John Lennon: Professor Wildes lecture about John Lennon's Green Card
Not Just Any Immigration Case...
Wildes
represented John Lennon and Yoko Ono from 1972 through 1976 and secured
lawful permanent residence for them, despite much contrary legal
authority, Lennon v. United States 527 F. 2nd 187 (1975).
Each
year, Professor Wildes has students in his Immigration Law class study
the case, and at the end of the semester, he delivers a lecture that
contains many personal anecdotes. The following article comes from one
of those lectures.
I received a call in
mid-January 1972 from Alan Kahn, who had been a classmate of mine at law
school. He was house counsel to Apple Records--the recording company
used by the Beatles and John Lennon. Kahn said, "Leon, I think that
you'll have a very interesting day if you have some time. We have real
heavyweights here, John Lennon and his wife, Yoko Ono, who have some
immigration problems, and I thought of calling you." What he didn't tell
me was that he probably had called a number of other immigration
lawyers, because when I met John Lennon and Yoko Ono later that day,
their questions were so informed that it was quite clear that I wasn't
the first lawyer being consulted.
I'm embarrassed to say that I said, "Alan, tell me, who is John Lennon?"
He said, "Leon, never admit that you asked me that question."
On the way down to the Lennons' Village apartment, he showed me a 1968 Certificate of Conviction issued by a British court, in which Lennon was convicted of possession of cannabis resin. I had no idea what cannabis resin was.
He said, "Leon, never admit that you asked me that question."
On the way down to the Lennons' Village apartment, he showed me a 1968 Certificate of Conviction issued by a British court, in which Lennon was convicted of possession of cannabis resin. I had no idea what cannabis resin was.
We arrived at a quaint
apartment on Jane Street. In the back was a kitchenette, beyond which
was a door leading into a bedroom, which I later learned was two stories
high and was furnished with a huge TV set that was on all the time,
with the sound turned off. Most of the Lennons' business was done in and
around that great big bed. There I was to meet many of their newfound
American friends.
Yoko was the first to
emerge--a diminutive woman, obviously very bright--and she started
telling me her situation. She explained that she had come to the United
States to find and get custody of her nine-year-old daughter, Kyoko,
from a previous marriage (to Tony Cox, an American citizen). She had
sought the girl for some time and had twice been on the verge of
receiving court orders awarding her custody, only to have Cox abscond
with Kyoko each time.
She also found time to tell me that she was a rather well known conceptual artist--"con" art, it was called at the time. It seemed important to her to get across to me that she was somebody. Maybe that was a result of her living in the shadow of a very important person.
John emerged from the bedroom. He was fidgety and nervous, but warm and nice at the same time. He brewed tea for us all and started telling me his story.
She also found time to tell me that she was a rather well known conceptual artist--"con" art, it was called at the time. It seemed important to her to get across to me that she was somebody. Maybe that was a result of her living in the shadow of a very important person.
John emerged from the bedroom. He was fidgety and nervous, but warm and nice at the same time. He brewed tea for us all and started telling me his story.
The Case
He
said that he had come to the United States on a waiver of
inadmissibility, which was available for temporary trips. He cited the
humanitarian reason of accompanying his wife to testify in the custody
proceedings for Kyoko. He also told me of his conviction for possessing
marijuana. He said, "The first thing I want you to know, Leon, is that I
didn't do anything wrong. I had no drugs in my possession. The police
planted them on me just as they planted them on Mick and George." I was
supposed to know who Mick and George were.
He
also told me that he had been tipped off that the police were going to
raid the apartment where he was staying, although he hadn't known
exactly when. He had cleaned the apartment, which belonged to some other
musicians, and was no 1000 t on drugs at the time and did not have any
around, so he felt at ease.
When the
police did come, they broke the door in and charged John with possession
of cannabis and obstructing justice. Obstructing justice, he explained
to me, was "trying to get your trousers on so you can get to the door."
He didn't get there fast enough, and they believed that he was using the
time to hide something. They came with the dogs--and also with the
drugs--conducted their search, and arrested everybody.
