EDITORIAL NOTE: This article was originally published in the Chicago Law Daily Bulletin on November 12, 2015. It is reproduced here with permission.
Last week I turned 60. For most lawyers, this would be a day of happy reflection about their careers. I had been looking at an unblemished 35-year career sprinkled with satisfying victories, not only for individual clients but also for social justice issues near and dear to my heart. That all changed when sanctions were entered against me and three of my partners in Intellect Wireless v. HTC, Case No. 09-cv-2945 (Northern District of Illinois) and Intellect Wireless v. Dell, Case No. 10-cv-06763 (Northern District of Illinois) in rulings holding us accountable for our client’s filing of a false declaration in the Patent and Trademark Office. While we disagreed with those rulings, we have entered into agreements settling all claims against us.
The settlements were costly and painful, but the lasting damage to my reputation was and is immeasurable. There were daily headlines about the cases in IP Law360; Forbes, Crain’s, and the Law Bulletin also ran articles about the rulings. My status as a pariah was palpable. I could tell from the looks (and averted looks) I encountered while walking in the Loop, and by the conversations which abruptly ended when I entered elevators. Some of that may have been my imagination; most was not. “People Are Strange” was my personal soundtrack for a while.
How does one deal with a public shaming? Nothing I learned in school or during 35 years of practice prepared me for this. But I had to take affirmative action to preserve my sanity and some modicum of dignity. The first thing I did was to take steps to avoid awkward encounters. In that vein, I withdrew from the Linn Inn of Court and the Union League Club, and skipped my law school reunion. Some friends criticized those decisions, but I needed to retreat and lick my psychic wounds.
As another component of my self-preservation plan, I threw myself into activities unrelated to the legal profession. My wife was a candidate for Alderman of the 43rd Ward, and my role as a de facto campaign manager served as a welcome respite from dwelling on the sanctions. My wife’s schedule also meant that I was the one who picked up our youngest after track practice and made dinner every night. I mixed up my schedule in other ways as well, such as taking a day off to travel to U.W. Madison to take my daughter to dinner and a basketball game. I entered into my annual marathon training with renewed vigor. I also took a hastily arranged hiking trip to Rocky Mountain National Park, as I have always found that breathtaking mountain vistas have a way of putting personal concerns into proper perspective. All of these activities left me with fond memories and a strengthened psyche.
On the practice side, I have made more of an effort to focus on business tort cases and pro-bono matters, both of which had been a large part of my practice in my younger days. Patent litigation has become way too acrimonious.
My family has been extremely supportive, and for that I am blessed. I also have been helped by emails and letters from colleagues (and even a few judges) with words of support and encouragement. Those gestures meant a lot to me.
Every day, though, there are reminders. Opposing counsel in some of my cases have pointed to the rulings. The other day I Googled myself and numerous articles about the sanctions immediately popped up. Of course, it troubles me that the sanctions are the first thing potential clients and new acquaintances see about me in a search. No, my scarlet letter will never go away, but I have refused to let it define my existence; in that I take solace. And, just maybe, my story may be of help to someone else whose career suddenly veers off track.