Thursday, September 18, 2008


Those of you who have taken BarBRI courses probably remember Charles Whitebread, criminal law lecturer. Little bald guy with a growly voice, who started slow and tended to build up to his jokes.

Professor Whitebread just died. In his honor, I'll relay one of his "war stories."

Before he entered academia, Whitebread practiced criminal defense in D.C. One of his clients decided it would be a good idea to sort his marijuana into a number of small baggies for convenient use.

It was a nice day, with a pleasant breeze. He decided it would be a good idea to open his front and back doors to let some of the fresh air in.

His pleasant afternoon was disrupted when a man charged through his front door and started running through his house. It turns out the man was a felon fleeing from his crime.

Naturally, the police were hot on his trail and several officers ran into the unsuspecting client's house.

The felon ran out the client's back door and the police followed him, but not before noticing the large pile of marijuana on the client's table.

Eventually the felon eluded the grasp of D.C.'s finest. Determined to get something out of the chase, the police returned to the client's house and arrested him for possession of marijuana.

1 comment:

T.M. said...

With a name like Whitebread, you ought to be immortal.