The Death of Punishment: Searching for Justice among the Worst of the Worst

The Death of Punishment: Searching for Justice among the Worst of the Worst

by Robert Blecker

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The Death of Punishment: Searching for Justice among the Worst of the Worst by Robert Blecker

For twelve years Robert Blecker, a criminal law professor, wandered freely inside Lorton Central Prison, armed only with cigarettes and a tape recorder. The Death of Punishment tests legal philosophy against the reality and wisdom of street criminals and their guards. Some killers' poignant circumstances should lead us to mercy; others show clearly why they should die. After thousands of hours over twenty-five years inside maximum security prisons and on death rows in seven states, the history and philosophy professor exposes the perversity of justice: Inside prison, ironically, it's nobody's job to punish. Thus the worst criminals often live the best lives.

The Death of Punishment challenges the reader to refine deeply held beliefs on life and death as punishment that flare up with every news story of a heinous crime. It argues that society must redesign life and death in prison to make the punishment more nearly fit the crime. It closes with the final irony: If we make prison the punishment it should be, we may well abolish the very death penalty justice now requires.

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ISBN-13: 9781137278562
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 11/19/2013
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 6.56(w) x 9.48(h) x 1.08(d)

About the Author

Robert Blecker is a professor at New York Law School, a nationally known expert on the death penalty, and the subject of the documentary "Robert Blecker Wants Me Dead." He formerly prosecuted corruption in New York's criminal justice system as a Special Assistant Attorney General and has been the sole keynote speaker supporting the death penalty at several major national and international conferences. A post-graduate Harvard fellow in Law and Humanities, Blecker wrote a stage play "Vote NO!" which premiered at the Kennedy Center. Profiled by the New York Times and Washington Post, the subject of a USA Today cover story, and recently featured on ABC Nightline, Blecker frequently comments for national media, including the New York Times, PBS, CNN and BBC World News. He lives in New York.

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The Death of Punishment

Searching for Justice Among the Worst of the Worst


By Robert Blecker

Palgrave Macmillan

Copyright © 2013 Robert Blecker,
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ISBN: 978-1-137-38133-0



CHAPTER 1

Killing the Wrong People

It is easy to get angry — anyone can do that ... but to feel or act towards the right person to the right extent at the right time for the right reason in the right way — that is not easy

— Aristotle, Ethics


As a small child, I knew that Nazis were evil and Adolf Hitler deserved to die. My mother staunchly opposed capital punishment, but she made an exception for Hitler. I was five when controversy flared in our house as the United States executed Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, accused Soviet spies. My ultraliberal mother believed the Rosenbergs innocent and insisted they were killed because they were Jews. My father, always sober and rational, taught me that any citizen who gave or even tried to give Joseph Stalin the atom bomb deserved to die.

In elementary school, kids would pull legs off spiders and laugh as the creatures struggled. I once pulled two limbs from a daddy longlegs. Then I thought about it from the spider's point of view. I felt sick and tried to make it up to this creature I'd crippled by leaving dead bugs for him to eat.

But Leech Rock was different.

At summer camp, we'd come in after swimming in the lake, bleeding, slimy leeches still clinging to us. You couldn't rip them off without losing your skin too. So we flicked them off with a lit match. The animals fell, helpless at our feet. Now what to do? We certainly wouldn't throw them back to attack us again. So we burned them in a ritual at Leech Rock. After all, unprovoked, they had shed our blood. It never occurred to us they were just being leeches. But then, too, maybe by killing them, we were just being human.

During the Cold War of the 1950s, the Soviets killed political dissenters and prepared to destroy the United States. I learned in school that tyrants have always killed dissenters. But never here. I loved the United States, and in fourth grade I wrote patriotic poetry.

As I grew up, freedom became a big issue for me. I refused to keep my parakeet Tippy locked in a cage; he had a right to fly around the room whenever he wanted. My mother threatened to abandon my room to filth. I took her dare. Amanda, our black housekeeper, hated the dirt and scolded me for letting the bird make a mess. But when I explained why, Amanda snuck into my room to clean droppings from my shelves. My parents detested racism and racists. In Mississippi in 1955, the Klan murdered Emmett Till, a 14-year-old black boy, for flirting with a white woman. I wasn't focused on the details, but I remember how upset they were when an all-white jury in Mississippi acquitted young Emmett's killers.

