grudge. 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Payables



In the olden days, if a person got a speeding ticket, for instance, he could sign the back of the ticket (which meant he plead guilty), call the courthouse for the fine amount and send the ticket and a check by mail to take care of the matter.

Lots of people chose the other alternative:  appear on the court date indicated on the ticket.  The would then either plead not guilty and the matter would be set for trial or they’d plead guilty with an explanation – something they wanted the judge to know before the plea was accepted or the fine imposed.

The days when these matters were set on for hearing was called the arraignment calendar, or simply, traffic court.  I rather looked forward to those days.  If the 70-year-old who had been driving for over 50 years appeared on her first traffic ticket, I could accept the plea, but waive the fine in recognition of a half century of good driving.  I could take other matters into consideration as well.  And if traffic court fell on Christmas Eve, well sometimes the Christmas spirit would influence the amount of the fines levied that day.

That was all very good, but it did take time.  And not just the judge’s time – court administration, the bailiff, it all added up.  So, over time, more matters were added to the list of charges that could be handled without a court appearance – the payable list.  Later, a person could call into the courthouse with the ticket number, find out what the fine was and take care of it over the phone with a credit card.  Most recently, a statewide center was established to handle payable tickets from all over the state – just call in with your credit card and in a matter of minutes, the case would be resolved.  No need to take a half day off of work so you could go to court and settle up.

Very convenient.  Very cost effective.

But, in many cases, very unfair.  Many folks don’t know that if you plead guilty to, say, driving without insurance, that your drivers license will be suspended for 30 days.  Or, if you call in your plea to driving after suspension, your license will be suspended for an even longer time. 

Sometimes, I would like to see that young person with their third underage consumption charge.  Are they chemically dependent and need counseling or treatment?  Putting them on probation might help save a lifetime of misery.  But now, they can simply call it in and pay the fine.

But, the budget is always a major concern, so I doubt very much that these cases will ever go back on the “mandatory court appearance” list.

Not all change is progress.  

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Sorry this was late being posted.  No electricity this morning!  Then at judges conference all day...