"The Voice of the New Due Process Army" ————– Musings on Events in U.S. Immigration Court, Immigration Law, Sports, and Other Random Topics by Retired United States Immigration Judge (Arlington, Virginia) and former Chairman of the Board of Immigration Appeals Paul Wickham Schmidt. To see my complete professional bio, just click on the link below.
Today [April 2] at 1:15 in the afternoon the heart of a giant of jurisprudence stopped beating. He alludes to the lawyer defending human rights, civil rights and constitutional law, the great friend of Mexico and Latin American immigrants, lawyer Peter Schey. He was 77 years old.
Schey was born in the Republic of South Africa, on March 23, 1947. He came with his parents, who emigrated to the United States. Upon graduating from high school in 1966, he applied for and was admitted to pursue a bachelor’s degree in psychology at the University of California, Berkeley, where he graduated in 1970. Additionally, in 1973 he completed his studies in law school at the California Western School. of Law.
His career as a jurist began in 1973. He practiced law at the Legal Aid Society of San Diego, where he had legal representation of low-income immigrants, until 1978, when he moved to the City of Los Angeles, where he founded the National Immigration Law Center.
Desire for justice motivated him to move from San Diego to LA
The main reason that prompted him to leave the City of San Diego was related to the arrest of Mexican activist José Jacques Medina. He had been arrested and imprisoned by agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI).
Due to his undocumented status, the FBI handed him over to the Department of Immigration and Naturalization (INS) to immediately deport him to Mexico. Jacques Medina’s wife, Rosario Moreno, traveled from Los Angeles to San Diego to ask Schey to assume the legal defense of her husband.
He immediately accepted and took on the defense with passion and professionalism, which would last for a dozen years until in 1989 or 1990 his case was closed because Jacques Medina requested and obtained his immigration regularization through the “Amnesty Law” of 1986. During that period, the defense stopped his deportation under consideration of the defendant’s right to asylum. He argued that if he were returned to Mexico his life was in danger.
Founded legal institution of historical significance
In 1980, Schey founded and became president and CEO of the Center for Human Rights and Constitutional Law. He remained at the head of this important institution for 44 years and 4 months.
In these four decades, Schey filed Class Action lawsuits in favor of the constitutional rights of millions of immigrants from various parts of the world, but especially Mexicans and Latin Americans. I will mention three examples:
1.- In 1994, the Californian political extreme right adopted a fascist, racist and cruel policy against undocumented immigrants and created Proposition 187, which was approved by a majority of the state electorate in November of that year. This resolution denied medical care, social services and education to people suspected of having entered California irregularly.
However, the day after its approval, this ordinance was stopped in court by a lawsuit led by Peter Schey and known as League of United Latin American Citizens v. Wilson. After a severe legal battle, this very important lawsuit prevented said proposal from being implemented, which meant a major offense to the migrant community. In July 1999, Democratic Governor Gray Davis reached an agreement with leaders of pro-immigrant organizations and his lawyers and gave up appealing the decision of the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals that had declared it unconstitutional. And therefore, this disastrous Proposition was canceled without it ever being able to be implemented.
2.- Another legal case, known under the title Flores v. Reno established a minimum standard of quality of life for undocumented immigrant children detained in the United States and recognized the Center for Human Rights and Constitutional Law as the only nongovernmental organization authorized to certify that detention centers housing any undocumented minor met the agreed minimum standards and also established the prompt release of the minors and that they could be delivered to relatives residing in the United States as soon as possible.
3.- I cannot close this remembrance of Schey without mentioning the case known as Plyler v. Doe. Schey participated in this lawsuit and it was filed because in 1977 the State of Texas ordered that in the public school system, children who did not provide proof of being citizens of the United States would have to pay the school district, to which their school belonged, one thousand dollars. or would not be allowed access to the instruction.
In 1982, the US Supreme Court ruled that ‘a state cannot prevent the children of undocumented immigrants from attending public school.’
With these three examples, among many others that could be cited, it is clear that millions of undocumented girls and boys and workers must be eternally grateful to benefactor Peter Schey because thanks to his efforts in the courts, today they enjoy legal protections.
In short, thanks to his social education, his effort, persistence and tenacity as a general of immigration laws and constitutional law, as our great colleague Peter Schey undoubtedly was, countless immigrants can enjoy a decent life.
*Juan José Gutiérrez is executive director of the Full Rights Coalition for Immigrants based in Los Angeles.
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Needless to say, I butted heads with Peter a number of times during my tenure in the Office of General Counsel at the “Legacy INS” (1976-87).I always had the greatest respect for his legal talent, courage, dedication, and persistence! He will be missed! But, his contributions to the law and the organizations he founded live on.