My parents also told me the story of Leo Frank. How in 1913, someone murdered young Mary Phagan in the basement of an Atlanta pencil factory. An ambitious prosecutor pressured witnesses and convinced a jury to convict Frank, the prominent Jewish factory superintendent. The real killer — a janitor there — "cooperated" with the prosecution. Frank's lawyers desperately fought to postpone his execution date while the judge who sentenced Frank to die admitted serious doubts about his guilt. Even the real killer's lawyer urged the governor to spare Frank's life. On his last day in office, the Georgia governor commuted Frank's death sentence, then fled the state with his family. Vicious anti-Semitic attacks in the press stirred up public passions, and a Klan-led mob stormed the prison. They drove Leo Frank back to Mary Phagan's childhood home. While Frank protested his innocence and begged the mob to return his wedding ring to his wife, they lynched him. No one prosecuted Leo Frank's killers; his prosecutor, Hugh Dorsey, went on to become governor.

So I knew early on that prejudice stained the system; trials did not guarantee justice. The guilty might walk free while innocents were wrongly accused, falsely condemned, and killed. Those in power would make it murder or make it all right with a wink. And yet I still felt certain that Hitler and the racists who killed Emmett Till deserved to die.

Then came that day in eighth grade when I discovered Abraham Lincoln did not free the slaves. I idolized Lincoln and carried around Carl Sandberg's multivolume biography. My social studies teacher, determined to strip me of idolatry, demanded I actually read the Emancipation Proclamation and report to the class exactly which slaves Lincoln in fact freed. Of course it turns out that the Great "Emancipator" freed exactly no one he could. Slaves living in the Confederacy were now "free" to rebel and die in the attempt. But everywhere the Union Army controlled — in Maryland, for example — the commander in chief left all slaves in bondage.

Lincoln fell, and then came God. Reading the Old Testament in Bible study class revealed a divine support for genocide — a God who would command the death penalty for homosexuality, failing to keep the Sabbath, or mouthing off to your parents. A God who let the Holocaust happen. And when I challenged my Sunday school teachers, they could only insist, "No man can comprehend His ways," while they had no problem preaching against the death penalty, although the Bible clearly called for it.

First slavery, now segregation, tore America apart. I grew up looking down on the South. How could segregation be the law? I hated Southern sheriffs with attack dogs tearing up freedom fighters. Civil rights crusaders became my new heroes. The Soviets might be ahead of us in the space race, but Martin Luther King Jr. stirred me, while John and Bobby Kennedy glamorously and gloriously forced racial integration.

November 22, 1963, eleventh-grade social studies, seventh period. Studying the American Civil War again, only this time I knew that Lincoln hadn't freed the slaves. So no big surprises. The principal's metallic voice crackled on the intercom: President Kennedy had just been assassinated. Then Jack Ruby assassinated Kennedy's assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald, on TV! What was happening?

Off I went at 17 to Tufts University, loving my country, still grieving Kennedy, and believing in the death penalty. In 1965, we college freshmen fought to keep our door nearly closed with a woman in our dormitory room, while the women fought for the right to wear pants on campus. By our senior year in 1969, we had occupied buildings in protest and shut down the school. In addition to sex, drugs, and the Beatles, the war in Vietnam consumed us. And not only because we might be drafted to fight and die. Our political science professors taught us that Ho Chi Minh strove for a more just society. An admirer of the United States, although a Communist, Ho had modeled Vietnam's Constitution on ours. Only he wanted Vietnam — and not American big business — to control his country's natural resources. So President Eisenhower canceled promised elections because, as he explained, "If free elections had been held, Ho Chi Minh would have won 80 percent of the vote."

