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JUDICIAL PROCESS IN AMERICA
Eleventh Edition
To my partner for over thirty years, Benjamin Harris Wheatley.
—R. A. C.
—K. L. M.
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Eleventh Edition
Robert A. Carp
University of Houston
Kenneth L. Manning
Lisa M. Holmes
University of Vermont
Ronald Stidham
Appalachian State University
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3.1 Total Number of Civil Cases Filed in State Trial Courts in 2012:
by Type of Court 72
5.1 Methods of Selecting Judges for Full Terms in State Trial Courts
of General Jurisdiction 108
Figures
While the tragic events of September 11, 2001, are slowly moving to
the recesses of the nation’s mind, an assorted variety of new events
have come to the forefront of the country’s attention, many of which
involve the judiciary to greater and lesser degrees: the legality of
Congress’ feeble attempts to “repeal and replace” the Affordable
Care Act that affects millions of people; how to address the issues of
immigration and deportations, including what to do about so-called
DREAMers (children brought illegally to the United States by their
parents without the children’s knowledge and who have spent much
or all of their lives here); the status of abortion rights in America as
more and more conservative states have sought to further restrict a
woman’s right to such a procedure; the legal status of transgender
persons in the armed forces; the degree to which severely
gerrymandered legislative districts pass constitutional muster; and of
course, the great changes in the issue of same-sex marriage, both
among average Americans and within the state and federal court
systems (including all the ancillary issues such as whether same-sex
couples can adopt children and obtain government fringe benefits).
Many of these topics will be explored in greater detail in the chapters
that follow, particularly when they involve the American judicial
system.
The gender composition of the U.S. Supreme Court has not changed
since the publication of the previous edition. However, the presence
of three women on the Court is beginning to be studied. What has
their effect been on the decisional patterns of the Court, and to what
degree is there meaningful interaction among the three female
jurists? We shall examine those questions in subsequent chapters.
Finally, we note that during the past several years, the composition
of the lower courts has gone from a fairly even split between
Republicans and Democrats to the current mix, in which Republicans
are starting once again to hold a majority of seats on the bench. In
this vein, we discuss the impact that President Trump has had on the
partisan mix of the courts and on the subsequent ideological output
of these tribunals. We elaborate on this subject in much greater
detail in Chapters 6 and 7.
At the state level, the movement toward tort reform has shown no
signs of abatement, and legislatures continue to limit the size of
awards that plaintiffs may win. As discussed in previous editions, tort
reform continues in the face of civil damage awards that are at all-
time highs. Furthermore, state legislatures have removed more and
more policy disputes from the courts and have made them subject to
binding arbitration. Finally, state tribunals continue to play mounting
policymaking roles, as increased numbers of state programs and
policies come under the review of state jurists.
Also at the state level, polarized party politics has resulted in some
dramatic instances of state legislatures attempting to exert influence
over the state’s judiciary through altering how judges are selected or
retained. The most blatant recent examples of this in states like
North Carolina, have raised concerns over the independence of state
courts in divisive partisan times. Similarly, concerns over the role of
the public in selecting, retaining, and even removing state judges
persist, with judicial selection reformers arguing for merit selection of
judges, against the arguments expressed by scholars in the field,
who contend that merit selection of judges is neither free from
political manipulation nor a guarantee that merit selection will result
in more qualified judges.
As with all editions of this book, we have taken care to prepare a text
that is highly readable for both academic and general audiences.
The primary emphasis is on full coverage of the federal courts, state
judicial systems, the role of the lawyer in American society, the
nature of crime, and public policy concerns that color the entire
judicial fabric. The book is designed as a primary text for courses in
judicial process and behavior; it is also useful as a supplement in
political science classes in constitutional law, American government,
and law and society. Likewise, it may serve as interesting reading in
law-related courses in sociology, history, psychology, and
criminology.
Acknowledgments
Many people contributed to the writing of this book, and to all of
them, we offer sincere thanks. John M. Aughenbaugh, Virginia
Commonwealth University; Jeffrey Budziak, Western Kentucky
University; Matthew S. Crow, University of West Florida; Kenneth K.
