The Impeachment of Rod Blagojevich
The Illinois House voted 116-1 to impeach Governor Blagojevich. Then, because the 95th General Assembly came to an end and the 96th began before the Senate could try the governor, the House of Representatives for the 96th General Assembly took a new vote on impeachment, voting 117-1 to impeach the governor. Following the governor’s impeachment (twice), the responsibility for the trial fell to the Illinois Senate. There had never been an impeachment trial in the 191 years that Illinois has been a state. Suffice it to say, there was little precedent upon which the Senate could rely. The only help the Constitution gave was to provide that the Chief Justice of the Illinois Supreme would preside over the trial. Other than that, it was a blank slate. But the Senate, under the leadership of a new President, John Cullerton (talk about a baptism by fire), handled the entire process with professionalism and dignity. I hadn’t planned on being named House Prosecutor. In fact, I was in the process of recommending lawyers to handle that task when I was informed that the role would be mine. I considered it an awesome task. I knew that how this trial would be conducted would be as important as the result. I wanted to make sure that we conducted the prosecution in a fair and professional manner. Make no mistake. I wanted to win. I believed that the governor was no longer fit to hold office and that he had horribly betrayed the people of this state. I couldn’t believe that a governor, under these circumstances, would not do the honorable thing and resign. The greatest challenge I faced, other than a lack of time (two weeks to prepare for the trial), was one of form, not substance. I had plenty of substance. But much of it—the criminal case, at least—was in a sworn affidavit signed by an FBI agent. And I couldn’t force an FBI agent to testify. Nor were the witnesses in the federal criminal case available to me. Many of them were under investigation, themselves, and undoubtedly would invoke the Fifth Amendment if I attempted to subpoena them. Moreover, the House had made a decision that I would honor as the House Prosecutor: We would not interfere with the federal investigation and would not call witnesses to the federal case without the consent of the U.S. Attorney, Patrick Fitzgerald. And as much as the U.S. Attorney expressed a willingness to try to give me access to information, he explained to me—and I fully understood—that there was not much information he could give me. (As a side note: Many people have asked me about my interactions with the U.S. Attorney’s office in this case. Obviously, I can’t provide many details. But I can say that Mr. Fitzgerald and many of his top assistant U.S. attorneys were extremely courteous and respectful and generous with their time. For example, they couldn’t hand over the mountain of tapes of the intercepted conversations involving Governor Blagojevich, but they went to the trouble of reviewing them to see if they could carve out some discrete recordings that they could release without affecting their overall case. They did so—four tapes to be specific—and then filed a motion in federal court seeking the release of those tapes. That entire affair involved a great deal of time, legal research, and manpower on their part and I was grateful for it.) With the affidavit as my principal source of evidence, but none of the witnesses named (most of them anonymously) in the affidavit available to me, how was I to put on my case? One thought was simply to read the affidavit to the Illinois Senate, which immediately struck me as silly. The senators didn’t need an elongated bedtime story, no matter how tantalizing it might be. Another was to bring House members in to testify about the contents of the affidavit. But that option was only marginally better; the House members would just be testifying about what they read in the affidavit. Ultimately, I realized that one and only witness could make this work: the FBI agent who signed the affidavit, Special Agent Daniel Cain. So I made another trek to the U.S. attorney’s office and requested that Agent Cain testify. For obvious reasons, Mr. Fitzgerald would not be thrilled to release one of his principal agents to testify in a free-wheeling manner, months before the criminal case would begin. But ultimately, we came to a tentative agreement: Agent Cain would testify but only to the truth of the affidavit he signed. Literally, I would read a paragraph of the affidavit to Agent Cain, and he would testify that the contents of that paragraph were true and accurate to the best of his knowledge. Getting Agent Cain was a terrific development. Yes, I would have preferred his free-wheeling testimony. But in the end, Special Agent Cain would look each senator in the eye and swear under oath that the affidavit he signed was true. So the substance was there, but the presentation still worried me. Who would want to listen to me, the prosecutor, simply recite paragraph after paragraph, with Agent Cain saying nothing more than confirming the truth of their contents? I was concerned about the tedium. But we had one thing going for us. We had the governor’s own words, secretly recorded. And the affidavit, as everyone knows, was chock full of those words. So we put together large poster boards of selected, bombastic Blago quotes from each paragraph. And as I read each paragraph to Agent Cain, we had assistants on each side of him put up a new poster board with a new quote from that particular paragraph of the affidavit. Throw on top of that the presence of the media—about 300 cameras going off, all at once, each time a new board went up. What I feared might be tedious was, in the end, a very dramatic presentation. The case against the governor was never going to be about flash or sizzle. It was always based on substance. But every prosecutor wants an interesting presentation that holds the jury’s—or in this case the senators’—attention. The use of Agent Cain plus the poster boards—which were plastered on internet news sites all over the world—provided, in my mind, just the right balance. Meanwhile, Governor Blagojevich had completely boycotted the proceedings. I never expected him to take the witness stand, but I did expect him to send a lawyer, presumably Eddie Genson. The governor chose, instead, to boycott the proceedings altogether and run to New York, taping news segments with major networks and such television shows as “The View.” I will never understand that decision. In my mind, he made a fool of nobody but himself as he derided the Illinois legislature and me. And then, on the night before closing arguments, the Senate President made a surprising announcement. The governor, he said, wanted to present a closing argument. It was notable, I thought, that he was only showing up after the evidence had closed, so he couldn’t be asked questions