In 1966, I marched against the war. We protesters formed a thin, ragged line down the middle of Manhattan's Fifth Avenue, while large, hostile crowds lined the sidewalks. That summer in Chicago, Richard Speck murdered eight student nurses in their dorm. As he took them off to a bedroom, one by one, to strangle or stab each one to death, Speck lost count. Curazon Amurao, his would-be ninth victim, numb with terror, witnessed the scene from under a bed. She lived to identify Speck by his tattoo: "Born to Raise Hell." Richard Speck, a monster by any measure, awaited society's verdict. Most of America cheered the jury that sentenced Speck to die. I wanted him killed, badly.

I was no law junkie, but the US Supreme Court made it exciting: Miranda v. Arizona led an avalanche of opinions applying the Bill of Rights to the states, while court orders restrained local prosecutors and police from violating defendants' rights. Back on campus, along with the war, guilt at our nation's racist legal past tore at the breasts of moderate whites. We the People had screwed the Indians and then the blacks. And now, at last, our Supreme Court took seriously constitutional commands of equal protection and due process. The most radical among my fellow antiwar activists hated the United States and sneered at the justices' token gestures, laying their liberal guilt trip on the nation. They denounced the court as just another part of the system and characterized me and my fellow patriotic protesters as only "halfway."

The death penalty, though, really got me ostracized from the antiwar movement. Capital punishment provoked volatile arguments among us 19-year-olds. An unofficial national moratorium covered the United States, as judges and governors stayed all executions while a hundred different constitutional challenges from abolitionist lawyers made their way through the courts. For several months, no state had executed a condemned killer. But to me, that made the Vietnam War all the more perverse: In Asia we napalmed and killed thousands of innocent women and children, while in Chicago corrections officers served condemned killer Richard Speck his breakfast each morning.

Hugo Adam Bedau, this nation's leading academic opponent of capital punishment, chaired the philosophy department at Tufts. In 1968, students and faculty organized to abolish the death penalty in Massachusetts by popular referendum. The department could not be my home. When the people of Massachusetts voted decisively to keep capital punishment, campus abolitionists bitterly reacted in defeat, attacking my "absurd inconsistency." How could anybody be antiwar yet pro — death penalty? (You hear echoes of that even today — how can a person oppose abortion, be "pro-life," and also be pro — death penalty?)

To me it was simple: We were killing the wrong people.

My protests against authority became my own. In college, I refused to major and almost did not graduate. But a tolerant administration bent the rules. After school, while my friends camped out at Woodstock and the United States fixated on the moon walk, I wandered around Europe on a playwriting fellowship and taught American culture at Vincennes, a left-wing French university. In the library there, I discovered the Great Books of the Western World.

For the next several months, I tried to soak up the wisdom of the classics — those highest lights of abandoned skies. Different worlds reached out to connect me to the Great Scene. Much of it is a blur now, but from the start, Plato's struggle with the Sophists struck home. The Sophists insisted that everything was relative, subjective, and arbitrary, including justice.

"Man is the measure of all things," proclaimed Protagoras. Whatever a person could be made to believe became the truth — for him.

But Plato clung to real, objective, absolute truth and justice. And I clung to Plato. Of course the Sophists might have a point: Smoking pot, resisting the draft, and gay sex could get you punished. But only because those in power outlawed it. Killing eight student nurses in their townhouse or 6 million Jews in gas chambers made a man deserve to die. Not because I wanted it, not because most of us wanted it — but because objectively, in fact, he deserved to die.

Aristotle's concept of "equity" grabbed me: The strictest justice — legal justice, by the book, according to the rules — can sometimes be the greatest injustice. We need equity — fuller justice, particular-to-the- situation justice. Did equity include mercy, I wondered? And how did it relate to poetic justice?

I was soaking up this stuff in Paris when Charles Manson hit the International Herald Tribune. Fiend du jour, this counterculture perversion had commanded his crazed followers to butcher the pregnant actress Sharon Tate and other innocent victims, smearing "pig" and "helter skelter" on the walls in the victims' blood.

"The voice of your brother's blood cries to me from the ground," God said to Cain in Genesis. "Blood pollutes the land, and no expiation can be made for the blood that is shed in it except by the blood of him who shed it," the Bible later declares. "Blood pollution" may sound archaic, but it still captured my feelings of anger and disgust. Manson and Speck deserved to die regardless of whether anybody else would be deterred by their deaths — regardless of whether they continued to threaten us. As long as they lived, I felt polluted.

