Sunday, June 30, 2013

Not about writing, but me writing about something I'm passionate about

This was going to be a Google + post, but it got too long, and I have too much to say on this subject.

I was reading the Washington Post article today about “Secret-court judges upset at portrayal of ‘collaboration’ with government.”  I made it to this paragraph when my mind boggled:

"Still, the former official explained, segregating relevant facts from classified material is routinely done in criminal proceedings under the Classified Information Procedures Act. In those cases, the government can extract the information that is relevant to the defense, the judge approves it, and it is provided to the defense."

I'm a lawyer and I am flabbergasted. So let me see if I can get this straight:

1. The government collects gobs of data on a "suspect."

2. I'm assuming they then have to go to some court of law to get an arrest warrant. But I don't know about this because I do not recall hearing or reading about the trials of suspected "potential" terrorists in the news. This means that either:

  (a) There have been no "potential terrorists" captured by this sweeping NSA surveillance, or,

  (b) There have been "potential terrorists" arrested in secret, tried in secret, convicted in secret, sentenced in secret, and "punished" in secret. 

3. Then, once the Government has an arrest warrant in hand – assuming they bother with that at all – they arrest the “potential terrorist,” indict him, and set a trial date.

4. The defendant “potential terrorist” is kindly allowed to obtain counsel if he can.

5. In the pretrial discovery process, the defense attorney will issue interrogatories to the prosecution (the Government) for disclosure of all information and evidence that they plan to introduce at trial, as well as a witness list.

6. The Government – which has thus far acted entirely in secret, collecting data on millions of American citizens and foreigners, not subject to open scrutiny in a public court of law – then decides which information to give the defense attorney so that she can defend her client. There are two possibilities:

 (a) Once a suspect has been arrested based upon evidence obtained by the NSA pursuant to an order issued in secret and not open to public scrutiny, a curtain is drawn over the illegal and unconstitutional procedures previously followed, and the Government then plays by all the rules, and so does the court, whether that court be secret or public; or,

 (b) The Government handles the prosecution of the case in exactly the same way they handled the investigation, and cherry-pick which items to let the defense have while retaining the zingers for use at trial.

So, now that I have set out the possible procedure scenarios, let’s go back and look at the red flags.

If point 2(a) is correct, and there have been no arrests, then this vast information trawl has yielded no significant counter-terrorism results, and therefore should be scuttled.

If, however, point 2(b) is correct, then what we have is a state ruled entirely by the secret police, wherein the Constitution and the Bill of Rights are only paid lip service. If that is the case – and I suspect it is – what we have is a police state. In a recent interview, former Stasi lieutenant colonel Wolfgang Schmidt said that the NSA’s current program would have been “a dream come true” for the Stasi. “It is the height of naivete to think that once collected this information won’t be used,” he said. “This is the nature of secret government organizations."

If that posit is correct, then I believe it is safe to assume that point 6(b) is correct as well, and that if the justices sitting in judgment of the defendant observe any rule of law, it is only to salve their own consciences.

This makes me want to weep.




Thursday, June 20, 2013

First post

I've been writing stories off and on since I learned how to hold a pencil. Ten years ago, I decided I wanted to be a novelist. I wrote six or seven novels, none of which got published. In the meantime, I wrote short stories, and got several of those published. Three years ago, I decided I had had it. I was done with writing. I went back to school intending to become a psychologist.

 Well, long story short, I didn't get into any of the five grad school programs I'd applied to last fall. Around the time I received my last rejection letter, I got a note from an old Sisters in Crime pal of mine saying her press was putting together an anthology of humorous mystery and horror stories, called Strangely Funny, and would I like to submit one of my Tom stories? 

A little about my Tom stories. While I was straining away, trying to be a Serious Writer, I would occasionally want to write something non-serious -- something fun, just for me, maybe for my friends. On those days, I would sit down at my computer and write a Tom story.

 Tom was born one summer day after I'd been proofreading yet another floofy vampire story; this was back in the day before Twilight went viral. I thought, 'How come every vampire is rich and handsome and mysterious? Why aren't there any Average Joe vampires?' So I decided to create one. Tom Martin. He's moderately attractive, but he doesn't make women swoon at the knees. He works for a living, as a plumber no less. And he has wacky misadventures.

So I would write one of my Tom stories just to entertain myself. I told a friend or two about them, and they asked to read them. They grew so popular among my acquaintance, that I started thinking maybe I ought to submit some for publication. As far as I recall, only one of them got published before I declared my writing career over.

 Fast forward to Spring 2013, and the emails I got from the owners of Mystery and Horror, LLC. Having been rejected by five graduate programs, I was kind of in the mood for a different type of rejection letter, so I sent off "Tom & the Roadside Cafe" to them. To my eternal wonder, this time I was not rejected. "Tom & the Roadside Cafe" will be included in the anthology, Strangely Funny, due out sometime in the near-ish future (more info later).

 Strange how life works, isn't it?