If you want to understand trial lawyers, you have to recognize their one enduring fantasy. They are knights in shining armor rescuing damsels in distress.
They’ll tell you they’re “standing up for the little guy” or “enforcing the Constitution” or “sending a message” or “teaching the big guys a lesson.” But at bottom there’s always that one image — a lonely woman, young, attractive, helpless, waiting to be rescued by some hero with a law degree.
John O’Quinn is arguably the most successful trial lawyer in the country. A big, handsome, charismatic Houston native with a golden tongue, O’Quinn is a billionaire who — among other things — personally bankrupted Dow-Corning over breast implants. He recently won another billion-dollar verdict for a woman with a heart ailment who allegedly died from taking Phen-fen.
I interviewed O’Quinn at length last September. He’s a ball of fire, an Elmer Gantry of the courtroom who alternately soars and whispers — even during a simple interview — in an effort to convert any listener to his vision of the promised land.
That vision is that the world in which we live is ruled and dominated by all-powerful, corrupt, and absolutely evil corporations. “What kind of country are we living in?” he roared in reprise of his closing arguments. “Was Lincoln just a fool when he said this is a country of, by, and for the people? Or did he say something that we can really believe in, that little children can recite with pride in school? No! This is a country of the corporations, by the corporations, and for the rich, goddamned corporations. A corporation can be a criminal — an absolute criminal — and nobody can do a goddamned thing about it!” (He actually used much more unpresentable language but asked me to clean it up in deference to his local minister.)
After a while, I began to suspect there was something much more than money involved. There was an obvious emotional imperative. O’Quinn eventually explained it himself through “the picture.”
In an office filled with otherwise tasteful (and original) Western art, there was one painting on the center wall that was so bad I didn’t have the heart to mention it. Two Roman gladiators battled each other in one of those romantic 19th century kitsch settings laden with objects of allegory. It looked like something bought in a pawnshop.
Soon enough, O’Quinn brought it up himself. “Do you like my favorite painting?” he asked.
“What’s it supposed to be?” I responded neutrally.
“The gladiator on the left has one client,” he said proudly. “He’s the rich man with his foot on the treasury. And the gladiator on the right has one client. That’s the woman with the baby. They’re both fighting to defend their clients.
“People ask me, ‘Why do you continue to do this, John? You’re already a billionaire. You don’t have to do this anymore. Why do you keep going back into the courtroom.’ And I tell them, ‘I do it because of what’s in that painting. The gladiator on the right — that’s me.”
You could see this again the other night when John Edwards, a trial lawyer cut from the same mold, made his closing arguments. Sure, Edwards talked about “strength” and “decisiveness” and paid lip service to the idea that somewhere out there in the world there are some pretty bad people in headdresses that we ought to do something about some day. But when it came to defining his core vision, here’s what Edwards said:
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