In Memory of The Honorable Rosalind K. Malloy 1942 – 2024
Obituary
The Honorable Rosalind K. Malloy, of Marlton, NJ, passed away on February 7, 2024, at the age of 81. Loving daughter of the late Daniel and Annie. Cherished sister of Dr. Tyrone Malloy, and predeceased by Ann, Daniel, Joyce, and Marcus. Adored by many nieces and nephews. Judge Malloy was appointed as an Immigration Judge in December 1998. Prior to her appointment to the Immigration Court in Philadelphia, Judge Malloy served as an Immigration Judge at the Immigration Court in Los Angeles from December 1998 to December 2001. She received a Bachelor of Arts degree in 1964 from Hunter College, City University of New York; a Master of Arts degree in 1971 and a Masters of Education degree in 1975, both from Teachers College, Columbia University; and a Juris Doctorate in 1979 from Rutgers University. Judge Malloy was an assistant district counsel with the former Immigration and Naturalization Service in New York from 1995 to 1998. From 1993 to 1994, she served as a hearing officer with the Georgia Department of Corrections in Atlanta, Georgia. She worked as an assistant district attorney in New York from 1984 to 1989. Previously, Judge Malloy served as a teacher/guidance counselor with the New York City Board of Education and she taught biology at John F. Kennedy High School, Bronx, NY for 15 years. She was a Peace Corps. volunteer in Nigeria for several years. Judge Malloy is a member of the New York, Pennsylvania, and Georgia Bars. Cremation Private.
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Although I ran into Judge Malloy at various events during my EOIR career, and reviewed her decisions while I was a BIA Appellate Judge, I never had the pleasure of working with her or really getting to know her on a personal level.
But, based on the outpouring of heartfelt comments from those who knew her, gathered on our “Round Table Communications Network” (“RTCN”), established and maintained by Hon. “Sir Jeffrey” Chase, she was a beloved and valued friend and colleague to all around her during her distinguished legal and judicial career.
I think this quote from retired Judge Bruce J. Einhorn best captures the feelings of those knew her well:
Thanks for sharing. This is very sad news. I had the privilege of serving as a judge with Ros in LA. She was a fair, decisive, humane, and witty jurist, and a wonderful colleague. May her memory be a blessing.
A moving and fitting tribute to a life of achievement well-lived in law and society.
040601-N-8861F-003 Naval Support Activity Naples, Italy (Jun. 1, 2004) – Country singer Toby Keith sings at a recent United Service Organization (USO) sponsored concert held at Naval Support Activity, Naples, support site in Gricignano. Keith, joined by rock legend Ted Nugent will also be traveling to Germany, Kosovo and the Persian Gulf during the tour. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 2nd Class Lenny Francioni (RELEASED)
NORMAN, Okla. — Toby Keith, a hit country crafter of pro-American anthems who both riled up critics and was loved by millions of fans, has died. He was 62.
The “Should’ve Been a Cowboy” singer-songwriter, who was battling stomach cancer, died peacefully Monday surrounded by his family, according to a statement posted on the country singer’s website. “He fought his fight with grace and courage,” the statement said. He was diagnosed in 2022.
The 6-foot-4 singer broke out in the country boom years of the 1990s, writing songs that fans loved to hear. Over his career, he publicly clashed with other celebrities and journalists and often pushed back against record executives who wanted to smooth his rough edges.
He was known for his overt patriotism on post-9/11 songs like “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue” and boisterous barroom tunes like “I Love This Bar” and “Red Solo Cup.” He had a powerful booming voice, a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor and a range that carried love songs as well as drinking songs.
Among his 20 No. 1 Billboard hits were “How Do You Like Me Now?!,” “As Good As I Once Was,” “My List” and “Beer for My Horses,” a duet with Willie Nelson. His influences were other working-class songwriters like Merle Haggard and he tallied more than 60 singles on the Hot Country chart over his career.
Throughout the cancer treatments, Keith continued to perform, most recently playing in Las Vegas in December. He also performed on the People’s Choice Country Awards in 2023 as he sang his song “Don’t Let the Old Man In.”
“Cancer is a roller coaster,” he told KWTV during an interview aired last month. “You just sit here and wait on it to go away. It might never go away.”
As a young man, Keith worked as a roughneck in the oil fields of Oklahoma, then played semi-pro football before launching his career as a singer.
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His later hits included “Love Me if You Can,” “She Never Cried in Front of Me” and “Red Solo Cup.” He was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2015.
He was honored by the performance rights organization BMI in November 2022 with the BMI Icon award, a few months after announcing his stomach cancer diagnosis.
“I always felt like the songwriting was the most important part of this whole industry,” Keith told the crowd of fellow singers and writers.
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Read the full obit at the link.
My favorite Toby Keith lyric:
Alarm clock starts ringin’ who could that be singin’
One of the biblical injunctions sometimes cited by Michael Gerson, who died Thursday at the age of 58 after a long battle with cancer, comes from the New Testament book of Colossians: “Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.”
That advice works not only for Christian believers such as he was, but also in the sometimes brutal political world in which he made his mark. He was a presidential speechwriter whose own words were, indeed, singularly seasoned and notably full of grace. For the past 15 years, he enriched the pages of this newspaper as a columnist for the Opinions section.