John
was advised by his counsel to plead guilty to possession of cannabis
and pay the fine. I said, "Just a moment. You were told to plead
guilty?" He said, "That's what they told me, and I had good counsel. Of
course, Leon, lawyers always give you the right advice, right?"
I registered that, although he obviously had told the lawyer he wasn't guilty of anything, the lawyer had told him to plead guilty. Perhaps there was something unusual about the British statute.
I registered that, although he obviously had told the lawyer he wasn't guilty of anything, the lawyer had told him to plead guilty. Perhaps there was something unusual about the British statute.
I asked, "What is cannabis?"
He replied, "Cannabis is a plant."
Then I asked, "What is cannabis resin?"
"Oh," he said, "that's hash."
"Is that marijuana?"
"Oh no," he said, "much better than marijuana!"
He replied, "Cannabis is a plant."
Then I asked, "What is cannabis resin?"
"Oh," he said, "that's hash."
"Is that marijuana?"
"Oh no," he said, "much better than marijuana!"
I
recalled some criminal cases in which people were charged with
possession of one drug and succeeded in getting the indictments
dismissed because they were actually in possession of another. There
was, to my mind, some distinction between the two, and I kept that fact
in the back of my mind.
Finally, he said,
"You know, they're passing a new law in England now, the Uniform
Rehabilitation of Offenders Act, which says that if five years go by
without a reconviction for the same type of offense, that's it! They
erase the conviction for British purposes." He was referring to a
legislative removal of a conviction, but I realized that such a removal
does not generally have the same effect under US immigration law.
However, there was little law on the subject, and the issue could be an
interesting one.
After hearing John's and
Yoko's stories, I knew that they really weren't asking for too much.
Yoko said that they were trying to stay for just a couple of more
months, but would require an extension to do so. They had less than two
weeks before they would have to leave the country or face deportation.
I
said, "If all you're looking for is more time to stay and search for
Kyoko--and I've never seen a more compelling reason for an extension
than having two child custody cases pending and trying to locate your
own child--I would be happy to look over the extension papers. I'm quite
certain we can get you a couple of months."
Then
John said, "But Leon, that's all I can hope for. I understand that I
can never become a US resident, and if they deport me, I can never come
back. That's what happens when the charge is being deportable for
conviction of a drug offense." He seemed to be repeating advice received
from other lawyers.
I said, "John, I'm
not absolutely sure that you are unable to get residence. First of all, I
see a question with respect to the substance that you were convicted of
possessing. It's possible that you might not have even needed a waiver
of inadmissibility to come in temporarily. The statute says that
'narcotic drugs or marijuana' convictions cannot be overcome. Your
conviction was for hash, which is not marijuana or a n 1000 arcotic.
Second, there's something about this statute in England under which you
were convicted that rubs me the wrong way. I can't understand why a top
criminal attorney in England advised you to plead guilty." I also saw
the Uniform Rehabilitation Act as having potential for a new
determination because it was a new statute, and there would not yet have
been a determination under American law. Eventually, these were the
points that I cited in the Court of Appeals some five years later, when
Chief Judge Irving R. Kaufman ruled that the conviction need not be
recognized under US immigration law and ordered the Immigration and
Naturalization Service (INS) to adjudicate Lennon's residence case
without considering the conviction.
The Legal Strategy
I
explained to the Lennons how I would handle their case. "If you are as
important as everybody says you are, I may be able to put the government
in a very embarrassing public posture. I could file two petitions, one
for each of you, as 'outstanding persons in the arts or sciences whose
presence in the United States is deemed by the Attorney General to be in
the national interest.' The government might have to approve these
petitions." Yoko smiled immediately.
I
continued, "Then I would apply for residence for both of you. Let the
government deny John's case and grant Yoko's--since there seems to be no
reason to deny her application. This would place the government in the
uncomfortable position, perhaps, of forcing you, Yoko, to choose to stay
here with your child or go back to England with your husband. They're
not going to look good doing that. Now, if all you need is a temporary
extension, you don't need me. Mr. Kahn can have me review any extension
application he drafts."
