Friday, July 3, 2009

Fun with Quicklaw: Glaringly Self-Serving Edition

As summer edges damply forward, and back-to-school commercials linger threateningly just over the horizon, the thoughts of the aspiring lawyer turn idly to employment, and the grim spectre, casually-mentioned, that one's blog may be perused by decision-makers.

What was the last entry I made on this blog? the student wonders. Could it have been the one about the marijuana? Oh dear. That is not fairly representative. If only it could have been the one about justice (Texas-style), or that other one about how the Nashville Predators organization should give me $200. Oh well. Perhaps I am due for a new entry.

But what search string is called for in such a situation? Perhaps the interests found on one's resume will serve. The word 'caribou' in the British Columbia and Yukon law reports brings roughly 200 cases to attention. The noble beast has had some significant legal troubles, it would seem. A search for 'murder' within those results procures a rather more manageable six, among them them R. v. Wise, [1992] 1 S.C.R. 527. Odd, thinks the aspiring lawyer. I've come across this case before. Perhaps the volume of Canadian jurisprudence has been exaggerated!

The case should be known to any student with the unenviable task of arguing for the admissibility of ill-gotten evidence, under s. 24(2) of the Charter. Whether inclusion of such evidence will "bring the administration of justice into disrepute" is a question haunting many a moot court, and the Collins test haunts the dreams of many a moot court participant. Indeed, were the Supreme Moot Court of Windsor to have its way, young Jagrup Singh would today be walking free, despite the aspiring lawyer's best efforts in the spring of 2008, it must be admitted.

Mr. Wise, a suspect in a murder with possible serial implications, made the mistake of committing some mischief to property over $1000. Significantly over. Having placed an electronic tracking device in Mr. Wise's car during the course of their investigation, police had little trouble tying him to the destruction of a two-million dollar communications tower. The twisted hunks of metal found in his car provided fairly clearcut evidence.
Unfortunately, the police, armed with a warrant to search the man's property and vehicle, failed to install their tracking device until 30 hours after the expiry of that warrant. A Charter violation was made out, and Mr. Wise was acquitted. The Crown, however, was not so easily dissuaded. The Court of Appeals and the Supreme Court of Canada agreed that Mr. Wise should be imprisoned, in the interests of justice. While the accused's Charter rights under s. 8 were violated, the violation was forgivable based on the factors outlined in Collins. Noted Justice Cory for the majority of the Supreme Court, "the beeper monitoring of the accused's vehicle invaded a reasonable expectation of privacy" (para. 19) and thus violated s. 8 of the Charter; however, the evidence was not conscriptive, there was a pressing need for it, and the administration of justice was not brought into disrepute by its admission.

But what does the caribou have to do with it?

According to Justice Cory at paragraph 28, the mighty caribou herds solve a thorny problem afflicting law students nationwide: the definition of the word 'conscriptive' in s. 24(2) --
In this case, I agree with the court of appeal that the movements of the car constituted real evidence. There was no police compulsion or enticement which required the appellant to enter or drive his car. Rather he exercised his own free will. It was the accused who determined that he would drive his car, the routes he would follow and the manner in which he drove. The movement of an object may be transitory but it is real. The movement of a terrestrial body can be and often is plotted. That movement is transitory but real. The migratory route of the caribou herds is transitory but it is vital and real to those who depend upon that movement for food and clothing. So too is the movement of a motor vehicle real. This evidence could be considered conscriptive if the actions of the police forced or perhaps enticed the accused to utilize his vehicle and to follow prefixed routes in arriving at destinations selected by them.

Lessons learned:
  • If one happens to be a person-of-interest in an investigation into a rash of serial killings, it is best to keep one's head down, refraining from wanton destruction, even in the wilds.
  • The Collins test will stay with you long after the moot court's venerable doors have slammed on you. Whether or not evidence may be considered 'conscriptive' is a question which cannot safely be left to the academics. Only by the the migratory route of the caribou herds may you be saved.
Lessons learned in first year law, about which one is now uncomfortably reminded:
  • When the judge agrees to disagree with you about the meaning of the word upon which hinges the case, victory is probably not at hand.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Month That Was June 2009