Frank, Brenau University; Mark S. Hurwitz, Western Michigan
University; Robert G. Sedding, Allegheny College; and Frederick
Wood, Coastal Carolina University, provided valuable feedback as
reviewers. At CQ Press, we would like to thank Monica Eckman,
Sam Rosenberg, and Rebecca Lee. We also would like to express
our gratitude to Ashley Horne for her excellent copyediting of the
final version of the text. We assume responsibility for any errors that
remain.
Robert A. Carp thanks his research assistant, Scott Hofer, who
helped code the decisions of the federal district judges that serve as
the basis for Tables 7.1, 12.1, and 12.2 and Figure 7.1.
Robert A. Carp
Kenneth L. Manning
Lisa M. Holmes
Ronald Stidham
Publisher’s Acknowledgments
SAGE would also like to acknowledge the valuable contributions of
the following reviewers for the eleventh edition:
Notes
1. Time, February 19, 2018, p. 26.
4. Missouri v. Frey, No. 10-444 (2012) and Lafler v. Cooper, No. 10-
209 (2012).
On November 2, 2010, Mr. Andrew Cilek set out to do his civic duty
by going to his prescribed polling place and voting for the candidates
and issues of his choice. But no sooner than he had entered the
polling area than an election official told him that he would not be
allowed to vote because of the way he was attired. No, he was not
standing in the buff; no, he was not wearing an obscene photo on his
jacket; and no, he was not sporting a message calling for the violent
and unlawful overthrow of the government. Rather, Mr. Cilek was
sporting a T-shirt that bore several more sedate messages: the logo
of the Tea Party, the message “Don’t Tread on Me,” an image of the
old Gadsden flag (which dates back to the American Revolution and
which nowadays is associated with the Tea Party and libertarianism).
Finally, he wore a small button that read, “Please ID Me,” often
sported by those opposed to voter fraud. An election worker
informed Mr. Cilek that he would have to cover or remove his T-shirt
and button or he would not be allowed to vote. Cilek refused this
command and later made two more efforts to vote. On his third
attempt and accompanied by a lawyer, the election officials backed
down and allowed him to exercise his franchise, but they also took
down his name and address.
So what is all this about? Why the big fuss here? To answer this we
need to back up a bit to the history of American laws pertaining to
the protocol and decorum of the voting place. In all of the fifty states,
there are laws that provide for “speech-free zones” around polling
places. The idea is that as voters approach the ballot box, they
should do so in a tranquil environment that is free from the
distractions of electioneering that most of them have been subjected
to in the weeks and months prior to the election. So Minnesota
enacted a law over a century ago to “protect Minnesotans’ right to
vote in an orderly and controlled environment without confusion,
interference, or distraction.”1 Nine other states have similar laws,
and such laws have generally been upheld by the courts as
reasonable and just.2
So what is Mr. Cilek’s beef? Cilek does not object to such laws in
principle, but he contends that the current Minnesota law goes too
far and that it is overly broad to pass constitutional muster. Here the
plaintiff argues that wearing clothing and other apparel containing
messages “is a time-honored and affordable way for the average
citizen to peaceably speak out about politics and other issues.”3 The
law allegedly prohibits any reference not only to political candidates
and political parties but also to political ideologies, political symbols,
and current issues. Thus, the Minnesota law would bar clothing and
apparel bearing the Peace and Freedom Party’s peace-dove symbol,
even though that party did not have any candidates on the ballot in
Minnesota in 2010.
On June 14, 2018, the Supreme Court settled the matter. By a vote
of seven-to-two the Justices handed down a narrow ruling in favor of
Mr. Cilek. While totally reaffirming Minnesota’s right to keep
electioneering away from the immediate polling area, the Court
determined that the state law in this instance was too vague, thus
lending itself to arbitrary enforcement. The Court ruled that the use
of the term “political” in the law was too indeterminate, which in turn
gave polling officials too much discretion in enforcing the law
however they liked. The law’s vagueness in effect violated Mr. Cilek’s
First Amendment right to freedom of expression.5
This discussion reveals much about the United States and the rule of
law, and it suggests themes that we will articulate not only in this
chapter but throughout the book. What happens when there are
conflicts between two lawful and well-motivated propositions: the
desire to express one’s political values and the state’s desire to keep
certain designated places free from political expressions? Both
desires are legitimate, but sometimes, they come into conflict with
one another. And if distinctions are to be made in our society
between an individual’s wishes and the general demands of society
such as the one described here, which institutions should be
empowered to make these determinations: legislatures, courts, local
executives, or elections officials?
