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www.dictionary.com defines “de novo” this way:

* Over again, anew
* As if for the first time
* From the beginning
* Allowing independent appellate determination of issues (as of fact or law)
* Allowing complete retrial upon new evidence

And, interestingly, the entry for “de novo” includes the following:

“NOTE: A de novo review is an in-depth review. Decisions of federal administrative agencies are generally subject to de novo review in the U.S. District Courts, and some lower state court decisions are subject to de novo review at the next level.”

With that definition in mind, every rational, law-abiding citizen of the United States should be outraged by what is happening in Florida to Terri Schiavo and her family.

As usual, my pal Wesley J. Smith’s said it succinctly and cogently in his blog this morning:

When Congress directed the federal courts to take a fresh look at the Schiavo case, it was to be “de novo,” that is, to relook at the evidence with a fresh eye. Yet, Judge James D. Whittemore looks to have been more of a rubber stamp.

For example, the federal courts were to determine whether the clear and convincing evidence standard had been applied to determining Terri’s desires. Remember, all we have are hearsay statements from Michael, his brother, and his brother’s wife. Also, Michael told conflicting stories to different courts. When he wanted $, he told a
malpractice jury Terri would live a normal lifespan. When he wanted Terri
dead, he said she urged him not to live in her present circumstances.

Yet, rather than look at the evidence itself–which is what a de novo review is supposed to do– Judge Whittemore states, “The state judge applied the heightened clear and convincing evidence standard in determining her intentions, as permitted by Cruzan and in accordance with [statute # omitted].”

UNBELIEVABLE. Judge Greer stated he applied the standard so I find he applied the standard. That is not a de novo review! The sense of profound injustice in Schiavo only continues to grow.

Have you heard of Wesley J. Smith? If not, you need to head over to his website and get to know him because doing so will enrich your life.

I didn’t always feel that way about Wesley. In fact, during the first 6 months or so that I knew him, I thought he was insane and destined to be the bane of my existence.

I met him for the first time during the initial hearing in the Wendland case. That was September 11, 1995. The day is burned in my memory because I was in a daze. I had been a lawyer for “about 5 minutes” but there I was involved in a case dealing with life vs. death.

I think I actually spoke to Wesley on the phone a couple of times before I met him that day in Stockton. He was intense. He was in my face. He was wound up, agitated. And he was telling me things I definitely did not want to hear about the culture of death in this country, the players on the other side of the Wendland case, what was motivating them, etc. He was doing so lovingly, but he was very clear: “Janie, you are now awake and you can never go back to sleep again.”

I really haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I met Wesley.

He immediately began writing about the Wendland case & his writing was nothing short of brilliant. His writings contributed to the media’s interest in the case and the dialogue that was taking place. It was nothing compared to the Schiavo controversy, but it was big stuff happening here in the sleepy little village of Lodi. People around here weren’t used to seeing the crew of a nationally broadcast network news show setting up for a live feed from in front of the local hospital.

Before you knew it, Wesley and I were fast friends and we remain so. He became my confidante, mentor, spiritual adviser, and all-purpose cheerleader. When I thought I couldn’t handle the pressure, he convinced me I could. When I was depressed, he cheered me up. When I wanted to really tell people on the other side of the case what I thought of them and their tactics, he talked me out of it. When I ran out of things to say to the media, he told me what to say and how to say it. When I ran out of legal strategies, he suggested yet another. When he couldn’t be present in the courtroom, he prayed with me on my cell phone as I drove to the courthouse. And when he was in the courtroom, it was his face I turned and looked for in the crowd from my chair at the counsel table when I had moments of doubt because I knew he would reassure me.

When Robert Wendland died, he comforted me. And he participated in the modest memorial service we organized in the public park for Robert, delivering the most moving tribute I have ever heard at such an event.

He enlisted cloistered nuns to pray for Robert Wendland and all involved in the case. He wasn’t even Catholic, but he knew how to contact cloistered nuns! I was amazed.