For the past two months, there have been three obstacles to regular or even sporadic updating of this site:
  1. having actual work to do,
  2. my inability to finish David Copperfield, and
  3. the DOJ's heroic vigilance over errant web-surfing (no Blogger, Facebook, Gmail, Twitter or Wordpress -- how will I know about new dead celebrity montages!), which relates to Obstacle 1 but merits its own bullet because I have so little willpower or self-control.
But it wouldn't do to let the month of June 2009 slip by without a single update, and so let us reflect upon

The Month that Was
  • June 1 - (present): stricken with either the most nagging cold ever or allergies for the first time in my life; hate and fear dogs, dust, grass, human touch, sunshine
  • June 4: police cadet calls me a "bleeding heart liberal"
  • June 8: security staff at Elgin Middlesex Detention Centre (read: screws) make uncharitable remarks and use foul language while audible over the Video Remand system; they are reprimanded by the Justice of the Peace
  • June 9: I review a file in which a prisoner tells the guards he has taken two ecstasy pills and has to go to the hospital, and then surrenders a bag of ten more ecstasy pills; this prisoner's date of birth is recorded as December 1996; I reflect on what I was doing when I was twelve years old and conclude that, though I wasn't dealing ecstasy, I might have been playing too much Warcraft II
  • June 12: accused person resolves the charges against him just short of his fiftieth appearance in #12 Court, at which date I really intended to ask whether or not we could, you know, get the show on the road a little bit
  • June 15: in Toronto for articling Q&A at the Ministry of the Attorney General (aka the provincial Crown's office); the two-hour production might have been reduced to one question ("do I have a hope of getting a job here?") and one answer (a snort)
  • June 17: back to Toronto for DOJ open house; a Crown prosecutor acquainted with my employer in London requests that I "ask him if he's sober these days"; I laugh because we're in public but do not pass on this greeting
  • June 19: I am required to encourage counsel to schedule pleas for Wednesdays only, when a federal Crown is guaranteed to be available to read in the charges; this request doesn't sit well with counsel, who don't want their clients to have to spend five more nights in jail in order that the federal Crown isn't inconvenienced; I resolve never to make such a request again
  • June 21: celebrate Father's Day by renting an enormous woodchipper for the whole weekend
  • June 21 (evening): want to watch Fargo for some reason
  • June 22: every member of London's news media turns out to #12 to see the two-minute appearance of a woman accused of murdering her three infant children; I try to sit up straight and look halfway competent for a change
  • June 23: the sole remaining person in the RCMP office remarks on his way out the door, "you're really burning the midnight oil these days" -- at 4:30 PM
  • June 25: Farrah Fawcett, biggest also-ran since Dodi al Fayed
  • June 26, 9:00 AM: a co-worker tells me that she thinks Michael Jackson was unfairly convicted by the media and holds out faith in his innocence -- which is ridiculous of course, but refreshing coming as it does from a prosecutor
  • June 26, 5:00 PM: board Greyhound bus en route to Toronto for the weekend; last remaining seat is next to a woman wearing a Snuggie; send text message to this effect to several people, careful to conceal the substance of the message from her view
  • June 28: miss Pride Parade in Toronto in favour of seeing Woody Allen's Whatever Works; conclude that God is LGBT; Whatever Works is an abomination and offends His sight
  • June 29: staff at Bluewater Detention Centre use language unsuitable for a courtroom, also while audible over the Video Remand system; they are likewise reprimanded -- they're not hired for their soft touch.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Damn you Peter Hogg

How can a 1436-page book be the "abridged" version? And how did the publishers know to keep everything except the chapters I might actually need? And why does the index still refer to the chapters that have been deleted?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I Have a Legal Question

My employer needs to know whether Superior Courts in Britain had inherent jurisdiction over all criminal charges as of the date of Canadian Confederation.

Specifically, we're interested in inherent jurisdiction over straight summary conviction offences (like s. 4(5) of the CDSA, simple possession of less than 30 grams of marijuana). My instructions included this direction:

"I think the issue boils down to the fact that Superior Courts in Canada have the same inherent jurisdiction as the British Superior Courts did at Confederation - I just need to know the scope of that jurisdiction at Confederation."

Thoughts? I'd hate to have to open a book for this.

Dream girl so beautiful, lips all crummy / Skin like asphalt, nose so runny

Today a woman came into the video remand courtroom wearing a shirt that read "My [heart] belongs to what's-his-name".

Later her cell phone rang during open court (you didn't think she had a cell phone?) and she went "aw, shit!"

I missed this.

