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Defending a Neo-Nazi (First Draft)
As I sat across from the snarling muscular gentleman with the wide variety of tattoos adorning his face, arms, and chest, I did my best to maintain my focus. Just two days into my internship with the Public Defenderâs Office, and I was already visiting the local jail to interview newly acquired clients. Doing my best to look past the massive swastika on his forearm, I attempted to create rapport, âMy name is George and Iâm here on behalf of the Public Defenderâs Office. Before we begin, I just wanted to say I am very excited to work with you andâ ââLess heâs gettinâ me out, GET THIS F***ING CLOWN OUTTA MY FACE,â was what Mr. Carter shouted to the guard before I could finish my spiel. I took that as my cue to cut our appointment short.
I left the jail feeling embarrassed and defeated. I expressed my concerns to my supervisors. They cautioned me to not be discouraged and âfrustratedâ clients were the norm. Their support aside, I fully expected Mr. Carter would refuse to meet with me again or, more likely, be so uncooperative as to make our sessions absolutely useless. Even as I recognized that the clientâs anger was most likely a result of a combination other factors rather than just my presence, the self-confidence I had cultivated over the years through my successes academically, socially, and professionally. Suddenly, none of that seemed to matter in my current position and I felt ill-equipped to face the challenge. Back at the office as I read through Mr. Carterâs file, I discovered his life was one of hardship with multiple interactions with the law from a young age and no stable home life. While not necessarily an excuse for his behavior, it made me realize how silly it would be to pity myself when there was a client who needed and deserved my best; especially when he was facing the possibility of a long incarceration. It was a humbling experience, yet a motivating one.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I was a man on a mission. Every free moment I had, I strove to in some way make as much progress on the case as I could in my role as an aide. In addition to the other cases I was assigned, I worked strenuously to stay apprised of every new detail involving the case. Sifting through Police Reports, mind-numbing, eye-straining discovery projects, analyzing volumes of depositions, I stayed in the office as long as the attorneys would let me. As a Midwesterner raised by hard-working Southerners, I had been trained to believe that all challenges in life could be conquered with perseverance, hard-work, and a game plan. When you clearly identify your goal, the next step is to map-out and execute the steps need to achieve your objective. With this as a framework, I began to view the case assignment, and my internship, as if it were a complex machine through which I played an important albeit smaller role.
Rather than making the mistake of simply attacking each assignment as it came, I sat down and devised a detailed roadmap that would make my workload more manageable and effectively allow me to become a more effective aide. Before each case, I would analyze the background file of each potential client before my first intake interview. Second, I would request the court docket as early as possible to provide the lead attorneys the proper materials necessary to facilitate timely court appearances and leave me more time to research at the office. Finally, I developed positive relationships with officials in the jail and they in turn assisted me in dealing with âproblemâ prisoners. With this plan laid out, I was able to avoid wasted time and was successful in helping to make the legal process move just a bit more smoothly on âourâ side.
Months later after Mr. Carter had stood trial, after the prosecutor made his promise to "make an example" of our client, and after many in the community had judged and convicted our client in the court of public opinion, the verdict was returned: not guilty. It must have been truly a sight to see a jubilant black male celebrating an Aryan Nation-supporting individual avoiding incarceration. Though he still refused to shake my hand even after the verdict, I remained thankful for the experience.
A career in the law is far from glamourous, but then as now, the grind of legal field is what draws me to law school. As evidenced by multiple interactions similar to Mr. Carterâs, my efforts will not always be appreciated or welcomed. However, I still desire to be in a position which I can operate at the cross-section of lofty ideals and the gritty day-to-day work that is necessary to help the accused find the justice they deserve.
My FeedbackHerbert,
Youâve made such a great start on your personal statement, and Iâm so excited to work with you. I love this story.
Your essay is about overcoming a challenge, which you set up in the first two paragraphs: you are defending a man who doesnât want to be defended by you. The rest of your essay explains how you overcame that challenge: âperseverance, hard-work and a game plan.â
The problem is that your solutionâperseverance, hard work and a game planâseems to solve a different problem: an overwhelming work load. Your essay contains a narrative bait and switch.
You can solve this problem by articulating the challenge more clearly and rethinking the solution.
Letâs start with the challenge. The situation you set up in the first paragraph is obviously difficult, but you never quite articulate the challenge. I can infer several:
- The psychological challenge of defending the rights of someone who would curtail yours.