He once told me that he tried to explain our relationship to those nuns, but they didn’t understand his analogy. Turns out they don’t watch movies, so they hadn’t seen “Rocky” and didn’t appreciate his explanation of our relationship: “I’m Mickey and she’s Rocky.”

Wesley has been writing insightfully and brilliantly about Terri Schiavo for years now. Today, he and his friend & co-author, Ralph Nader, issued a call to the Florida Courts, Gov. Bush and Concerned Citizens to Take any Legal Action Available to let Schiavo Live. In their joint statement, they say:

The courts not only are refusing her tube feeding, but have ordered that no attempts be made to provide her water or food by mouth. Terri swallows her own saliva. Spoon feeding is not medical treatment. “This outrageous order proves that the courts are not merely permitting medical treatment to be withheld, it has ordered her to be made dead,” Nader and Smith assert.

The medical and rehabilitation experts are split on whether Terri is in a persistent vegetative state or whether Terri can be improved with therapy. There is only one way to know for sure- permit the therapy. That is the only way to resolve all
doubts.

The court is imposing process over justice. After the first trial in this case, much evidence has been produced that should allow for a new trial-which was the point of the hasty federal legislation. If this were a death penalty case, this evidence would demand reconsideration. Yet, an innocent disabled woman is receiving less justice.

The federal and state governments are spending billions on what we are told will become miracle medical cures for people with all sorts of degenerative conditions, including brain damage. If this is so, why not permit Terri’s parents and siblings who want to care for her do so in the hope that such cures are discovered?

Benefits of doubts should be given to life, not hastened death. This case is rife with doubt. Justice demands that Terri be permitted to live.

Thank you, Wesley.

It’s been a long week of little sleep. I’ve been glued to the t.v., waiting to hear the latest developments in the Schiavo matter, listening to the various commentators and, in many instances, yelling back at the t.v. because they are so woefully ignorant about the true facts of the case. All of it causes me — and my client, Florence Wendland (see below) — to relive our days battling for Robert Wendland’s life and reexperience those emotions.

Since last night, when I heard that the Schindlers’ appeal had been lodged with the U.S. Supreme Court, I have had an old song going through my head. Remember “One Voice,” the old Barry Manilow song from about 1978? I haven’t actually heard it in many years, but from somewhere in the dark recesses of my brain it surfaced and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head as I think about Justice Anthony Kennedy who has the power to singlehandedly save Terri Schiavo.

Look at the lyrics:

ONE VOICE

Just One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Singing so they hear what’s on your mind,
And when you look around you’ll find
There’s more than One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
Joining with your One Voice,
Each and every note another octave,
Hands are joined and fears unlocked,
If only One Voice would start it on its own,
We need just One Voice facing the unknown,
And that One Voice would never be alone
It takes that One Voice.

My prayer this morning is that Justice Kennedy has the courage, strength and wisdom to be the One Voice that Terri Schiavo needs now.

Last night on one of the news shows, Al Franken was discussing Terri Schiavo. He kept insisting she is “brain dead.” Even after one of the other guests — a physician — corrected him numerous times, explaining the concept of brain death, Franken persisted.

I think Al Franken is brain dead.

Today it was my extreme pleasure to be reunited with my client, Florence Wendland, as we sat down together in her Stockton living room to be interviewed by KGO-TV Channel 7 in San Francisco. I hadn’t seen Florence, whom I call, simply, “Mom,” for awhile and I am happy to report that she looks and is feeling well at the age of 82.

Watching the suffering of Bob and Mary Schindler on the news these past few days has been very difficult for Florence. Although Robert Wendland never died by dehydration and starvation, he died nonetheless, with Florence at his bedside, approximately 3 weeks before the California Supreme Court issued its ruling in Florence’s favor. So when Florence sees Mary Schindler on newscasts pleading for her daughter’s life, the memories of watching her eldest child die come flooding back to Florence.

When Robert was residing at Lodi Memorial Hospital-West, Florence spent at least 3 days per week with him. Unable to drive, she would ride the county-operated bus approximately 20 miles or so from Stockton to Lodi, arriving in the morning and staying until late afternoon when she would walk back out to the bus stop near the hospital and head home. One Christmas, the hospital staff took up a collection and presented Florence with many dollars worth of bus tokens.
Today she told me that she misses Robert and the days they would spend together, and looks for ways to occupy her time.