Monday, May 11, 2009

No to mandatory minimums

I prosecute drug traffickers and I endorse this screed:
http://www.thestar.com/comment/article/631536

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Sitting on the porch / Cursing the neighbourhood kids / Adulthood is bliss

My exams are over and so, almost, is a week of sloth. My Toronto apartment is sublet(ted?) to, of all things, a second-year U of A law student who has a job on Bay St this summer and so may be presumed not to read this blog. Tomorrow I leave TO. I am headed back to the London Federal Crown for the summer. I hope this yields many more opportunities to use the Dirty Skids tag.

Now my feet are cold and it's time to sit or get off the porch.
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Monday, April 20, 2009

Fun with Quicklaw: 4:20 edition

Today, April 20, marks the observance of a widely publicized secret holiday. Marijuana enthusiasts the world over will congregate to sample the hobbit's leaf and listen to some Marley. Maybe some Floyd, if there's time. There might not be time.

The origin of the holiday is shrouded in scented mystery. According to the 'pedia, it has something to do with the hour at which misguided youth get out of detention, and are again free to get themselves into trouble. In actuality, the origin is irrelevant. Stoners don't care. Over-thinking it will kill your buzz, 'cause then you realize it's also Hitler's birthday and the anniversary of the Columbine massacre, and it's hard to stay mellow thinking about stuff like that.

On Twitter, noted film director and marijuana enthusiast Kevin "Silent Bob" Smith began enthusiastically trumpeting the day's celebratory activities at a particularly un-weed-like hour: "8:45 on 4.20. All I've got today is conference call, so... LET THE BLAZIN' BEGIN! First up, strain called NY Diesel."

Silent Bob keeps it mellow. Something else that's mellow? Schadenfreude!

A quick search for '4:20 AND marijuana' leads to R. v. Smith, [2005] B.C.J. No. 176.

On November 8, 2000, police arrested Leon Edward Smith on campus at the University of Victoria, and charged him with weed possession with intent to traffick.
Smith, while not actually a student, per se, was nonetheless the president of a club called Hempology 101, which gathered on campus for open air meetings every Tuesday at 4:20 in the afternoon. Smith set up some signs, passed out some weed pamphlets, and then proselytized to his assembled listeners for half an hour or so. Then, a little puff, puff, pass with a fist full of joints.
Smith was arrested with 7.8 grams of weed. He had a lot of excuses:
  1. he brought some of the weed, yeah, but he got the other bag at the gathering, and didn't know what was in it;
  2. man, his back was hurtin' from playing rugby, and he needed that weed, 'cause it relaxed him; and
  3. weed kept him from alcoholism and depression.
A retired university professor's testimony regarding the health benefits of weed was initially allowed, but ultimately given no weight, since Smith forgot to present evidence that he actually had any actual medical need in the first place.

He did profess to consider himself a political activist devoted to spreading the word about weed's medicinal uses. However, the Court was unimpressed by freedom of conscience and expression arguments under the Charter, since he wasn't arrested for his beliefs or the expression of his views, but rather for smoking and passing around an illegal drug.  
It's the difference between saying stupid things, and actually being stupid.

So what have we learned?
  • Marijuana, or marihuana? When writing a judgment in the British Columbia Provincial Court (Criminal Division), there is no need to choose! Alternating the spelling makes it fun for the reader, and also increases the chances of your case being discovered in legal database searches.
  • Saying you play rugby negates all possible credibility as a stoner.
  • Just 'cause you think you're a political activist, doesn't mean the laws don't apply to you. Nor does getting arrested make you a political martyr. You're probably just a d-bag.
  • Hempology 101 is not offered by the University of Victoria. No, not even in the philosophy department. It wouldn't look good on your transcript anyway.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Inaugural Email Post

Blogging just got harder on the thumbs. Thanks, Blogger!
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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Orson's Swell


Watched Citizen Kane last night.  I guess it's the greatest movie of all time.

You know what it could've used, though?
A speedboat chase.

Of course, that's a lot like saying that a meal could've used some bacon.  Always true.

If he'd made a movie about eating bacon on a speedboat, Mr. Welles would've had a real hit on his hands.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Boring Class Bingo

Civil procedure can be less than scintillating. Not every landmark decision is written by a xenophobic Texan with a penchant for workplace sexual aggression. However, there is a cure for this malaise, provided your class is small enough, and not made up entirely of traitorous saboteurs: BINGO!