All of a sudden,
the atmosphere in the room changed. And I will never forget that moment:
they looked at each other and said in unison, "We need you!" That's
when I knew I was being retained.
From
that point on, life was changed for me. I went down to see the INS
district director, Sol Marks, and asked him about an extension
application. I had known Sol for over 20 years. We commuted on the train
together in the summers and he would solve half my immigration problems
on the trip. He is a very knowledgeable, capable man who had been with
the Service for 38 years.
He called me the
next day and said, "Leon, because it's you, you can get a one-month
extension. Don't ask me any questions. These people will never get
another extension" (in haec verba--that's what he told me). "And Leon,
tell them to get out."
I went back to Jane
Street, where I soon would become a frequent visitor. I practiced
immigration law in my own office from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. The Lennons would
get up at 9 p.m. and stay up until dawn, often at the recording studio.
I would go to their apartment after dinner to meet witnesses and go
through papers, and, if I needed a secretary, they would have somebody
available.
We decided to file two
outstanding-artist petitions. We started contacting people for reference
letters. By simply mentioning my clients' names, I could get through to
nearly everyone. Yoko said she would be happy to get letters from Andy
Warhol, Clive Barnes, Jasper Johns, Stanley Kubrick, Elia Kazan, Claes
Oldenburg, Leonard Bernstein, and Virgil Thomson. If you're a collector
of signatures, you would have valued my files at a million dollars!
I
completed two magnificent applications and told Sol Marks that we were
filing outstanding-artist petitions and that my clients had no intention
of leaving the country. His immediate response was a letter enclosi
1000 ng Orders to Show Cause commencing deportation proceedings.
After
filing the petitions, I received no adjudication. Two months later,
under the Freedom of Information Act, I asked for permission to see all
the government's files on Lennon. I appeared at INS one day, and found a
table full of files for my review, but my petitions were not there. I
smelled a rat and began to make a lot of noise for a very quiet lawyer.
The petitions finally showed up in a sealed manila envelope--totally
untouched.
I knew that if I didn't have an
adjudication of those two petitions, I would not be able to apply for
residence for my clients at the deportation hearing, which was coming up
in a few days. So for the first of four occasions in this one case, I
filed suit in Federal District Court for mandamus along with an
application for an injunction against the deportation proceedings,
pending adjudication of the two filed petitions. The preliminary
injunction was granted and a court hearing scheduled.
Deportation as a Political Strategy
By
the hearing date, I had still received no opposing affidavits from the
government. It was strange, because in my affidavit requesting the
injunction, I alleged that there was a government conspiracy to remove
Lennon for political reasons.
Later, I
uncovered documents, under the Freedom of Information Act, that showed
that Lennon was being selectively prosecuted for political purposes by
the Nixon administration. A memo dated February 4, 1972, was forwarded
to former Attorney General John Mitchell and Bill Timmons of the White
House by Sen. Strom Thurmond, describing Lennon as a threat to the US
government and the reelection campaign of Richard Nixon because of
Lennon's affiliations with members of the Radical Left, which was then
trying to stimulate voter registration of 18-year-olds. The presidential
election in 1972 was the first one in which 18-year-olds could vote,
making 18- to 20-year-olds a very important constituency. I also
uncovered a memo in which Marks is advised by Washington to deny all
applications, to revoke the Lennons' voluntary departure privilege, and
to schedule the deportation hearing for March 16, 1972--strong evidence
of prejudgment of the case for political purposes.
At
the hearing, Judge Whitman Knapp called both counsels forward and said
that the United States Attorney had received a call from Sol Marks
saying that he would adjudicate the papers that day. The judge said,
"You know I can't order him to either approve or deny. He still has
discretion to rule on these petitions." I was satisfied, and my
suspicions of a government conspiracy were confirmed by the fact that
the INS did not file affidavits in opposition to my claim of a
government conspiracy to remove Lennon.
