Month: November 2022

⚖️🪦 “REQUIEM FOR A HEAVYWEIGHT” — Farewell To The Arlington Immigration Court

By Paul Wickham Schmidt

Courtside Exclusive

Nov. 7, 2022

It was my “professional home” for the final 13 years of my career, until I retired in 2016. The Arlington Immigration Court was “born in controversy” decades ago when the Immigration Courts abandoned the sole outpost in the District Colombia and moved across the Potomac River to Northern Virginia. For many years thereafter, its internal acronym remained “WAS,” and mail and record files intended for the Seattle Immigration Court in the “State of Washington” periodically were misrouted to WAS, and vice versa.

Over the years, it grew from a single Immigration Judge — the legendary trail-blazer Judge Joan Churchill — to a judicial cast in the double digits. It outgrew always-inadequate space several times, reaching “the final resting place” on Bell Street in National Landing (née “Crystal City”) in 2012. It was combined and uncombined with the nearby “Headquarters Immigration Court.” At various times, Arlington Judges had regular jurisdiction over such far-flung locations as Cleveland, Cincinnati, Buffalo, Puerto Rico, and the USVI!

To be sure, Arlington had its share of tragedies, scandals, screw-ups, and nonsense. When located in the misnamed “penthouse” — a/k/a the top floor of the Ballston Metro Center — there were NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS — undoubtedly a violation of various Federal and local rules and an act of gross inhumanity to mankind by the chronically inept “powers that be” at EOIR “Headquarters” in Falls Church. Obviously, there were also no “10-minute recesses,” as attorneys and clients — old, young, handicapped, mobile or immobile, fit or unfit  — were required to take the elevator to the lobby and fan out to various coffee shops and restaurants in the neighborhood to seek “relief from injustice and inconsideration.” 

But, I like to think that the cause of justice was sometimes served at Starbucks, in the corridors, the elevator lobby, or on the surrounding streets during these interludes. On some happy occasions, counsel returned from these “extended recesses”with joint solutions to the case that might not previously have occurred to them, or to me. 

On several occasions, the Arlington Fire Marshals closed us down for overcrowding! Toward the end of of our tenancy at Ballston, I inherited the sole “courtroom with a window.” I sometimes quipped that by craning my neck, I could see all the phases of my EOIR career from there: my past (the notorious “EOIR Tower in Falls Church”); my present (the humanity before me in my courtroom); and my future (“The Jefferson” Retirement Home across the square).

But, Arlington also was a place of general and genuine camaraderie: Where judges, Government attorneys, private attorneys, interpreters, and staff worked together as a team to bring practical, efficient, justice to those individuals appearing before the court and the many beyond that whose lives and fates were tied up in theirs. Indeed, of the various places I worked and visited in EOIR, it most reflected the values that have always been important to me: Fairness, scholarship, timeliness, respect, and teamwork. 

Those “Thursday Judicial Lunches” and the famous or infamous “Seersucker Thursdays” helped model the spirit of teamwork and camaraderie. Indeed, my judicial career ended on June 30, 2016 — not incidentally, my final “Seersucker Thursday.” (I did, however, “carry on the tradition when teaching at Georgetown Law each June thereafter — until COVID and the “Zoom-era” struck!)

It was also a “showcase court” — or as close an approximation of one as EOIR had at the time. Because of the location in the DMV area, a steady stream of politicos, senior managers, journalists, Congressional Committee staff, professors, DOJ attorneys, USCIS adjudicators, statisticians, demographers, and the like passed through Arlington’s cramped confines and sat on some of the world’s most uncomfortable pews (some interns actually brought “stadium cushions”) to observe the “real life drama” of Immigration Court.

Also, as then Chief Judge Michael Creppy accurately told me at the time of my 2003 reassignment, Arlington was a “teaching court.” Generations of outstanding student attorneys from local law school clinics, “Big Law” associates, and newly-minted immigration practitioners “learned the ropes” in our cramped and chronically over-or under-heated courtrooms.  (Immigration Judges were deemed “not qualified” to adjust courtroom thermostats. We had to call on the Court Administrator or the Security Guard to exercise that higher-level responsibility. I actually used to get “joint oral motions” from counsel to raise my courtroom temperature when we were in Ballston!)