Your grandmother would be psyched. If you threw in a slot machine, she'd be signing up for the LSAT right now. Hell, you had her at "xenophobic Texan."

The rules:
  • The regular rules. They haven't changed since you last played.
  • Players must submit a nominal entry fee (the pot) before receiving a card.
  • Players may not actively alter the course of a lecture in order to fill in squares.
  • Upon completion of a line of squares, the player must raise his or her hand, and work the word "bingo" into a legal question:
Naturally, there must be a wide variety of categories in order to create a challenging and long-lasting game, and to ensure that there aren't a dozen simultaneous winners.

Potential squares:
  • The professor uses a latin phrase.
  • Infrequent class participants participate.
  • The professor makes up a hypothetical in which a company designs, manufactures, markets or sells widgets. (What are widgets? Is it so difficult to come up with a product that actually exists? Screwdrivers. Microchips. There's two, right off the top of my head. Pistols. Syringes. Those two are from looking out the window. It's that easy.)
  • Your class's frequent-sneezer sneezes, startling those around him.
  • The professor adjusts his or her pants. (This may be one- or two-handed, depending on professorial obesity.)
  • The small-bladdered student leaves class in the middle, or the chronically late one enters.
  • Somebody misuses a word.
  • The class covers a case involving a rail yard, or a steel plant. (Those are some seriously litigious locales.)
  • A cell phone rings.
  • The professor quotes one of Lord Denning's dry witticisms.
  • Roger says "Gee," "Well," or "Gosh". (He will.)
  • The professor strolls to the back of the class, prompting a flurry of facebook minimization.
  • The FREE square!
There will be widespread laughter when somebody is victorious, which creates the risk that the game will be discovered, and the fun will have to end. The trick is to convince the professor that he or she is really bringing jurisdictional and venue issues to life. If you can do that convincingly, you've truly won the game.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fool's, Justice Cosgrove! Clean Out Your Desk

Cross-posted from Law is Cool

The Canadian Judicial Council released its report yesterday that Justice Paul Cosgrove "failed in the execution of the duties of his judicial office" and recommended that Parliament strip him of his position as superior court judge.

In spite of Cosgrove's public apology for the debacle, and repudiation of his own ruling, the CJC report noted that "public confidence in his ability to discharge [his judicial] duties in future has been irrevocably lost."

The recommendation related to Cosgrove's conduct while presiding over the first-degree murder trial of Julia Elliott in 1997. Cosgrove found that police and Crown officials violated the Charter rights of the accused on over 150 occasions, and ordered her release. In 2003, the Ontario Court of Appeal ruled that Cosgrove J.'s findings were without merit and ordered Elliott to be retried. She pleaded guilty in 2005. Attorney General Michael Bryant complained to the CJC thereafter.

The CJC canvassed the misconduct giving rise to the ruling of abuse of process, which included:

  • giving rise to an apprehension of bias;
  • repeated and unwarranted interference in the activities of the Crown and the RCMP;
  • unfounded threats of arrest or citation for contempt;
  • rude, abusive or intemperate language; and
  • arbitrarily suppressing a federal immigration warrant.

The disgraced judge's fate now lies with federal Justice Minister Rob Nicholson and his recommendation to Parliament.

In December, Cosgrove will turn 75, the age when judges are required to retire. Should Parliament break with longstanding tradition and take swift action against him before then, Cosgrove stands to lose his $170,000 annual pension.

Cosgrove sat on the bench for 25 years. Prior to his appointment in 1984, he served as public works commissioner and as the mayor of Scarborough.

This would mark the first time Parliament has removed a judge from office. In 1996, Justice Jean Bienvenue narrowly avoided that honour by resigning before the axe could fall.

Chances to kick a superior court judge while he's down come seldom, and The Other Half would hate to pass up that chance in favour of such a fleeting virtue as decorum -- why, if the undoing of Cosgrove J. has taught us anything, it's that 25 years of decorum can be dashed by a mere 150 unfounded determinations of police misconduct. As such, the following are some helpful suggestions to sitting judges, derived from Cosgrove J.'s ongoing misfortune:

  1. So your peers in the Canadian judiciary feel you've undermined confidence in the justice system and brought shame upon the silk robe; discretion is the better part of valour! Apologize early and often.
  2. When levying baseless threats and accusations of misconduct against the police and Crown, ask yourself: how much is too much?
  3. It is never too late to cultivate a personal relationship with the Attorney General. After all, political connections got you the job in the first place!