However,
I said that I was unwilling to release the injunction against the
deportation proceeding until "I see the decisions and until you, Your
Honor, and I have original approvals or denials. At least with a denial,
I know what my remedies are." The judge agreed, and I got another
adjournment of the deportation case. Later that day, both petitions were
finally approved. John and Yoko had been declared "outstanding artists
whose presence in the US was, in the opinion of the Attorney General,
prospectively beneficial to the national culture"! It was truly ironic,
because Attorney General Mitchell was one of the parties most active in
attempting to deport John Lennon.
They
could now apply for permanent resident status in their deportation
proceeding. Even though the government thought that it would look bad
denying those petitions, it still believed that it could proceed with
deportation because in its estimation, no one with a drug conviction
could qualify for permanent residence. If I 1000 could prove otherwise, I
would be creating an unbelievable precedent.
The Hearings
My
clients, like all clients, were very nervous about hearings. They
didn't know what to wear; they were afraid to testify; they were afraid
of all the tricks the INS was capable of pulling.
Preparing for our first hearing in the deportation case, I called my opposing counsel, Vinnie Schiano at the Immigration Service, and told him how nervous John and Yoko were. He said, "Bring them up to my office, and we'll calm them down before we go into the hearing." They were soon very much at ease in the prosecuting attorney's office, for he was quite an expert on Beatles music. Soon Vinnie whispered to me, "Leon, I don't think they realize that I'm the prosecuting lawyer." I said, "John, Yoko, it's time to go into the hearing now, and you can feel relaxed because Vinnie here, he's the prosecuting lawyer." Lennon immediately grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, dropped down on his knees, and started shining Schiano's shoes!
It became my practice to choose their clothing for all court appearances. For one hearing, I got to their apartment at 6:30 a.m. and asked them: "What clothes do you have that look alike?" It took us a little while, but they both had black suits, black ties, and white shirts. I dressed them up like two matching dolls and I said, "I want you to hold hands in the courtroom. I don't care who tells you not to do so. Sit together on one side of the table and don't budge. I'll sit on the other side of the table. If they say something about separating you, I want to see the saddest faces you can make." We survived the government's motion to sever the two deportation cases and try them seperately; their cases were to be tried together.
Preparing for our first hearing in the deportation case, I called my opposing counsel, Vinnie Schiano at the Immigration Service, and told him how nervous John and Yoko were. He said, "Bring them up to my office, and we'll calm them down before we go into the hearing." They were soon very much at ease in the prosecuting attorney's office, for he was quite an expert on Beatles music. Soon Vinnie whispered to me, "Leon, I don't think they realize that I'm the prosecuting lawyer." I said, "John, Yoko, it's time to go into the hearing now, and you can feel relaxed because Vinnie here, he's the prosecuting lawyer." Lennon immediately grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, dropped down on his knees, and started shining Schiano's shoes!
It became my practice to choose their clothing for all court appearances. For one hearing, I got to their apartment at 6:30 a.m. and asked them: "What clothes do you have that look alike?" It took us a little while, but they both had black suits, black ties, and white shirts. I dressed them up like two matching dolls and I said, "I want you to hold hands in the courtroom. I don't care who tells you not to do so. Sit together on one side of the table and don't budge. I'll sit on the other side of the table. If they say something about separating you, I want to see the saddest faces you can make." We survived the government's motion to sever the two deportation cases and try them seperately; their cases were to be tried together.
At
another hearing, I needed to prove that cannabis resin was not
marijuana. I was told by my friend Alan Dershowitz that Dr. Lester
Grinspoon of Harvard Medical School was one of the best doctors in the
country and an expert on marijuana. I called Dr. Grinspoon and asked,
"Is cannabis resin marijuana or what?" "Oh," he said, "cannabis resin is
not marijuana. It's hashish!"
"Dr. Grinspoon, name your fee. I need your testimony."He said, "I'm very sorry. You can cite my book, but I don't testify any more."
"Dr. Grinspoon, name your fee. I need your testimony."He said, "I'm very sorry. You can cite my book, but I don't testify any more."
