This is the wrenching story of Lawrence's family defending the gunning down of an innocent black man by two Boston cops in 1979, and wouldn't it be great to be able to say this sort of thing is history now, in the past? But as we all know, it's not. Will it ever be?
Where to begin. I am rarely struck "keyless" in writing reviews but this book is so rich, so sad, such an indictment of America's dark soul, it left me in tears. But it is also autobiographical, not withstanding the tragic circumstances, about Lawrence's 'legal' family, the struggles of, the conflict between them, the sad truth about attorneys taking on cases strictly based on a desire to see moral justice, right a wrong, and maybe even move our country forward even a tiny bit, except there is no money in this. So why do it? That tension between his family, most of them attorneys, is ever present throughout the entire experience. It is also poignant and touching testimony to the family patriarch, his father. It is the "old man" who feels compelled to take on the case, against all odds, but even more courageous, to take on the crony cop culture of Boston during that time, many of those men, his friends. The "old man" is compelled by something higher, his own moral outrage about the killing of an innocent black man and the subsequent coverup by the very people that were supposed to protect him, us, citizens--the cops.
It's been called "riveting" which it is. I could not put it down. For any aspiring criminal attorneys, it's recommended if for nothing else, to learn how the justice system works, or doesn't... There is a lot of legal detail but there had to be. This isn't a book where the author could "paraphrase", "summarize', "interpret" because Lawrence is presenting the case to US as readers. He tries the case in the book so you don't get generalizations and summaries--you get the actual depositions, the actual testimony, the actual lies. There is a certain amount of tedium in this because the process of trying these two murderers was and is TEDIOUS. Stick with it. Keep reading.
I was reading this book when George Floyd was murdered. I was sitting on the edge of my bed reading, the T.V. on in the background, when I looked up from this book and saw Derek Chauvin having a casual conversation, hands in his pockets, as he was killing a black man, the black man pinned to the ground by Chauvin's knee. It was the same way I felt when Trayvon Martin was killed--inexplicable shock, disbelief, pain. I can't really describe that moment, looking at George Floyd, only "oh my God, not again" came out of my lips while tears burned my eyes. O'Donnell's book was written about the PAST. What is supposed to be the past. What's it going to take for real change?