Saturday, May 3, 2008
Don't Forget Your ID Saturday Night
Friday, May 2, 2008
Clemens Thrown a Curve
Take this week’s story of baseball great Roger Clemens (pictured above, left).
DAY ONE - In a story Monday in the New York Daily News, he was accused of having an affair with country singer Mindy McCready for ten years. At the time, he was married and father to two boys. He’s still married and now has four boys.
And it gets worse. The accusations – from “people with intimate knowledge” – are that the affair started when he was 28 and playing for the Boston Red Sox and when McReady was a mere 15.
I have no idea if any of this is true – but I cannot imagine how hard this week has been for his wife of so many years, Debbie – and his four sons. And the fact that the article that broke this “news” is based entirely on anonymous sources makes it hard to digest.
I’ve been a 48 Hours producer for ten years. I completely understand the need and importance of anonymous sources. They can give you information and lead you in directions you may not have known about otherwise. They can be extremely valuable.
One of my good friends and fellow bloggers, Vanessa Leggett, went to federal jail to protect her sources. I’ve always felt this was among the most courageous things I’ve ever witnessed. But Vanessa has dozens and dozens of sources to back up the book she’s writing about River Oaks bookie Bob Angleton – only some of them are anonymous, and she’s checked every one of those out to the hilt.
When it’s a story like this – one that could destroy someone’s life, not to mention his children’s – there should be at least one legitimate, reliable source who will go on the record to tell the story. Especially when it appears on the front page of a New York City newspaper – which will then spread like wildfire around the country to every other paper and evening news show by the end of the day.
DAY TWO - Clemens, through his lawyer, vehemently denies the charges of the affair. He says McCready was a close family friend – but that they were never intimate. But McCready, “tearful but resolute,” according to a Nashville newspaper, said she couldn’t deny anything in the original NY Daily News article. Not a great day for the Rocket. Except that McCready has had a tumultuous past -- so she might not necessarily be credible, either.
He said/she said stories are the hardest to cover – and the hardest for authorities to investigate. Our WCI blog is based on crime – and, if this story is true, it should be considered a crime against Clemens' wife and children, all obvious victims. But there could have been real crimes committed, especially if McCready really was only 15 when the alleged affair began. It’s possible that Clemens could be charged with that even now – in Texas, the statute of limitations extends ten years from the age when someone becomes legal, which is age 18.
And, as everyone in the country likely knows at this point, Clemens is dealing right now with other criminal allegations – namely that he used steroids over the years to enhance his baseball performance and that he lied about it under oath to Congress.
None of us know what -- if anything -- Roger Clemens is guilty of. But I’m inclined to think the bigger “crime” is that of throwing allegations out into the public arena without the proof to back them up. This affair very well might be true. But once the allegations are out there, it doesn’t really matter. The harm to him and – more importantly – to his family is already done. By the time the truth comes out, if it ever does, it will have become secondary to his ruined reputation.
My boyfriend keeps saying “poooooooor Roger” -- I’d counter with poor Roger’s family. And poor any of us who might happen to be in the public eye, making you ripe for allegations, true or not.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Death and Taxes
Thanks for the Happy Birthday. Friday nite is supposed to be a surprise thang. . . . I think its dinner at Ruggles. Anyway, its birthday week, month, I’ll take it!
We need to get together and have lunch or drinks or something. You know??? I am trying to spend some time with the girls the next two weekends cuz I will be gone the next one, and I am glad to be gone, but not away from them. Anyway………life goes on and progress is slow but sure.
Tomorrow I go to a Tax attorney. I need some advice, professional type, you can imagine.
Talk to you sooooooooooon.
love,
Doris
Doris did not need to consult a tax lawyer because returns were due in five days. It was a court setting she had in mind. Two months earlier, she had filed for divorce. The man she intended to leave that spring was mega-successful bookmaker Bob Angleton (pictured right with their twins, age two). Though living on the edge had been exciting in the early years of the marriage, now that their daughters were older, Doris had grown disenchanted with the lifestyle.