I moved on in the Great Books to John Stuart Mill, which led me to his mentor, Jeremy Bentham. According to these great utilitarians, people seek pleasure and avoid pain. Because a crime brings a criminal immediate pleasure, in order to restrain these rational, calculating pleasure-seekers from satisfying their harmful desires, society must make its threatened punishments more certain, swift, and severe. Bentham's utilitarian calculus appealed to me — so orderly and crisp, with costs offsetting benefits. But in the end, Bentham's worldview, although rational and logical, felt wrong and unreal.

Bentham would have executed only those traitors whose lives posed a continuing threat of massive violence and social disruption. (Contrary to popular opinion, the Catholic Church, even today, tolerates the death penalty in this very unusual circumstance.) But who counted as a "traitor"? War supporters labeled Americans who refused to fight as "traitors," although many of us loved our country. The British Crown in 1775 ordered Samuel Adams and John Hancock to hang for treason.

History had taught us: Might makes right. Nobody described it better than the ancient historian Thucydides. In their great war, Athens controlled the seas and Sparta the land. The little country of Melos only wanted to be left alone. But the Athenians would not allow this tiny island nation to remain neutral. So they gave the Melian representatives an ultimatum: Pay tribute to Athens or die. When the Melians tried to protest this injustice, the Athenian representatives cut them off: "Justice depends upon the equality of power to compel. The strong do what they can; the weak accept what they must." Perhaps there was no truth, no justice. Perhaps everything was relative, arbitrary, subjective. Maybe, as the Sophists insisted, justice was nothing but the interest of the stronger.

For an extended moment I doubted my commitment to moral truth. Then I remembered Charles Manson and Richard Speck. I felt certain that whatever the future costs and benefits, they should die — for the sake of the past. Plato had it right. Evil was real. When it came to justify punishing it, however, Plato disappointed me:

In punishing wrongdoers, no one concentrates on the fact that a man has done wrong in the past or punishes him on that account, unless taking blind vengeance like a beast. No, punishment is not inflicted by a rational man for the sake of the crime that has been committed — after all one cannot undo what is past — but for the sake of the future, to prevent either the same man or, by the spectacle of his punishment, someone else, from doing wrong again.

According to Plato, we may only kill those criminals we cannot correct, incorrigibles whose souls were beyond repair. I needed a great mind to tell me that Hitler, Speck, and Manson must die, regardless of whether they could someday be converted into amiable golfing companions. The suffering of their tortured victims simply demanded it.

My flirtation with Plato and Bentham's pragmatic justification for punishment ended. Back in the Great Books I found Bentham's arch-opponent, Immanuel Kant: "A human being can never be manipulated merely as a means to the purposes of someone else. He must first be found deserving of punishment before we give any consideration to the utility of this punishment for himself or for his fellow citizens. Only the law of retribution can determine exactly the kind and degree of punishment." At last a kindred spirit? "If he has committed a murder, he must die," Kant insisted. "There is no sameness of kind between death and remaining alive even under the most miserable conditions." I carefully copied these passages into my notebook: "But the death of the criminal must be kept entirely free of any maltreatment that would make an abomination of the humanity residing in the person suffering it."

Kant came closer to how I felt. But Kant, too, ultimately disappointed me, simplistically lumping all murderers together. Hitler, Speck, and Manson deserved a fate much worse than that reserved for common killers. Besides, Kant seemed too detached and devoid of anger. I understood our abstract duty to kill these monsters: They had committed capital crimes. But unlike Kant, I hated Charles Manson, Richard Speck, and other vicious predators like them. I wanted them to feel their victims' pain before they died. I searched further in the Great Books but could not find my voice.