But civility, as Mike also noted, does not preclude tough-mindedness. Nor should it be mistaken for a lack of principles or perspective. His own were rooted in the faith that fueled and defined his involvement with politics, and he was scorching in his assessment of his fellow evangelicals when theirs took what he saw as a more cynical turn. In a September essay, he wrote these supposedly conservative Christians “have broadly chosen the company of Trump supporters who deny any role for character in politics and define any useful villainy as virtue. In the place of integrity, the Trump movement has elevated a warped kind of authenticity — the authenticity of unfiltered abuse, imperious ignorance, untamed egotism and reflexive bigotry.”
“This,” Mike wrote, “is inconsistent with Christianity by any orthodox measure.”
Mike and I were colleagues and friends whose paths crossed pretty regularly. One place we spent time together was at semiannual conferences in Florida known as the Faith Angle Forum, where people gather to discuss religion and politics.
It was during one of those meetings in 2014 that, for the first and only time, I saw Mike get angry — really angry.
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I was seated next to him for a session on religious conflict and the future of the Middle East, in which one of the speakers was Elliott Abrams, a fellow George W. Bush White House veteran who had served as deputy national security adviser for Middle East policy.
“It used to annoy me enormously when President Bush, for whom I was working, would say Islam is a religion of peace,” Abrams said, “because the real response to that is ‘Where is your theology degree from?’ ”
As Abrams continued along those lines — at one point claiming the “average American” was justified in thinking “this is crap … because all these people who are doing beheadings are Muslims” — I could feel Mike grow tense in the chair next to me. He waited his turn to be called upon, and then he confronted his former colleague.
“We praise Islam, and every president from now on will praise Islam on religious holidays because there are millions of peaceful citizens who hold this view,” Mike said. “It’s also a theologically sophisticated view, as opposed to what you’re arguing … every tradition, religious tradition, has forces of tribalism and violence in its history, background, of theology, and every religious tradition has resources of respect for the other.”
He added: “That is a great American tradition that we’ve done with every religious tradition that comes to the United States, included them as part of a national enterprise and praised them for their strongly held religious views and emphasized those portions that are most compatible with those ideals.”
As deep as his own Christian religious beliefs were, Mike was tolerant, accepting, even admiring of those who prayed differently. And while he was by and large a social conservative, Mike knew that not every question involving faith and truth could be resolved along the bright battle lines of the culture wars, or literally be set in scripture.
He celebrated gay pride month and argued that our scientific understanding of the genetic basis of sexual orientation has come a long way since the Apostle Paul’s time. But he also believed that religious institutions, including schools and charities, should have leeway to shape their own standards.
And Mike was open about the times in his life when he had his own doubts about what God had in mind for him. In 2019, he spoke frankly and publicly about being hospitalized for depression, delivering a powerful sermon at the National Cathedral and then a column for The Post.
A few days earlier, Mike and I had lunch. The speechwriter who had written so many words for others told me he was nervous about baring himself so publicly, and he asked if I would read a draft. He also confided that he had been living in a shadow where, at times, he wondered whether those who meant the most to him would be better off — unburdened — if he weren’t around.
In his sermon, he put it this way: “I suspect that there are people here today — and I include myself — who are stalked by sadness, or stalked by cancer, or stalked by anger. We are afraid of the mortality that is knit into our bones. We experience unearned suffering, or give unreturned love, or cry useless tears. And many of us eventually grow weary of ourselves — tired of our own sour company.”
Mike combined his lived faith with his gift for expression to offer a hand to others — showing that they are not alone in the dark. “Even when strength fails, there is perseverance,” he said in his sermon. “And even when perseverance fails, there is hope. And even when hope fails, there is love. And love never fails.”
Now, his unearned suffering has ended, and those he touched, including many who never met him in person, will so deeply miss Michael Gerson’s company. His grace was a blessing, and we need it more than ever.
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Go the above link for pictures and a selective compendium of Mike’s writings.
Mike was a voice for what modern American conservatism could and should have been: “a conservatism of the common good that argues that we need to orient our policies towards people that might not even vote for us.”
I enjoyed reading Mike’s thoughtful, well-expressed, views in the WashPost, even when I disagreed with him. In particular, I agreed with his call-out of “false Christians:” Evangelicals who aligned themselves with the most un-Christian President in history and his vile “secular theology” of hate, lies, racism, selfishness, cruelty, and degradation of humanity.
It wasn’t “Camelot,” as you can clearly see from this picture taken on the day of my retirement, June 30, 2016. No “Arthurs, Guineveres, or Lancelots” in this shot! But, the Arlington Immigration Court did its best to bring a modicum of due process, fundamental fairness, justice, and respect to those passing before it. Not perfect, by any means. But I was glad to be there and be “part of the team” for 13 years!
⚖️🪦 “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 toengage 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.