Definition of Law
A useful definition of American law postulates that “law is a social
norm the infraction of which is sanctioned in threat or in fact by the
application of physical force by a party possessing the socially
recognized privilege of so acting.”6 This definition suggests that law
comprises three basic elements—force, official authority, and
regularity—the combination of which differentiates law from mere
custom or morals in society.
Constitutions
The U.S. Constitution is the primary source of law in the United
States, as it claims to be in Article VI: “This Constitution … shall be
the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be
bound thereby, any Thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to
the Contrary notwithstanding.” Thus, none of the other types of law
may stand if they are in conflict with the Constitution. Similarly, each
state has its own separate constitution, and all local laws must yield
to its supremacy.
Judicial Decisions
Civics classes also teach that judges interpret the law. So they do,
but judges make law as they interpret it. And judicial decisions
themselves constitute a body of law in the United States. All the
thousands of court decisions that have been handed down by federal
and state judges for the past two centuries are part of the corpus
juris—the body of law—of the United States.
Types of Law
After examining the wellsprings of American law, it is appropriate to
take a brief look at the vessels wherein such laws are contained—
that is, to define or explain the formal types of categories of law.
(Note that types of law are not necessarily mutually exclusive.)
Equity
Private Law
Private law deals with the rights and obligations that private
individuals and institutions have when they relate to one another.
Much civil law is in this category because it covers subjects such as
contracts between private persons and corporations and statutes
pertaining to marriage and divorce.
Public Law
CHAPTER III
He bound himself over to the surgeon later that afternoon, after
money to the amount of ten thousand, nine hundred thirty golden
stellors had been deposited to his name in the Royal Borlaam Bank
in Galaxy Square, and after he had seen the neuronic mesh that was
embedded in the bodies of Benjin, Oversk, Dorgel, and Razumod.
Greater assurance of good faith than this he could not demand; he
would have to risk the rest.
The surgeon's quarters were farther along the Avenue of Bronze, in
a dilapidated old house that had no doubt been built in Third Empire
days. The surgeon himself was a wiry fellow with a puckered ray-
slash across one cheek and a foreshortened left leg. A retired pirate-
vessel medic, Herndon realized. No one else would perform such an
operation unquestioningly. He hoped the man had skill.
The operation itself took an hour, during which time Herndon was
under total anesthesia. He woke to find the copper operating-dome
lifting off him. He felt no different, even though he knew a network of
metal had been blasted into his body on the submolecular level.
"Well? Is it finished?"
"It is," the surgeon said.
Herndon glanced at Benjin. The little man held a glinting metal object
on his palm. "This is the control, Herndon. Let me demonstrate."
His hand closed, and instantaneously Herndon felt a bright bolt of
pain shiver through the calf of his leg. A twitch of Benjin's finger and
an arrow of red heat lanced Herndon's shoulder. Another twitch and
a clammy hand seemed to squeeze his heart.
"Enough!" Herndon shouted. He realized he had signed away his
liberty forever, if Benjin chose to exert control. But it did not matter to
him. He had actually signed away his liberty the day he had vowed
to watch the death of the Seigneur Krellig.
Benjin reached into his tunic-pocket and drew forth a little leather
portfolio. "Your passport and other travelling necessities," he
explained.
"I have my own passport," Herndon said.
Benjin shook his head. "This is a better one. It comes with a visa to
Vyapore." To the surgeon he said, "How soon can he travel?"
"Tonight, if necessary."
"Good. Herndon, you'll leave tonight."
CHAPTER IV
There was only one settled city on Vyapore, and because it was the
only one it was nameless. Herndon found a room in a cheap
boarding-house run by a swine-eared Dombruun, and washed the
sweat from his face with the unpleasantly acrid water of the tap.
