You Can’t Win Them All

I hope that post title doesn’t sound flip. It’s not intended that way at all. I might have used the title, “The Agony of Defeat,” if my friend, Scott Greenfield, hadn’t already done so.

That post, and the one Gamso wrote after reading it, are both about losing at trial, and how criminal defense attorneys (try to) deal with it.

Scott didn’t reveal this information in his post — knowing Scott he probably figured it was not his place to do so — but the lawyer he was speaking about was me. 

I was the one who, after the verdict, went home to a drink (or three) — and a giant bag of Doritos which I completely consumed.

Dealing with losing isn’t something I’ve been very good at doing. As Scott wrote:

He was crushed. Every decent trial lawyer takes a guilty verdict personally. Forget that we weren’t there when events happened and the evidence gathered, the statements made and the fingers pointed. It all happened without us, and we had no say in how strong a case it was. We don’t show up until all the stars are aligned, and then it’s our job to realign them to the extent possible.

An outsider might say the defendant lost his case because of the things he did.  A criminal defense lawyer says he lost the case because of the things he didn’t do. He didn’t find the way to beat it.

Nevermind one of the major surprises Scott1 mentioned occurring — that evidence belonging to the complaining witness was found in my client’s property bag from the jail on the third day of trial; the first day any witness testified — I really did feel that I had a chance at “winning” and I really did blame myself that I “didn’t find the way to beat it.”

A few years ago, when I was a newer attorney, such losses quite literally tore my heart up: I had my first — and I’m hoping my only — heart attack at the age of 53. And while I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say that losing doesn’t bother me, that my heart has become hard enough to act as if the loss doesn’t hurt, friends like Scott have helped me begin to understand that I will be a more effective attorney if I quit trying to go over the past for any reason other than to learn something.

Agonizing won’t make me a better lawyer.

The truth is — and I don’t always think this of myself, but this time in particular I know it’s true — I did the best I could. Co-counsel certainly thought so. At one point, the judge essentially said so, and the prosecutor even said it after the verdict came in. No, agonizing will do no good.

Did I learn something? Of course. One of the things I’ve discovered about being a lawyer is that there is no end-point to the learning. I learn something with every event, every client, every day. I’m already taking what I learned from that case and applying it to cases that are not yet done, those for which trial is headed towards me like a roaring lion hoping to cower — and devour — me.2

But here’s the main thing I learned from this trial, more than from any prior trials I’ve had, or in which I’ve served a part: the things I’ve learned have added to my strength. What’s that old saying? What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger? My recovery time after a loss is faster. My heart still aches a little, and there is still some second-guessing. But more of my energy is turned towards culling whatever lesson I can from the experience, and turning to the next fight.

I’ve had a pretty lucky year so far: more dismissals than I can count (another one this morning, by the way), and, when the cases were solid against my clients, and they wanted me to do something to minimize the damage taking a plea was going to do to their lives, I’ve been pretty good at getting something that makes them happy. Even when I can’t, my clients know I have given my best.

In this case — though the loss still hurt — I had my drink (or three), ate my giant bag of Doritos (something I’ve only done three times since my heart attack, for obvious reasons), moped my way to bed to sleep it off, then got up the next morning, brushed myself off, showered, look myself in the mirror and said, “back in the saddle!” before heading off to court.


  1. I owe Scott a tremendous thank-you for helping me put these things in perspective, and providing his input throughout the trial. I didn’t count all the hours of his time that he gave me, but I know for a fact that at least two of the phone calls lasted an hour each. []
  2. One specific benefit was that this is the first trial where I’ve tried to use a computer-based trial binder. I’m actually excited to not only do that again, but improve on how it works! []

About Rick

Rick Horowitz is a criminal defense attorney with an extreme dislike of the criminal "justice" system which routinely ignores the Constitution, the Law, and the lives it ruins.

In addition to this blog, Rick also owns Fresno Criminal Defense.


  1. Brenda A. Linder says:

    I read “The Agony of Defeat” by your friend, Scott Greenfield. I smiled at almost each sentence for a couple of reasons; One was that although I have only had one criminal trial, I struggle through the same feelings during and after each and every civil trial I have ever tried. Heck, I go through almost the same extreme self-analysis after an important motion hearing. There was also one trial where when all was said and done, all I could do was cry. The only trial where I could not think of one thing that I would have done differently that would have changed the outcome, except maybe killing off opposing counsel prior to the beginning of jury selection. Second, every word Scott wrote about his role in acting as your “fresh eyes” during your trial, could have been talking about the help and support you freely gave me during my unexpected one and only criminal trial. I’m so glad someone could be there for you as you were for me.

  2. Ernie Menard says:

    The agony of defeat…in what should have been – could only have been based on statutory law and precedent – a win. I received the judgment today. I ask myself why did the Louisiana State Supreme Court protect Judge Charbonnet? Because she’s a judge? Because she’s a lawyer?
    Because I’ve pissed off the wrong people too many times? Or did I not dot an ‘i?’

    Of course I’ll apply for a reconsideration, but it seems kind of pointless.

    On another note, I read Greenfield’s post, and your comment, about St. John the Baptist Parish, Louisiana. That’s where I live. Have you read about the surreptitious audio recording equipment in interview rooms that the occasional lawyer and client may have used?

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