Her cozy living room, where I spent many hours over the years, mostly being probed by reporters from around the world, was freshly painted and the furniture rearranged since the last time I visited. But the familiar pictures of Robert were still there, along with several photos of Florence with Robert in his hospital room, smiling as she posed next to him seated in his wheelchair.

Those images are burned into my memory. I used to look at those photos in the wee small hours as I stumbled out of my bed, tripping over the boxes of trial and deposition transcripts, notes, medical records, and all the other documents that were stored in my bedroom. Those boxes of documents seemed to multiply exponentially as the case dragged on. I would look at those photos as I paced the floor planning my next legal maneuver or sat at my desk while my children and husband slept, drafting brief after brief. Those photos revealed Robert’s humanity and the unconditional love his mother felt for him. They inspired me to keep fighting.

Controlling the Images and Access

Peruse the many, many news articles on the Robert’s Legacy website, paying particular attention to the images you see there of Robert. (Read those articles with caution and a great deal of cynicism, however, because I can’t think of even 1 news article that ever presented the facts with total accuracy.) You will realize that, in large measure, you are looking at pictures of a man lying in a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown. The images that the public saw of Robert while his case was pending were within the exclusive control of his wife, Rose, and her advisers because she was his conservator (guardian). Rose always contended that Robert recognized neither her nor their 3 children, did not respond to stimuli or commands, and had no appreciation of his environment.

Bobby Schindler talked today of his frustration with the images of Terri that members of the public have seen. He complained that Michael Schiavo, Terri’s estranged husband, has blocked access to Terri that would allow the public could see that she is not in a vegetative state, but is conscious, interactive, and aware of her surroundings.

Terri has been seen in videos on the Terri’s Fight website which have also been played over and over during every newscast in this country. We did not have the benefit of being able to provide videotape of Robert to the public. The value of videotape cannot be measured or overestimated, which is why I advise families who contact me because their loved one is in danger of being euthanized to immediately get videotape of the patient interacting and responding. It is imperative that such evidence be preserved before any litigation is commenced because once a conservator (guardian) is appointed, that individual will be able to dictate who sees the patient and, more importantly, in what context and setting the patient is seen. From that point on, it may be impossible to obtain video footage that reveals the patient’s true status.

Bob and Mary Schindler told commentator/host Sean Hannity this evening that they were prohibited by Michael Schiavo from seeing Terri for a period of about 5 hours today, for reasons that were not explained to them. The cruelties visited upon them by their estranged son-in-law are inexplicable and inexcusable. They are searched and monitored as they enter the hospice and visit with their dying daughter. An armed police officer stands by Terri’s bedside to make sure that her mother, Mary, doesn’t slip her an ice chip as she slowly dehydrates.

WHAT CRIMES HAVE ANY OF THE SCHINDLERS COMMITTED THAT THEY ARE SUBJECTED TO SUCH TREATMENT?

Yet the stories coming out of Florida have a familiar theme. Rose Wendland was given absolute authority by the San Joaquin County Superior Court to dictate who could and could not visit Robert. For the most part, his mother was allowed to visit, but several other members of his family were not. The list of approved visitors was kept at the hospital’s reception desk and an armed guard was posted in the lobby. I was not allowed to see Robert, even though Rose routinely met with her attorneys in Robert’s hospital room and granted access to reporters and camera crews, conducting interviews at Robert’s bedside. Time and again, reporters related to Florence and I that they had just come from the hospital where they observed and photographed Robert. They would stare incredulously at Florence as she recited Robert’s accomplishments and abilities and look at me as if to say, “Do you know that your client is crazy?” They stated that during their visits with Robert, they did not observe him interacting or responding in any meaningful way. Many times, reporters told me that Robert was asleep the entire time they were in his hospital room.

I independently verified the stories Florence related about her visits with Robert and his capabilities. So at all times during the litigation, I knew that my representations to the court were truthful and accurate, despite the claims made by Florence’s adversaries.

