At this, Terri turned to Carlo. 'Since 1996,' she explained, 'the federal habeas corpus procedure is governed by a nasty piece of legislation called the Antiterrorism and Effective Death Penalty Act, inspired by the Oklahoma City bombing. Its purpose is to make it as hard as possible to overturn a state court denial of a habeas corpus petition. And the federal district judge in Rennell's case, Gardner Bond, pretty much views the death penalty as a form of population control.'
This first mention of Judge Bond, Terri saw, ignited in Finney a spark of indignation. 'We asked Bond for an evidentiary hearing,' she told Carlo. 'He denied it. The Ninth Circuit affirmed Bond without a hearing, and the U.S. Supreme Court turned down our petition. It was like Rennell was doomed from the time that Grandma hired Yancey James.'
Which, Terri believed, was a fair summary of the truth, defective only in Laura Finney's failure to assign Kenyon and Walker its portion of responsibility. 'I respect you for taking this on,' Finney continued in a tone which combined rationalization with commiseration. 'I wish I could see any promise in what you're doing. But the State of California wants to execute this man, and I don't see any way of stopping it.'
As though hearing something in her mother's voice, the little girl came to Finney's side, silently tugging at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Evenly, Terri asked, 'In the end, how did you feel about Rennell?'
Finney paused to consider this. 'Except for his one mantra,' she said with some reluctance, 'there was no sign that he gave a damn about Thuy Sen, or us, or anyone but maybe Payton. Almost like he was already dead.'
Terri thanked Finney for her time and left with Carlo.
THREE
CHRISTOPHER PAGET SAT WITH HIS WIFE AND SON. 'HOW WAS your time at Kenyon and Walker?' he asked.
It was late afternoon of the following day, and a slanting sunlight grazed the waters of the bay, uncommonly serene. While Terri and Carlo had reviewed the files of Kenyon and Walker, Chris had amused Elena and Kit by taking them sailing. Now the family gathered on Chris's sailboat moored along the Marina District—Elena sprawled on her stomach reading a fashion magazine, Kit constructing an intricate fortress from Legos, and the three adults gathered around an improvised picnic. Carlo glanced at his stepmother. 'According to Terri,' he answered with some amusement, ' 'just good enough to lose.' '
Turning to Terri, Chris raised his eyebrows. 'They should stick to representing Merrill Lynch,' she told him. 'Assigning them Rennell's appeal was like putting the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval on his death warrant.'
'How so?'
'Because they know enough law to raise all the issues. And next to nothing about digging into a murder, or probing the lives of a dysfunctional black family in a subculture like the Bayview.' Terri spread cheese on a cracker, her first nourishment since breakfast. 'Laura Finney was right about this much—they made our job on a second petition as uphill as the evil geniuses who drafted AEDPA intended.'
To his father, Carlo saw, this was all the explanation required: the acronym AEDPA—pronounced 'edpa'— seemed to carry a totemic power. 'Walk me through this,' Carlo requested. 'Terri mentioned it yesterday, but AEDPA's a new concept to me.'
'AEDPA,' his father answered promptly, 'exists to keep folks like Rennell Price from delaying their own deaths. Let alone preventing them.
'The statute has two principal aims: to make state court impositions of the death penalty—no matter how biased or defective—nearly impossible to challenge; and to ensure that after the first habeas petition is ruled on, a second petition—even one based on new evidence of innocence—has almost no chance of staving off an execution.'
'All Rennell's got left,' Terri interjected, 'is a second petition—under AEDPA the dregs of habeas corpus, bristling with restrictions.' Preparing another cracker, she continued, 'A claim presented in a first petition, however badly, is barred in a second—no matter how skimpy Kenyon and Walker's underlying inquiry. Habeas lawyers can be as lousy as they care to be.'
At the corner of Carlo's vision, a seagull was creeping closer along the bow, perhaps preparing to snatch Terri's cracker in his bill. 'Mind shooing him off?' he asked Kit. With far too much good cheer, Kit attempted a roar. But only when he half-rose, imitating a scarecrow, did the bird retreat.
'Impressive,' Carlo assured his half brother and turned back to Terri. 'Go on.'
'Second, if Rennell is making an argument that the law has changed—for example, that we no longer execute the retarded—it can be based only on a Supreme Court ruling, and then only if the Court expressly held that it should apply to inmates who've already filed a habeas corpus petition. Otherwise, it's too late—the state can execute you, even if everyone who comes after you in a similar position would be saved—'
'Timing,' Chris interjected dryly, 'is truly all.'
With this, both Terri and Chris fell silent, allowing Carlo to absorb what he had heard. He saw Terri's attention shift to Elena, still lying alone on the bow of the boat. It was a source of real guilt, he knew, that the unrelenting demands of an eleventh-hour death penalty petition all but deprived Elena of a mother. And the facts of this case, should Elena ever learn of them, surely deepened Terri's apprehension. A long moment later, Terri suspended her contemplation of Elena, turning back to Carlo. 'Even as to innocence,' she told him in a softer tone, 'any new evidence must be so 'clear and convincing' that no reasonable jury would have convicted Rennell of murder. 'Reasonable doubt' is out the window—under AEDPA, the presumption of innocence has become a presumption of guilt.'
'I had no idea the law of habeas corpus was that bad.'
'No one does, except the lawyers who do this work. For the most part, the rest of America sits there, secure in our boundless fairness, believing that we coddle the condemned.' Terri sipped from a can of cranberry juice. 'We could find compelling evidence that Rennell is innocent,' she continued, 'and still end up witnessing his execution. Simply because some of the evidence was raised before, however badly. Or could have been raised before. Or because the trial was technically a fair one, even if the verdict was wrong. Or because the possibility of innocence is only fifty-fifty. Or maybe'—Terri picked up a cracker—'just because a three-judge panel of the Court of Appeals is in a crummy mood and won't give us leave to file a second petition under AEDPA. In which case we won't have to bother with all those other problems.'
Chris and Carlo fell briefly silent. 'How's Elena doing?' Chris asked.