The Angletons had been married for fifteen years. Each year, they paid taxes. A small percentage of them, anyway. In only the past three years of his marriage, Bob's business had grossed $64 million, of which he'd reported $2.6 million. That degree of underreporting for fifteen years could put someone in the federal penitentiary for a very long time.
Bob never served time for bookmaking. Cops looked the other way because he was a confidential informant. Doris was aware of her husband's arrangement with police. She knew all about the business. Doris also understood that because the couple filed jointly, she was just as liable for unpaid taxes as the breadwinner. Problem was, if Doris revealed their underreporting, her husband would be charged with tax evasion. Doris could be a witness against him. She was leaving, which meant she could not refuse to testify against him by citing a spousal privilege. Given these facts, it doesn't take a calculator to do the math.
On April 10, 1997, Doris met with a tax attorney at eleven in the morning. The first attempt on her life was around 8:30 that night. She would have another week to live.
If her execution would have been successful that first time, she would not have lived to see her forty-sixth birthday the next day. That morning, she sent this e-mail message to the same girlfriend, a teacher:
I am “crestfallen” at the thought of my youth slipping away
. (well, i know it ain’t the greatest sentence, teach, but its early and I’m old!) How ’bout: I looked in the mirror this am and my crestfallen. (lol)
Sat. looks free, and we can toodle down to the beach house, sans men…. get together at my house in Houston----have margaritas around the corner first we can walk from here--LOL-----order pizza, but the beach house would be completely kid free****** husband free***** and carefree******. . . Thanks for the Happy B-day!!!!
love
Doris (46th version)
She celebrated her birthday with her husband and their close friends at Ruggles, the restaurant where she and Bob had spent their first date. Doris and Bob sat at opposite ends of the banquet-size table. (Doris is pictured above with friend Tex Welsh that night at Ruggles.)
Doris had always possessed a joie de vivre. When she laughed, which was often, she would toss back her head, flash her "million-dollar smile," as friend Missy Welsh described it, and laugh with abandon. "She smiled with her eyes," remembered another friend. But the last week of her life, it seemed, the light had dimmed from her eyes. "She was getting scared of what was to come," said a lifelong friend. "Not necessarily that he was going to harm or kill her. Just this big, scary unknown."
While her eyes might have betrayed her unhappiness, Doris considered herself lucky in many respects, even that night. "Bob threw her a very nice party," one of her friends recalled. "She felt like it was their last time in public as a couple and she was grateful for how gracious he appeared about doing it, about being there, and having this party and having their friends there. She did say she tried to thank him with her eyes but he wouldn’t look at her."
Doris did not have a few days. When she sent that e-mail, she did not have twelve hours to live. Even if Doris had known she was at the end of her life, no doubt she would have spent that day at the hospital with her friend. That Doris had come from her first spinning class--that she was able to exercise while her friend was hospitalized--probably made Doris feel guilty. (Missy also died an early death, but not before Doris.)
On April 15, taxes were filed as expected. April 16, Doris was murdered, shot 12 times in the head and chest. Though she died, she lives on in the memories of those who loved her. Everyone who ever met her remembers her smile.
Bob Angleton was charged twice for ordering his wife's murder. He was acquitted in the first trial, and he fled the country days before the second. But taxes he could not escape. In 2005, Angleton was finally convicted. He is now serving his sentence for tax evasion on "Terminal Island," a federal penitentiary.
Aside from death and taxes, life has no guarantees. We keep our standing date with the IRS year after year. But moment by precious moment, we should enjoy our daily date with life. Don't wait to go to lunch with a good friend. Have a margarita. Order pizza. Live. Laugh. Love.
Doris died before she could meet her childhood friends for their special retreat. She was not able to spend both weekends she had planned with her daughters.
"I am trying to spend some time with the girls the next two weekends," she typed to a friend five days before her death, "cuz I will be gone the next one. . . ."
