January 31, 1990
Today I took a verdict in Supreme Court, Queens County. The case involved a claim of obstetrical negligence. It has been a very difficult trial. The Judge didn’t like me or the case. My adversary was much more experienced than I, and much more physically imposing. I am about 5’8”; he is well over 6 feet tall and fairly heavy. He was a little on the arrogant side and was the type who did not hesitate to avail himself of any opportunity to take advantage of a situation whether fair or not.
The Judge had inquired about the possibility of settlement before we opened to the jury. I had been instructed that I could settle the case in the range of $350,000 to $500,000. When the Judge asked what our demand was, I told him exactly that. He then asked defense counsel if there was any offer. There was not. He told him to call the insurance company and get $250,000 and the case would be settled. I told him that I did not have that authority, but he was already angry and didn’t care.
I realized afterwards that a demand of the amount I gave him was as good as telling him that it was not a case. Nobody would settle a truly meritorious case involving brain damage to an infant for such an amount if there was a realistic chance of winning.
When defense counsel returned and informed the Judge that they would not make an offer, he nearly spat at me. “Counsel! They won’t even pay $250,000 for this case.” “I know,” I said. “Your honor, I am prepared to proceed.”
The Judge was apparently an officer in the State National Guard reserves. Every morning when he entered the courtroom, the court officer stood at attention saluting the Judge. Once the Judge ascended the bench, he would face the officer, return the salute and seat himself.
There were quite a number of incidents during the trial which reflected the Judge’s attitude toward me and my case, which I won’t get into now. Suffice it to say that at one point, I found myself at the top of the courthouse steps in the morning, holding a trial bag in either hand, and literally had to force myself to go through the door to enter the courthouse and be subjected to the unpleasant treatment that was occurring on a day to day basis.
First thing this morning we gave our summations, and the Judge charged the jury. They got the case right before lunch. When we came back from lunch about an hour and a half later, there was a note requesting the direct testimony of plaintiff’s pediatric neurology expert.
The Judge called both lawyers to the bench to disclose the contents of the note. He then asked defense counsel if he wanted to make a telephone call. “No, Judge.” The Judge said, “If I were the defense attorney and the jury asked for the direct testimony of plaintiff’s expert neurologist, I would run, not walk to the phones”.
“Judge,” he said. I’m sure they’re just convincing one holdout. I’ve never lost a malpractice case.”
It took a while for the testimony to be read back to the jury. Just about two hours later, we received word that they had a verdict. It seemed awfully fast, and I was not anxious to hear what it was.
The defendant doctor was sitting in the back of the courtroom when the jury filed in. In response to the question whether the defendant departed from accepted standards of care, they answered “Yes.” The defendant doctor let out a yell and bolted from the courtroom. In response to the question whether the departure was a proximate cause of injury to the child, they again answered “Yes.” Finally, they were asked the amount of damages they awarded. I can’t tell you what the breakdown was between past and future damages. All I can tell you is the total award was for $5 million dollars. I had never had a case where the amount even nearly approximated a million dollars before.
I left the courthouse in shock. All I could think of was how easily the answer could have been “No,” despite the fact that I would have expended the same amount of time and effort.
I did have one other thought – my adversary would never be able to repeat his claim to the Judge.