I noticed we sent several outclicks up to Bernie Grimm, Scott Walker’s Washington DC based attorney from my last post on Scott Walker’s recent meltdown. After I hit “publish” it occurred to me I already knew Bernie (well kinda anyway) from his time as a talking head on Greta Van Susteren’s Fox news show. Since we are fairly well read in local legal circles I thought a follow-up post was in order as this Walker saga will be with us for a while from the looks of things.
After doing a bit of googling on Bernie, I found his life and times in ways mirror better known Grimm’s fairy tales so lets begin with the Cat and Mouse in Partnership and examine how a criminal defense lawyer ends up working at a white collar crime firm:
After 20 years of defending the District’s street-level criminals, solo practitioner Bernard (a.k.a. Bernie) Grimm is preparing to concentrate on white-collar defense. He will start as a partner in the white-collar group at Cozen O’Connor on Jan. 1st.
Grimm’s colleagues consider him one of the great courtroom showmen, and he describes himself as a “renegade,” not “an establishment-type lawyer.” (He’ll dress up for Halloween on Wednesday night.) That kind of reputation makes his move to white-collar particularly stunning. When power duo Michele Roberts and Mark Rochon dissolved their firm in 2001 to do white collar, Grimm shared his thoughts with Legal Times: “It’s a major blow to the defense bar and potential clients out there who need them.” He added, “When you have the impossible case or the impossible client, you talk out loud about how you’ve had enough of this business and on the worst days you say you just want to get out. But 99 percent of us don’t act on it.”
Now, just call him Mr. 1-Percent.
The bottom line here is it took some connections for Scott Walker to get Bernie on board. And defending street level thugs in DC will come in handy with this case as it contains all the elements.
From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godfather, but when winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their stored food, and said, “Come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves. It will taste good now.” – “Yes,” answered the cat. “You will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window.” They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat, to be sure, was still in its place, but it was empty. “Alas,” said the mouse, “now I see what has happened. Now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You ate everything when you were serving as a godfather. First top off, then half done, then…” – “Be quiet!” cried the cat. “One more word, and I will eat you too.”
“All gone,” was already on the poor mouse’s lips. She had scarcely spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. You see, that is the way of the world.
Enjoy your stay with us Bernie.