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Table of Contents

Contents

Part I: Man the Measure,
1: Killing the Wrong People,
2: Playing the Game,
3: Two Sides to Every Question?,
4: Richer than the Rules of Law,
Part II: Voices from the Inside,
5: One Raggedy Lawyer,
6: Between Right and Wrong,
7: The Living Legend,
8: Under the Influence,
9: Plate Sin with Gold,
10: Their Crime/Our Punishment,
Part III: Witness at an Execution,
11: Behind the Glass,
12: One Step Removed,
13: Curtain Time,
14: The Privileged and the Damned,
Part IV: For Whom the Candles Burned,
15: Flip a Switch,
16: But God Spared Cain,
17: The Man Needs to Die,
18: The Nicest Thing,
19 A One-Man Chair,
20: Dead Right,
21: Whose Voice?,
22: Why Aren't You Dead?,
23: Turning Grey,
24: Six Feet Over,
25: Death Watch,
26: Killing Them Softly,
27: Bearing Witness,
28: The 13th Juror,
Part V: Fighting for the Finish,
29: No Word for It,
30: The Hershey Bar,
31: In a Perfect Kingdom,
32: Everywhere Elsewhere,
Part VI: Forgiveness and Redemption,
33: I Can Look You in the Eyes,
34: Nonsense on Stilts,
35: The Chance to Someday,
36: A Tramp Abroad: Heidelberg,
37: Right Body, Wrong Person,
38: The Ugly Mirror,
Appendix A: Countering the Abolitionists: Their Arguments, Our Replies,
Appendix B: A Model Death Penalty (Permanent Punitive Segregation) Statute,
Appendix C: A Corrections Model Mission Statement,
Appendix D: US Supreme Court Highlights,
Sine Qua Non: Acknowledgments,
Notes,
INDEX,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Robert Blecker makes you think.  And he makes you challenge long-held assumptions.  Among the most widespread and erroneous misperceptions is that prison is a “living hell” for criminals convicted of the most heinous crimes.  It is not, according to the extensive first-hand research Blecker has conducted over the past 25 years. Blecker is a professor at New York Law School – and former Special Prosecutor –who has spent hundreds of hours inside America’s most notorious prisons.  He has been given access to death rows and cell-blocks where the “worst-of-the-worst” have regular access to private television sets, craft rooms, rock-and-roll studios, and air conditioned gyms.  And perhaps most surprisingly, many of the convicted killers-and-rapists have opened up to him.  So have their guards and prison wardens. This is a fascinating story well told. Blecker, who was the subject of a 2009 documentary entitled, “Robert Blecker Wants Me Dead” is widely recognized as the nation’s most thoughtful, articulate “retributivist” – and proponent of the death penalty.  It is clear as one reads this book Blecker is not trying to be provocative for the sake of being provocative. The story is far more philosophical than political.  And it is dramatic. The stories Blecker relates – from prisoners, prison officials, and what he has seen first-hand – are fascinating and well-told. I suspect Blecker’s objective is only partly to get people to agree with him.  His willingness to engage the leading “abolitionists” – those opposed to the death penalty for any reason – is well documented.  Instead, I’m convinced Blecker wants his readers to think.  And to that end, Bleckers succeeds admirably.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is an extended exposition of the death penalty in the form of a memoir. Robert Blecker, a professor of Constitutional and criminal law at New York University, traces his decades long quest to understand his retributivist beliefs concerning convicted perpetrators of vicious, often multiple murders. For prospective readers like me, I needed to be reminded that retributivism is an approach to crime and punishment aspiring to make the punishment fit the crime, up to and including a painful if quick death for "the worst of the worst" murders. Billy Crystal, the popular comedic actor and promoter of liberal Democratic causes, states in his new memoir that aging has influenced him to become more politically conservative. He is almost apologetic in describing his revulsion at the thought of remorseless serial killer Richard Speck partying in prison as his punishment for the systematic torture, rape, and murders of eight student nurses in Chicago. Speck died of natural causes in prison, famously mocking his victims and society in a widely viewed video. Crystal takes affront at the thought of society coddling such a monstrous person for so long. And the affront has apparently worn on Crystal. Speck passed away in 1991. Boston's popular and unabashedly liberal mayor Thomas Menino has gone on the record as supporting the death penalty for the Marathon bombers. Such an approach would have to be in a federal jurisdiction, for Menino and many Massachusetts citizens have abolished the death penalty in their own state. While an entertainer and a politician only express such retributivist views under self-mocking cover of senility or as a lame-duck politician, maybe it is high time to examine seriously