Then he went downstairs into the bright noonday heat. The stench of
rotting vegetation drifted in from the surrounding jungle on a faint
breeze. Herndon said at the desk, "I'm looking for a Vonnimooro
named Mardlin. Is he around?"
"Over there," said the proprietor, pointing.
Mardlin the Vonnimooro was a small, weaselly-looking creature with
the protuberant snout, untrustworthy yellow eyes, and pebbly brown-
purple fur of his people. He looked up when Herndon approached.
When he spoke, it was in lingua spacia with a whistling, almost
obscene inflection.
"You looking for me?"
"It depends," Herndon said. "Are you Mardlin?"
The jackal-creature nodded. Herndon lowered himself to a nearby
seat and said in a quiet voice, "Bollar Benjin sent me to meet you.
Here are my credentials."
He tossed a milky-white clouded cube on the table between them.
Mardlin snatched it up hastily in his leathery claws and nudged the
activator. An image of Bollar Benjin appeared in the cloudy depths,
and a soft voice said, "Benjin speaking. The bearer of this cube is
known to me, and I trust him fully in all matters. You are to do the
same. He will accompany you to Borlaam with the consignment of
goods."
The voice died away and the image of Benjin vanished. The jackal
scowled. He muttered, "If Benjin sent a man to convey his goods,
why must I go?"
Herndon shrugged. "He wants both of us to make the trip, it seems.
What do you care? You're getting paid, aren't you?"
"And so are you," snapped Mardlin. "It isn't like Benjin to pay two
men to do the same job. And I don't like you, Rogue."
"Mutual," Herndon responded heartily. He stood up. "My orders say
I'm to take the freighter Dawnlight back to Borlaam tomorrow
evening. I'll meet you here one hour before to examine the
merchandise."
He made one other stop that day. It was a visit with Brennt, a
jewelmonger of Vyapore who served as the funnel between the
native starstone-miners and Benjin's courier, Mardlin.
Herndon gave his identifying cube to Brennt and said, once he had
satisfactorily proven himself, "I'd like to check your books on the last
consignment."
Brennt glanced up sharply. "We keep no books on starstones, idiot.
What do you want to know?"
Herndon frowned. "We suspect our courier of diverting some of our
stones to his own pocket. We have no way of checking up on him,
since we can't ask for vouchers of any kind in starstone traffic."
The Vyaporan shrugged. "All couriers steal."
"Starstones cost us eight thousand stellors apiece," Herndon said.
"We can't afford to lose any of them, at that price. Tell me how many
are being sent in the current shipment."
"I don't remember," Brennt said.
Scowling, Herndon said, "You and Mardlin are probably in league.
We have to take his word for what he brings us—but always, three or
four of the stones are defective. We believe he buys, say, forty
stones from you, pays the three hundred twenty thousand stellors
over to you from the account we provide, and then takes three or
four from the batch and replaces them with identical but defective
stones worth a hundred stellors or so apiece. The profit to him is
better than twenty thousand stellors a voyage.
"Or else," Herndon went on, "You deliberately sell him defective
stones at eight thousand stellors. But Mardlin's no fool, and neither
are we."
"What do you want to know?" the Vyaporan asked.
"How many functional starstones are included in the current
consignment?"
Sweat poured down Brennt's face. "Thirty-nine," he said after a long
pause.
"And did you also supply Mardlin with some blanks to substitute for
any of these thirty-nine?"
"N-no," Brennt said.
"Very good," said Herndon. He smiled. "I'm sorry to have seemed so
overbearing, but we had to find out this information. Will you accept
my apologies and shake?"
He held out his hand. Brennt eyed it uncertainly, then took it. With a
quick inward twitch Herndon jabbed a needle into the base of the
other's thumb. The quick-acting truth-drug took only seconds to
operate.
"Now," Herndon said, "the preliminaries are over. You understand the
details of our earlier conversation. Tell me, now: how many
starstones is Mardlin paying you for?"
Brennt's fleshless lips curled angrily, but he was defenseless against
the drug. "Thirty-nine," he said.
"At what total cost?"
"Three hundred twelve thousand stellors."
Herndon nodded. "How many of those thirty-nine are actually
functional starstones?"