under oath. Some people thought he was coming to resign in a final farewell speech. I admit, it crossed my mind, but it didn’t linger there for very long. Rod Blagojevich wouldn’t admit he was wrong. And he surely wouldn’t resign. The governor’s closing argument was not much more than his stump speech over the years. Son of an immigrant, kid with a funny last name, wakes up every day thinking about the people of this state…. Most of the senators had heard it many times. It occurred to me that, because of that fact, I might be best served by not presenting a rebuttal to his closing argument. But in the end, I decided to do give a rebuttal for two reasons. One is that millions of people around the world were watching this trial, and many of them had never heard the governor’s stump speech. And he’d delivered it pretty well. The bigger reason is that, for the first time, we had secretly recorded words that directly refuted the nice political words he used in his speech. In his closing argument, the governor talked about jobs for working-class families and health care for indigent children. But his private, secretly-recorded words showed that he wanted to hold up reimbursement for pediatric cancer doctors until the CEO of a hospital contributed $50,000 to his campaign fund. His secretly-recorded words showed that his plan to expand the tollway—which he touted as a jobs bill for the working class—was dependent on political contributions from the road builders. So we painted that contrast in the rebuttal argument. It seemed a fitting way to end the trial: Governor Blagojevich said all the right things when the camera was on; but when the camera was off, and he thought no one was listening, the real Rod Blagojevich came through. And that real person was not deserving of the office of governor. A little about meI am an attorney, currently working as Counsel to the Speaker of the Illinois House of Representatives. It’s a hard job with long hours but I promise (or threaten) to keep finding time to write novels. I have a beautiful daughter, Abigail, who fortunately looks like her mother, and another daughter on the way. My wife, Susan, works in the Attorney General’s office. I grew up in Downers Grove, Illinois, a suburb outside Chicago. I graduated from the University of Illinois in 1990 and from Northwestern Law School in 1993. I have been practicing law since 1993. I am blessed to have two jobs I love—the law and writing. You can’t ask for anything more than that, except a little more sleep. How I started writingPeople always ask me, "What made you start writing?" The truth is, I was a writer before I was a lawyer. When I was in fourth grade, I entered a school district-wide writing contest. I wrote a story called "The Loch Ness Mystery" about two boys who solved a crime in Scotland. Guess what? It won the contest. Guess what else? In hindsight, I realized that every entry won. Undaunted, I entered again in fifth grade with a story creatively entitled "Kidnapped." Who'd have thought, I won again, as did everyone else. I thought I'd be a writer when I was a kid, but then I got caught up in sports, girls, studies, and girls, and the next thing I knew, I was studying business in college and going to law school. In 1996, when I had been practicing law for three years, I was on vacation, watching the sunset, and I started doing that thing we all do in moments like that—reflecting on life, and whether I was doing everything I wanted to do. I realized that I had a creative side that I wasn't exploring. It seemed so obvious to me, once I realized what was missing. So I set out to write a novel. I hadn't taken any English courses, and I didn't have any formal training, but I knew one thing: I knew what good writing was. So I started out, and most of what I was writing was not very good, but I kept at it, kept improving. I wrote an hour a day for almost three years, and then I had the first draft of what later became LINE OF VISION. You should know that LINE OF VISION was rejected by about seventy-five agents before it was accepted. But I kept at it. When LINE OF VISION won the Edgar Award for Best First Novel, I got a lot of calls from agents who had taken a pass. The lesson? Perseverance. Don't be afraid to stick your neck out, and don't let anyone tell you that you can't do something. My advice on writingBobby Knight, the basketball coach, may have his faults, but a line he uttered has stayed with me: "Everyone has the will to win. But few have the will to prepare to win." A lot of people would like to publish a novel. Few succeed. The problem is getting from point "A" to point "Z." And believe me, most of the hurdles are psychological. Hey, I can give you a million reasons why you won't get published. It takes a lot of time to write a manuscript, with no guarantee of a reward at the end. That's time you could be spending elsewhere. And sure, you could fail, and who wants to tell their friends that they tried and failed? And there are so many others out there trying to do the same thing, so what makes you think you will stand out of the crowd? So what was the difference between me and those others? I can sum it up in one word: Will. I had the will to do whatever it took. I didn't quit my "day job" as a lawyer. I made time—one hour a night, for almost three years, to write my first one. My first draft wasn't that good, honestly, but I had the will to show it to people and wait for the inevitable criticism. I knew that the only way I would succeed is to get honest feedback. Then I edited, and re-edited. I wrote several drafts. And when I finally got around to sending it to literary agents, I got rejected nearly a hundred times. Most agents rejected me on my cover letter, without even reading my manuscript. Quit? No way. I wrote a better cover letter, and I worked on my book some more. The first agent who said "yes" to me told me this manuscript would never be published—that the most I could hope for was a television screenplay. No way. I kept going. I finally found my agent, and the rest is history. My first novel won the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best First Novel. Be open-minded about your talent. Accept criticism. Be willing to improve. Try to master every aspect of the business-not just the writing, but the cover letter you have to send, because it's all most agents will read. And don't take no for answer. Believe me, most of those "other people" who don't get published gave up, or didn't put their best foot forward. Don't be afraid of failure. Be excited about the possibility of fulfilling a dream. Good luck! My promises to youI make these promises to you: 1. I will try to answer your e-mail as promptly as possible; Please keep in touch with me, so I know what you want! Feel free to drop me a line at Dave@DavidEllis.com. Or jump on my message board here.
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