One bioethicist who testified pro bono on Rose’s behalf described spending several hours in Robert’s room discussing the case and Rose’s desire to dictate that Robert’s feeding tube be removed. When I asked her what Robert was doing as that conversation took place, she testified dispassionately that he was curled up in the fetal position in his bed, clearly within earshot as the discussion of bringing about his death took place.

I once went to the hospital to meet with Florence and a reporter. I had no intention of attempting to crash the gate. I simply planned to sit in the public lobby of the hospital and talk quietly with the 2 women over a cup of coffee. But when the hospital administrator discovered us, we were ordered to leave, ostensibly because Rose had specified that I not be permitted in the hospital. (Ironically, I was and am a taxpaying resident of Lodi — a city that only has 1 hospital.) Rather than make a scene, we adjourned to the fireside room of my church and conducted the interview there.

When the case was pending in the California Supreme Court, Florence showed a painting that Robert made during an activity session to the reporter from “Good Morning America.” As a result, demands were made that Florence never show the painting again. In fact, she was pressed to surrender it. If she refused, I was informed that her visits with Robert would be terminated.

Too late. By then, the painting had been shown on national television and posted on websites.

The Wounds Don’t Heal

Florence has had no contact with Rose since the case concluded. Rose and Robert’s 3 children have nothing to do with their grandmother. Florence also told me today that her son, Michael Hofer, who sided with Rose and testified that Robert should die, does not visit her. (Ironically, Mr. Hofer testified that he was a practicing Jehovah’s Witness.) She remains close to her other surviving children and grandchildren.

It is my firm belief that the loss is not Florence’s. Rose, her children, and Michael Hofer and his family are missing the opportunity to have a close and loving relationship with a woman who demonstrated unconditional love, support, and devotion to her child after his life-altering accident. Robert was profoundly disabled following his 1993 car accident. He was never again the same as the night he made the tragic decision to get into his pick-up while legally drunk. It didn’t matter to Florence. Robert was still her child, her baby boy, and she didn’t care that he could no longer speak or run to her. She did not blame Rose for wanting to get on with her life, and encouraged her to allow Robert to live peacefully in the care of Florence and her other children, rather than continue battling to bring about Robert’s death. Florence’s overtures were rebuffed and scoffed at.

Mary Schindler feels the same way about Terri. She, Bob, and their 2 other children have begged Michael Schiavo to let Terri live in peace. He moved on with his life long ago, living since at least 1996 with another woman and fathering two children by her. Like Rose, Michael Schiavo has refused to surrender custody and control of Terri to her family.

Instead, Terri has, at this writing, been without even an ice chip for 6 long days, slipping further and further away from the people who raised her and want to continue lovingly caring for her.

Again, I ask: WHAT CRIMES HAVE ANY OF THE SCHINDLERS COMMITTED THAT THEY ARE SUBJECTED TO SUCH TREATMENT?

I pray that the Supreme Court responds quickly and appropriately to the Schindlers’ final appeal for relief so that Terri can be saved.

The monk who serves as a spiritual adviser to the Schindlers, Brother Paul O’Donnell, was interviewed on Fox News last night.

When people are dying, it is not at all unusual for them to stop eating and drinking as their body gradually shuts down. Their mouth is routinely swabbed out by their caregivers. It’s called “palliative care” and is a way of making the patient more comfortable and avoid the pain caused when their lips and tongue dry out and crack. Ice chips are also given to patients at this time. One of my friends told me that watching the developments in Terri’s case “brings back memories of my father as he was dying and swabbing out his mouth with a mint flavored swab.”

Brother O’Donnell reported that he is not allowed to see Terri, so she is being forced to die without the comfort (at least for her parents, if Terri is unaware) of having a spiritual adviser with her.

Brother O’Donnell further described that an armed police officer has been posted at her bedside to make sure that her mother doesn’t even give her a drop of water. In his ruling, Florida Judge George Greer — a purported “born-again Christian” who is legally blind — ordered that only a dry q-tip be used to swab out Terri’s mouth as she lays dying. She is to receive no hydration of any sort, not even a few drops of water.