the arguments put forth by retributivists in favor of the death penalty. Robert Blecker does just that in "The Death of Punishment." I found the memoir format compelling for a topic of this seriousness and complexity. While this could have devolved into an exercise in self-absorption for a relatively rare species amongst the legal profession in recent years - a tireless advocate in favor of the death penalty - Blecker's obsessive quest to understand his own beliefs, and to seek out their historical and philosophical roots, and test them in extensive travels among notorious Death Rows and in deep interviews with hardened and scary convicts, combine to invite the reader into a little known world. You will explore your own beliefs in following Robert Blecker's decades long quest for justice for "the worst of the worst." I found Blecker's voice compelling. He is adept at infusing drama and interest into a topic that is often characterized by sloganeering, political stereotyping, or dry legal discourse. And Blecker is an excellent writer. I have gotten to know him personally in unrelated contexts of American Revolutionary history and playwriting. In these and this new book on capital punishment, his genuineness, meticulousness, and intelligence are on full display. The memoir renders subtleties of this topic accessible to a very broad audience, while a legalistic approach could have drained the subject of its inherent emotionality and consigned it to a narrow audience of lawyers. I suspect that law students and those opposed to the death penalty will also find much of interest and value. An Appendix provides a crib sheet of the chief arguments for and against the death penalty. Another indexes landmark court cases that have shaped an increasingly abolitionist approach to the death penalty in the U.S. It is worth mentioning a few things the reader will not find in this book. Statistical analyses on either side of this issue are conspicuously absent, keeping in line with the memoir and anecdotal nature of most of its content. It is not (thank goodness for the general reader) a tome full of legalisms and dryly reported court cases and legal pronouncements. You will not find eloquent expositions in favor of abolishing the death penalty. In fact, Blecker's book is intended as a counterpoint to abolitionism. Blecker believes that "crud deserves crud" among his rogues' gallery of convicted capital murderers. I was surprised that Sigmund Freund was not among numerous authorities and philosophers from whom a younger Blecker sought to anchor his beliefs. The finding of Hershey bars among the many Death Row inmate privileges that Blecker finds offensive, had me wondering about the author's psycho-social development. Just why did that brown chocolate bar induce Blecker to feel dirty and defiled? In any case, Blecker's quest for justice exceeds the `eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" of literal biblical retribution. Reading in between the lines, the author seems to feel personally defiled, and society as a whole besmirched, by the continued life of incorrigible criminals who have committed unspeakable crimes. Blecker is not a uni-dimensional advocate in favor of the death penalty. He argues at length that mandatory felony capital murder convictions for unwitting accomplices to unintended murders, in robberies gone awry for example, is too severe a punishment and is over-used. "Let the punishment fit the crime' mantra of retributivism can mean lesser penalties in some situations. This self-proclaimed volunteer executioner reports compellingly on real, current conditions on Death Rows in a number of states, versus hollow polemics falsely declaring them a living hell, and seeks out and empathizes with several high profile extreme murderers. Some of this information is not readily available anywhere else. Presenting this material as memoir may be an emerging sub-genre. Susannah Sheffer's "Fighting for Their Lives: Inside the Experience of Capital Defense Attorneys" [Vanderbilt University Press, 2013, ISBN 978-0-8265-1911-5] presents anecdotal interviews with a score of anti-death penalty lawyers, focusing on their social and emotional challenges. Unlike Blecker's memoir, identities of the subjects are masked, perhaps limiting Sheffer's potential value as quasi-academic source for changing opinions about capital punishment over time. While Blecker's approach on the other end of the spectrum of opinion is also anecdotal, people, places, and footnotes are faithfully recorded and invite independent evaluation. Overall "The Death of Punishment" is a compelling read on several levels - as retributivist exposition, personal memoir, legal overview, and reporting on current Death Row conditions. You will love Robert Blecker, hate him, or be left scratching you head after reading his latest book. Any way you consider it, his is a compelling voice applied to an important and controversial subject. Highly recommended.