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
An Open Letter to Judge Kenneth M. Hoyt
Dear Judge Hoyt:
T
he decision could not have been made easier by a declaration Rosenthal recently made to the court, blaming prescription drugs for significant inconsistencies in his sworn statements. Perhaps you are aware that in a press release announcing his resignation from office he wrote this: "Although I have enjoyed excellent medical and pharmacological treatment, I have come to learn that the particular combination of drugs prescribed for me in the past has caused some impairment in my judgment."Rosenthal hesitated, then said, "There is no medical reason that I would not have a recollection." But now Rosenthal claims that prescription medication impaired his judgment. He has seized on the only lifeline his lawyers could extend—an intoxication defense—to keep their client from drowning in a sea of inconsistent sworn statements. In the contempt hearing, there was no mistaking that the District Attorney had repeatedly lied to you about material facts regarding destruction of potential evidence. He was making a mockery of the court.
I'm sure there are many defendants who wish they could have withdrawn their false statements. In a court pleading to you, the plaintiffs' attorney in the underlying lawsuit named three: Martha Stewart, Barry Bonds, and I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby. Rosenthal may believe he is above the law, but he should be no more immune to fines and jail time than Scooter Libby, the former Chief of Staff for the Vice President of the United States of America, who was convicted and sentenced to 30 months in prison. (President George W. Bush commuted the sentence.)
Eventually, Angleton, who is the subject of my book, faced you in court for tax evasion. In 2005, I attended judgment day for him in your courtroom. To refresh your memory, Angleton was the bookmaker and murder-for-hire suspect who failed to pay all of his taxes to the IRS, reporting a $2.6 million gross profit when his business had taken in around $64 million for the three-year period in question. You may recall that after Angleton swore to the court that he had no money, agents found cash he had stashed in offshore accounts.
You have seen that sort of psychology again with Chuck Rosenthal. He has felt above the law for the thirty years he served as a prosecutor in Harris County. The "might makes right" mindset has warped nearly the entire office. A number of these public servants seem to have forgotten just whom they are supposed to serve. The level of entitlement is alarming. And personally disturbing.
Rosenthal's latest sworn statement that prescription drugs caused him to violate your court order is disingenuous at best and criminal at worst. The fact is, Chuck Rosenthal has always been intoxicated. And I'm not referring to his pills or the bottle of whisky he kept in his desk at the office. "Prosecution [is] in his blood," Rosenthal once said, comparing himself to a colleague. "When you experience the joy of helping people who have been victims and get to do something about the perpetrators of crime," he told the Houston Chronicle, " it's so rewarding that it's intoxicating." To Rosenthal, the means always justified the end. In this case, the end—law enforcement getting off the hook for committing egregious civil rights violations—is an injustice. The deputies were not the victims here. The court has already exonerated the real victims whose civil rights were trampled upon.
Your examination of Rosenthal revealed his illegal act was deliberate. He not only selectively deleted 2,000 messages he did not want the court to see. He then deleted all those erased messages from his Deleted Items folder to ensure they would never be recovered. He succeeded. Now he thinks he is above the law because he understood that absent the contents of those messages, there would be no way to prove that evidence was destroyed. And that is precisely why he did it.
The former District Attorney for Harris County is acting like a knowledgeable criminal covering his tracks. No different from Angleton, as you recognized at his sentencing for tax evasion:
Like Angleton, Rosenthal has destroyed evidence. Now the ex-D.A. is claiming an intoxication defense, resorting to criminal defense tactics to reduce his punishment. Angleton did the same thing by claiming he needed treatment for alcohol abuse. His problem was not with alcohol, but with sentencing. Angleton was advised that claiming dependency would shave time off of his punishment. It saved him a little time, but he spent the first part of his sentence at the Federal Detention Center. The same jail that held me for contempt of court. The same facility where Chuck Rosenthal would serve his sentence for contempt, if he is jailed.
Deliberating on sending a former D.A. to jail for any reason is difficult enough. But a district attorney should be held to a higher standard. The public deserves reassurance that elected officials are not above the law. Whatever your decision, I expect you will state it eloquently and that your order will reacquaint Chuck Rosenthal with two key concepts he seems to have lost touch with: Justice and Mercy.
Sincerely,
Vanessa Leggett Tweet