NOTE that Judge Greer, a disabled person, has sentenced a disabled person to die.

Shockingly, the Eleventh Circuit Court of Appeals has voted 2-1 against granting injunctive relief to her parents (re-inserting the feeding tube). The Court stated:

There is no denying the absolute tragedy that has befallen Mrs. Schiavo. We all have our own family, our own loved ones, and our own children. However, we are called upon to make a collective, objective decision concerning a question of law.

Under any rational analysis, analysis of the “question of law” leads to the undeniable conclusion that Terri is being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment in violation of the Eighth Amendment, despite the fact that she has committed no crime, and her Fourteenth Amendment rights to life and due process have been and are being repeatedly trampled.

In California, convicted murderers are no longer put to death in the gas chamber. They are given a lethal injection because use of the gas chamber was deemed cruel and unusual punishment.

Death in a gas chamber comes within a few minutes.

As I write this, Terri has been dying from a lack of food or even a drop of water since last Friday — 5 full days.

Again, the words and images of Holy Week are inescapable: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Last Friday afternoon, I was typing an e-mail shortly after learning that Terri Schiavo’s feeding tube had been removed. As I typed the words “I can’t imagine what Bob and Mary Schindler are going through right now,” my eyes focused on her mother’s name: Mary.

It occurred to me that Palm Sunday was just 2 days away. Palm Sunday, sometimes observed in my church as Palm/Passion Sunday because the entire Passion story is read aloud during worship, marks the beginning of Holy Week.

And it was then that I recognized the irony: In 2005, another woman named Mary is spending Holy Week watching her beloved child die.

I was glued to the tv on Sunday night as the House of Representatives debated and then passed legislation designed to give Terri one more chance at life.

But I awoke Monday morning to be dismayed by U.S. District Judge James Whittemore’s failure to schedule the hearing first thing that day. When I learned that he had set the hearing to begin at 3:00 p.m., I knew that Terri had moved closer to death.

And, of course, hopes were again dashed this morning when I awoke at 4:00 a.m. to learn that Judge Whittemore had denied relief to her parents, Bob and Mary. I watched Mary pleading for her daughter’s life this afternoon, begging someone — anyone — to help prevent her daughter from dying of thirst.

And I was reminded of another mother named Mary who, as she watched her child dying, heard him say, “I thirst.”

The case of Terri Schiavo, like the case of Robert Wendland, is a morality battle. It is about good vs. evil, right vs. wrong, moral vs. immoral. I will demonstrate that beyond a shadow of a doubt through this blog.

If Terri Schiavo dies this week from dehyration and starvation over the objections of her parents, brother, and sister, will she die a martyr’s death? Will she become, in the weeks, months, and years that follow, a symbol of how this country lost its way? How we as a nation managed to, as my friend Wesley J. Smith says, “lost our moral compass?”

Is that Terri’s destiny?

God forbid.

“Uncle.”

People have been asking me since the conclusion of Conservatorship of Wendland in August 2001, if I plan to write a book about my experiences — and encouraging me to do so. Until now, I have resisted those suggestions for many, many reasons.

But the events of the past few weeks involving Terri Shiavo and her family have inspired me to begin this blog as an alternative to publishing a book or law review article. This will document my six-year experience litigating the Wendland case and serve as a resource for other attorneys litigating such cases, families who find themselves having to make painful, difficult end-of-life decisions, and members of the public who want to learn more about the issues.

I am also going to reveal information about “the players” in this and other cases. As will become apparent, the culture of death is being promoted in this country by a small group of devoted, determined people whose names appear repeatedly in the case records, media, and “scholarly” analyses of the cases.

All entries in this blog must be read with an understanding that I have distinct opinions and approached my work in the Wendland case from a very specific viewpoint: I believe in the sanctity of all human life and saw my involvement in the case as a matter of faith. My beliefs informed and focused my efforts, on behalf of my clients, to save Robert Wendland from a cruel death by dehydration and starvation.

Welcome to all who visit this blog and I hope that you find the information you find here useful.