- The challenge of an overwhelming workload.
- The challenge of defending someone who doesnât want your help, whom you might not be able to help, and who undermines your self-confidence.
Your first task is to identify the challenge in a single sentence. To my mind, 1 and 3 are the most interesting. You might be able to combine them.
Once youâve identified the challenge, youâll want to rethink how you solve it. The solution might include hard work, and it might include empathy (which you do a fantastic job of showing in the second paragraph), but it also might involve an attitude adjustment.
I want you to rewrite your essay. The first two or three paragraphs should develop the challenge; the rest of them should explain how you overcame that challenge.
Make sure the first paragraph lays out the dilemma clearly. You should tell the reader that youâre a black man. Tell us what it feels like to defend a white supremacist. You should key in on the most challenging aspect (again, either the moral yuckiness or the hit to your self-confidence).
Summary of My Recommendations
- Identify the main challenge in a single sentence.
- Identify how you overcome that challenge.
- Rewrite your essay.
Let me know if you have any questions!
Final Draft
As I sat across from the snarling muscular gentleman with the wide variety of tattoos adorning his face, arms and chest, I did my best to maintain my focus. Just two days into my internship with the public defenderâs office, I was already visiting the local jail to interview newly acquired clients. Doing my best to look past the massive swastika on his forearm, I attempted to create rapport: âMy name is George and Iâm here on behalf of the public defenderâs office. Before we begin, I just wanted to say I am very excited to work with you andââ
ââLess heâs gettinâ me out, get this f***ing clown outta my face!â shouted the client, whom Iâll call Mr. Carter.
I left the jail feeling embarrassed, defeated, and unsure of whether I should keep working the case. As a black man, I found the idea of defending an alleged white supremacist repugnant, and Mr. Carter clearly felt the same way about working with me. I asked myself if working on such a case would be the right thing to do. Would I be able to live with myself if I helped to free a criminal who could harm a member of the black community at Truman State or elsewhere? Even if I did stay on, I feared I would be unproductive, since I expected Mr. Carter to be so uncooperative as to make our sessions useless. It seemed foolish to become invested in the public defender internship, considering I had other attractive opportunities like a paid position with a local private firm.
Back at the office, I had the chance to read Mr. Carterâs file. I discovered his life was one of hardship. Heâd had multiple interactions with the law from a young age and no stable home life. This wasnât an excuse for his behavior, but it did help me empathize. I wondered if I would have avoided the âeasy moneyâ of drug-peddling if my socio-economic circumstances had been different. I could have ended up with the wrong crowd if my parents had not instilled in me a strong sense of right and wrong. In that way, Mr. Carter and I were more similar than I would have liked to admit. Even though I still had serious reservations about Mr. Carter as a person and what he might do post-incarceration, I realized it was shortsighted to shirk my responsibilities just because defending Mr. Carter would be hard. Though I had envisioned an Atticus Finch-like adventure when I applied to work for the public defenderâs office, reality gave me an impoverished racist in need of assistance. He faced a long incarceration, he had a right to a fair trial, and I was assigned to his case. Thatâs all that mattered.
I wish I could say Mr. Carter had a similar moment of introspection and empathy. Meeting with him was an exercise in maintaining my composure. He often responded to my questions by rolling his eyes and saying, with as much contempt as he could muster, âIâll talk to my lawyer about it, not you.â I knew there was no point in reminding him that Iâd been sent by my boss, his lawyer. With every verbal slight, my initial doubts about working the case came rushing back. Advocating for someone who probably considered me to be subhuman was both hurtful and exasperating. Yet I treated him as I would any other clientâwith the utmost respectâ and over time, my resolve to stay on the case grew stronger. Regardless of his choices, there was good legal work to be done.
Months laterâ after Mr. Carter had stood trial, after the prosecutor made his promise to "make an example" of our clientâthe verdict was returned: not guilty. It must have been a sight to see a black male celebrating the acquittal of a white supremacist. Though Mr. Carter refused to shake my hand even after the verdict, I remain thankful for the experience. I was able to move beyond personal animosity and work with a solid team to seek justice. I know now that my efforts will not always be appreciated or welcomed. I know that defending the disadvantaged wonât always be glamorous. Iâm still excited, however, to begin a career that lets me seek justice for all people, regardless of my feelings for them.