"When she started her campaign to become the city’s top prosecutor a year before, she was a 33-year-old corporate lawyer working for an insurance firm... In conversation with half a dozen prosecutors who worked with Mosby, no one could remember any of the cases she handled before her election."ADDED: Other top-rated comments are even more brutal. From the first few, there's v rocha:
Anyone who has spent a career in the criminal courts knows two things for certain:
1) a lawyer needs to be both very good, even brilliant, and must acquire the battle-tested seasoning of years of jury trials in order to be more than barely competent in that arena;
2) stories like Mosby's are becoming increasingly frequent. California is about to elect the first female, black/biracial US Senator, Attorney General Kamala Harris, a purely political animal with no special qualifications except for most favored status as a part of the Willie Brown political machine in California.
Harris was plucked from the obscurity of an undistinguished, embryonic career and groomed for political success. If she has any exceptional qualifications besides her gender and her racial background, i.e., "diversity," it is not apparent.
And I say this very regretfully as a liberal Democrat who has spent a legal career defending the indigent in criminal court. At some point, our attorneys general (and justices -- Clarence Thomas, anyone?) need to be more than affirmative action diversity symbols and have more than a rudimentary knowledge of that portion of the system they are to lead.
Light weight bully who thought success was just being black. She overcharged and followed her instincts for gain to higher office. Law school students could tell you she was way off base.From uld:
I appreciate you stating up front that you are friend of Mosby and you intend to present a friendly portrait. Saved me time from reading any further.From Here There:
Instead of offering this puff piece, the NYT could have offered a portrait of how a city official could lose her courage - give in to the publicity of the moment - and not tell the community from the outset that as tragic as Freddy Gray's death was, no crime had been committed.
Why is so much effort spent to humanize a rogue prosecutor who kept trying cases against defendants long after there was any chance of a conviction? Had she done it to reporters, or "activists", you'd still be howling for her scalp but because it is cops it is somehow OK. Would you depict Mike Nifong with a glass of white wine in hand? Maybe if Nifong was black and part of a political power couple?And here's John:
The election of a person without real competence or judgment to a public office of importance has its costs. That is true if the person is elected because people are angry and want to 'tear things down' as in the case of Trump, or because a candidate is politically correct and photogenic and fits a narrative of how things should be, and breaking glass ceilings as with Mosby. Unfitness and lack of competence has a cost, Baltimore, as it does to the country as a whole.The photograph of Mosby is, indeed, very lovely. As for the glass of white wine, it's there in the first paragraph, spinning our sympathy alongside the lovely photograph:
A little before 7 the other night, the prosecutor Marilyn Mosby stopped by my house in Baltimore for dinner. She was coming straight from work in one of her customary gray pantsuits, and because I was already nursing a beer, she took off her jacket with a sigh and poured herself a glass of white wine. Then we stepped onto the back deck to throw a few burgers on the grill. This being a September evening, you might imagine the yard in raking light and breezy autumnal aspect, but it was actually pretty swampy, the oppressive tonnage of summer humidity not yet given way to season’s end, so as soon as the burgers looked about done, we ferried them inside and settled at the island in my kitchen to eat....Oh, man. That's some richly purple prose. (The author is Wil S. Hylton.) I feel like I'm checking out the first page of a novel I would absolutely refuse to read. I love the notion of imagining the yard "in raking light." The light's not going to rake those leaves. Pick a different adjective... or cut out all the adjectives maybe... like "autumnal"...
I'm distracted into thinking about the good novel I am actually reading this week. From page 2 of that:
All the officer patients in the ward were forced to censor letters written by all the enlisted-men patients, who were kept in residence in wards of their own. It was a monotonous job.... After the first day he had no curiosity at all. To break the monotony he invented games. Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective. The next day he made war on articles. He reached a much higher plane of creativity the following day when he blacked out everything in the letters but a, an and the. That erected more dynamic intralinear tensions, he felt, and in just about every case left a message far more universal....