"Thirty-five," Brennt said reluctantly.
"The other four are duds?"
"Yes."
"A sweet little racket. Did you supply Mardlin with the duds?"
"Yes. At two hundred stellors each."
"And what happens to the genuine stones that we pay for but that
never arrive on Borlaam?"
Brennt's eyes rolled despairingly. "Mardlin—Mardlin sells them to
someone else and pockets the money. I get five hundred stellors per
stone for keeping quiet."
"You've kept very quiet today," Herndon said. "Thanks very much for
the information, Brennt. I really should kill you—but you're much too
valuable to us for that. We'll let you live, but we're changing the
terms of our agreement. From now on we pay you only for actual
functioning starstones, not for an entire consignment. Do you like
that setup?"
"No," Brennt said.
"At least you speak truthfully now. But you're stuck with it. Mardlin is
no longer courier, by the way. We can't afford a man of his tastes in
our organization. I don't advise you try to make any deals with his
successor, whoever he is."
He turned and walked out of the shop.
Herndon knew that Brennt would probably notify Mardlin that the
game was up immediately, so the Vonnimooro could attempt to get
away. Herndon was not particularly worried about Mardlin escaping,
since he had a weapon that would work on the jackal-creature at any
distance whatever.
But he had sworn an oath to safeguard the combine's interests, and
Herndon was a man of his oath. Mardlin was in possession of thirty-
nine starstones for which the combine had paid. He did not want the
Vonnimooro to take those with him.
He legged it across town hurriedly to the house where the courier
lived while at the Vyapore end of his route. It took him fifteen minutes
from Brennt's to Mardlin's—more than enough time for a warning.
Mardlin's room was on the second story. Herndon drew his weapon
from his pocket and knocked.
"Mardlin?"
There was no answer. Herndon said, "I know you're in there, jackal.
The game's all over. You might as well open the door and let me in."
A needle came whistling through the door, embedded itself against
the opposite wall after missing Herndon's head by inches. Herndon
stepped out of range and glanced down at the object in his hand.
It was the master-control for the neuronic network installed in
Mardlin's body. It was quite carefully gradated; shifting the main
switch to six would leave the Vonnimooro in no condition to fire a
gun. Thoughtfully Herndon nudged the indicator up through the
degrees of pain to six and left it there.
He heard a thud within.
Putting his shoulder to the door, he cracked it open with one quick
heave. He stepped inside. Mardlin lay sprawled in the middle of the
floor, writhing in pain. Near him, but beyond his reach, lay the
needler he had dropped.
A suitcase sat open and half-filled on the bed. He had evidently
intended an immediate getaway.
"Shut ... that ... thing ... off ..." Mardlin muttered through pain-twisted
lips.
"First some information," Herndon said cheerfully. "I just had a talk
with Brennt. He says you've been doing some highly improper things
with our starstones. Is this true?"
Mardlin quivered on the floor but said nothing. Herndon raised the
control a quarter of a notch, intensifying the pain but not yet bringing
it to the killing range.
"Is this true?" he repeated.
"Yes—yes! Damn you, shut it off."
"At the time you had the network installed in your body, it was with
the understanding that you'd be loyal to the combine and so it would
never need to be used. But you took advantage of circumstances
and cheated us. Where's the current consignment of stones?"
"... suitcase lining," Mardlin muttered.
"Good," Herndon said. He scooped up the needler, pocketed it, and
shut off the master-control switch. The pain subsided in the
Vonnimooro's body, and he lay slumped, exhausted, too battered to
rise.
Efficiently Herndon ripped away the suitcase lining and found the
packet of starstones. He opened it. They were wrapped in shielding
tissue that protected any accidental viewer. He counted through
them; there were thirty-nine, as Brennt had said.
"Are any of these defective?" he asked.
Mardlin looked up from the floor with eyes yellow with pain and
hatred. "Look through them and see."
Instead of answering, Herndon shifted the control switch past six
again. Mardlin doubled up, clutching his head with clawlike hands.
"Yes! Yes! Six defectives!"
