As Dennis Miller might say, "I don't want to get off on a rant here, but..."
From the New York Law Journal:
A senior in-house lawyer at the New York Life Insurance Co. has resigned after
the company discovered in recent weeks that he had never been licensed to
practice law.
Michael A. Watson, 44, first joined the insurance giant in
1996 and had been promoted last July to first vice president and deputy general
counsel. One of five deputies, he was responsible for the unit of the company's
legal department focused on investments, mergers and acquisitions and financial
transactions.
In a statement issued yesterday, New York Life spokesman
William Werfelman said Mr. Watson had resigned immediately after admitting he
was not licensed. He declined to describe how the company discovered Mr.
Watson's status.
[...]
Before joining New York Life, Mr. Watson was an associate in the New York office
of Richmond's Hunton & Williams, where he focused on project finance. He
also was an associate at New York's Milbank, Tweed, Hadley & McCloy, which
he joined after graduating from Columbia Law School in 1986.
I'm not defending the fact that Mr. Watson may have been practicing law without a license (as the article notes, that's at least a misdemeanor criminal offense in most states). On the other hand, what do you want to bet that the guy simply couldn't pass the bar examination, notwithstanding the fact that he had the brains, knowledge and professional judgment to graduate from an Ivy League law school, perform as a lawyer at two top tier law firms, and handle the load as deputy general counsel at the largest mutual life insurance company in the country? Perhaps he simply never took the bar examination in any state, but that would be unlikely for a person who made it successfully through three years of examinations at Columbia and had the class standing to be hired right out of the chute by Milbank, Tweed. It seems more likely to me that he tried and failed (maybe more than once) and then simply was so embarrassed and/or concerned about the consequences of his failure that he did the wrong thing.
You can't excuse it, but you can at least attempt to understand why it happened. The article points out other instances where elite law firms have been fooled in the past by other apparently competent professionals who, in fact, were not licensed.
On the other side of the country, even as we speak (or read without our lips moving), Kathleen Sullivan is in the midst of another try at passing the California Bar Examination. Who?
Kathleen Sullivan, former dean of Stanford Law School and a former Harvard
Law School professor, is considered such a legal superstar that news of her
flunking the California bar last year made the front page of the Wall Street
Journal. She remains a full law professor at Stanford and is associated with a
private law firm.
Although she is licensed to practice law in New York and Massachusetts, the
California Supreme Court last month removed her from litigation over a $500
million licensing dispute because she was not a member of the state bar.
The constitutional scholar, who has argued several times before the U.S.
Supreme Court, wasn't eager to talk about the setback, declining to say how much
she studied for the bar or how close she came to passing. "That is all past,"
Sullivan said.
She took a special bar exam, shorter than the regular test, for lawyers
licensed elsewhere. Only 28 percent obtained passing scores.
Only 28% passed? I mean, it's great to try to protect the monopoly, but c'mon! The linked article is full of other instances of people of skill who couldn't pass the exam.
Over 31 years have passed since I passed my first bar examination on the first try, so I'm not approaching this from the standpoint of sour grapes. Yet, I remember very bright, accomplished classmates of mine who failed it on the first try. In the middle of the examination that I took, the man sitting next to me had a nervous breakdown and had to be led away babbling and laughing by proctors, because he couldn't focus with the clatter of typewriters washing over us (that surely dates me). I didn't lose more than a nanosecond's worth of concentration while he freaked out. As you can see, my lack of human compassion made me perfect for the life I've chosen.
Might there be a better way? I would hope so, but I don't know what it might be.
All I know is that the current method has flaws.
By the way: Good luck, Kathleen.