And, Arlington Judges were known for their willingness to  engage in “educational dialogue” with the parties and observers at the conclusion of the case. Of course, the “merits” of cases were “off limits.” But, it was a terrific opportunity to share information about procedures, practices, and to convey “judicial expectations” to those eager to learn more. Memorably, Judge Wayne Iskra’s totally accurate and painfully obvious remark that “the system is broken” seemed to go above and beyond what our “handlers” in Falls Church deemed appropriate!

Notably, a large number of “Arlington alums” are now themselves in key positions, as judges, government officials, NGO leaders, law firm founders and partners, academics, scholarly commentators, or media figures. Arlington interns and judicial law clerks have also gone on to distinguish themselves. For better or worse, hopefully the former, Arlington had “influence” that went beyond its “utilitarian wannabe to shabby” physical confines. 

It was also a place of hope. That might have been why for years we had a negligible “no show” rate for individual hearings. For a number of years, from 2010 to the “advent of Trump,’” it was among the “league leaders” in asylum grants and favorable outcomes for individuals. This was in an age where the overall system and many of the attitudes of DOJ politicos who had authority over the Immigration Courts were relatively unsympathetic to asylum seekers, particularly those arriving at our southern land border or by boat!

A “colorful cast of characters” passed through the Arlington bench. Some were “up and comers” — on their way to “fame and fortune” in the EOIR hierarchy or beyond.

Others of us were exiles or refugees from “The Tower” or Senior Executive positions elsewhere at so-called “Main Justice” or “other government agencies.” At various points during my 13-year tenure, the following were “in residence” at Arlington: former Acting Commissioner of the “Legacy INS;” former INS General Counsel; former BIA Chair; former BIA Members and “Temporary BIA Members;” former Acting INS General Counsel; former INS Deputy General Counsel; Former Principal Deputy Director, International Section of the DOJ; former Principal Deputy Chief Immigration Judge, two-time former Chief Trial Judge of the U.S. Army; former Acting Chief Immigration Judges; former Acting EOIR Director; former Assistant Chief Immigration Judges; former “Brooks Bros Rioter;” former Partner at Jones Day; former Managing Partner of the DC Office of Fragomen; past President of the National Association of Immigration Judges; founder and first President of the BIA Employees Union; former Chief Counsel to the Senate Subcommittee on Criminal Justice; (briefly) former EOIR General Counsel and Deputy General; former Associate Counsel at the White House Domestic Policy Council; former Assistant to the Deputy Attorney General; Adjunct Professor and former Adjunct Professors at Georgetown Law, George Mason Law, and UVA Law.  That’s just what I can remember; I’m sure I’ve overlooked some.  A few “legitimate celebs” passed through our doors, including Angela Jolie who was a witness in one case!

To be sure, those of us “on the way down the government food chain” or those voluntarily fleeing it far outnumbered those slated to move “up the ladder.” Of course, Arlington wasn’t above criticism. Too old, too White, too male, too many “bureaucratic retreads” to accurately reflect the diverse nature of both the “customers” and the legal community in the DMV area. I won’t deny that there was some validity to those observations. 

But, we “were what we were” — the choices that led to our composition at any one time were “above our pay grade.” Heck, I didn’t even apply for the job!

I think all of us did our best to compensate for or “work around” our undoubted “blind spots.” Whether we were successful is for others to decide. As a group, regardless of gender, we all consciously tried to avoid the “grumpy old men” appellation attached to some Immigration Courts of that era. 

On October 14, 2022, the Arlington Immigration Court passed into history. Its judges, staff, cases, and the lives they affect scattered, in a tidal wave of “Aimless Docket Reshuffling,” among the newly-established Sterling and Annandale Immigration Courts and the Falls Church and Richmond “Immigration Adjudication Centers.” The latter are apparently part of the current “vision “ of “migrating” EOIR back to its “INS roots” of yore by “emulating” the impersonality of USCIS “Service Centers” — while reportedly providing a level of “customer service” significantly below that which would make USCIS blush!

So, it’s a final farewell to Arlington. But, I will always remain grateful for the time I spent there, for the colleagues I worked with, for those who came before me and helped enlighten me in court, and for those whose lives and futures were entrusted to my care.

Due Process Forever!

PWS

11-07-22