"Which means you sold six good ones for forty-eight thousand
stellors, less the three thousand you kicked back to Brennt to keep
quiet. So there should be forty-five thousand stellors here that you
owe us. Where are they?"
"Dresser drawer ... top...."
Herndon found the money, neatly stacked. A second time he shut off
the control device, and Mardlin relaxed.
"Okay," Herndon said. "I have the cash and I have the stones. But
there must be thousands of stellors that you've previously stolen
from us."
"You can have that too! Only don't turn that thing on again, please!"
Shrugging, Herndon said, "There isn't time for me to hunt down the
other money you stole from us. But we can ensure against your
doing it again."
He fulfilled the final part of Benjin's instructions by turning the control
switch to ten, the limit of sentient endurance. Every molecule of
Mardlin's wiry body felt unbearable pain; he screamed and danced
on the floor, but only for a moment. Nerve cells unable to handle the
overload of pain stimuli short-circuited. In seconds, his brain was
paralyzed. In less than a minute he was dead, though his tortured
limbs still quivered with convulsive post-mortuary jerks.
Herndon shut the device off. He had done his job. He felt neither
revulsion nor glee. All this was merely the preamble to what he
regarded as his ultimate destiny.
He gathered up jewels and money and walked out.
CHAPTER V
A month later, he arrived on Borlaam via the freighter Dawnlight, as
scheduled, and passed through customs without difficulty despite the
fact that he was concealing more than three hundred thousand
stellors' worth of proscribed starstones on his person.
His first stop was the Avenue of Bronze, where he sought out Benjin
and the Heitman Oversk.
He explained crisply and briefly his activities since leaving Borlaam,
neglecting to mention the matter of the shipboard romance with the
Lady Moaris. While he spoke, both Benjin and Oversk stared eagerly
at him, and when he told of intimidating Brennt and killing the
treacherous Mardlin they beamed.
Herndon drew the packet of starstones from his cloak and laid them
on the wooden table. "There," he said. "The starstones. There were
some defectives, as you know, and I've brought back cash for them."
He added forty-five thousand stellors to the pile.
Benjin quickly caught up the money and the stones and said, "You've
done well, Herndon. Better than we expected. It was a lucky day
when you killed that proteus."
"Will you have more work for me?"
Oversk said, "Of course. You'll take Mardlin's place as the courier.
Didn't you realize that?"
Herndon had realized it, but it did not please him. He wanted to
remain on Borlaam, now that he had made himself known to the
Lady Moaris. He wanted to begin his climb toward Krellig. And if he
were to shuttle between Vyapore and Borlaam, the all-important
advantage he had attained would be lost.
But the Lady Moaris would not be back on Borlaam for nearly two
months. He could make one more round-trip for the combine without
seriously endangering his position. After that, he would have to find
some means of leaving their service. Of course, if they preferred to
keep him on they could compel him, but—
"When do I make the next trip?" he asked.
Benjin shrugged lazily. "Tomorrow, next week, next month—who
knows? We have plenty of stones on hand. There is no hurry for the
next trip. You can take a vacation now, while we sell these."
"No," Herndon said. "I want to leave immediately."
Oversk frowned at him. "Is there some reason for the urgency?"
"I don't want to stay on Borlaam just now," Herndon said. "There's no
need for me to explain further. It pleases me to make another trip to
Vyapore."
"He's eager," Benjin said. "It's a good sign."
"Mardlin was eager at first too," Oversk remarked balefully.
Herndon was out of his seat and at the nobleman's throat in an
instant. His needler grazed the skin of Oversk's adam's-apple.
"If you intend by that comparison to imply—"
Benjin tugged at Herndon's arm, "Sit down, rogue, and relax. The
Heitman is tired tonight, and the words slipped out. We trust you. Put
the needler away."
Reluctantly Herndon lowered the weapon. Oversk, white-faced
despite his tan, fingered his throat where Herndon's weapon had
touched it, but said nothing. Herndon regretted his hasty action, and
decided not to demand an apology. Oversk still could be useful to
him.
"A spacerogue's word is his bond," Herndon said. "I don't intend to
cheat you. When can I leave?"
"Tomorrow, if you wish," Benjin said. "We'll cable Brennt to have
another shipment ready for you."