I was very
disappointed, and tried to reach some other doctors. Then I got a call
from Dr. Grinspoon. "Mr. Wildes, I haven't testified in years, but I
have a special personal situation. I have a 12-year-old son who has
terminal leukemia. Since we first spoke, I found out that he idolizes
John Lennon. If you can get me some things autographed by John Lennon, I
will be happy to testify at my usual rates."
I
promptly left my office and bought lots of Lennon paraphernalia and had
John autograph it all. I met Dr. Grinspoon the next evening at the
Plaza Hotel with the whole pile of autographed stuff in anticipation of
his testimony.
The immigration judge
allowed the testimony even though it was not customary in deportation
proceedings, because Grinspoon was obviously such an important
physician.
Working the Press
The
case continued, hearing after hearing after hearing. Nearly every
night, I'd meet with the Lennons at their apartment or recording studio,
the Record Plant, to work on the case. I was about Yoko's age, 42, and I
bought my first pair of jeans and let my hair grow. John Lennon bought
an "imm 1000 igration suit"--it looked something like what I'm wearing
now--and got a shorter haircut.
In March
1973, Immigration Judge Ira Fieldsteel finally reached a decision in the
case. I got a call from my old friend Sol Marks, who said, "Leon, I'm
having a press conference at which the decision will be read. We're
inviting you and Mr. Schiano, the prosecuting attorney, to be there and
comment on the decision." In his 38 years with INS, Sol Marks had never
held a press conference. Did he know something that I didn't?
Needless
to say, I didn't trust the district director as much as I once had. I
called my clients and asked them to round up journalists from the music
and underground press. I wanted to feed each friendly reporter a
question to be asked of Sol Marks at his press conference.
For
the press conference, John and Yoko sent Sol a big bouquet of yellow
roses. He was never so flustered. Nobody had ever sent this guy roses!
All my new friends from Rolling Stone and the other journalists started
asking their questions.
The decision of
the immigration judge was announced. Yoko was granted permanent-resident
status, and John's application was denied because of his conviction.
"Mr.
Marks, did you have to bring this deportation proceeding?" "Oh yes. I'm
required by law to do it." "Is there a procedure by which you might
have avoided doing so, called the 'non-priority' program?" "No, there's
no such procedure." "Were you told or encouraged by Washington to do
this for any political reason?" "Oh no, it was my own idea." He lied
through his teeth! When I examined him in a federal court deposition, he
admitted that his answers to those questions were untruthful.
Later
that week, we held our own press conference because it was time to file
our appeal to the Board of Immigration Appeals (BIA). I arranged for it
to be held at the Association of the Bar of the City of New York. Many
high-profile people from the arts spoke. I gave a presentation on the
law, what had been going on, and what we knew.
John
and Yoko, full of surprises, as ever, asked me to stop the proceedings
for just a moment. They took out tissues and started waving them, and
declared in unison that they were hereby declaring the state of
"Nutopia," a state with no borders, no laws, no exclusionary
proceedings, no deportation proceedings, and no immigration lawyers! (I
wasn't so sure that I was happy about the last part of the declaration.)
Today,
if you visit Yoko at the Dakota, you will see a sign on the back
entrance to her apartment that reads, "Embassy of the State of
'Nutopia.' "
Federal Court Times Four
This
case took me to federal court on four occasions, during the five-year
period of its litigation. The first lawsuit (Lennon v. Marks, 1972)
resulted in securing the approval of the Lennons as "outstanding
artists."
The second (Lennon v.
Richardson, 73 Civ 4476, 1973) was under the Freedom of Information Act,
in which I had requested documentation relating to the "non-priority
program," a humanitarian program that was not a part of the statute or
regulations, and simply a matter of secret law. In discovery
proceedings, I was successful in learning about the existence of the
program, by which aliens who were fully deportable--including those with
multiple convictions for serious drug offenses, murder, and rape--were
nevertheless permitted to remain in this country because of extreme
hardship. As a result of the suit, I was successful in obtaining such
"non-priority" status for John Lennon, and the program was made
available to other aliens who 1000 might wish to apply.
The
third Federal District Court action (Lennon v. United States, 73 Civ
4543, 1973) was the one in which I sued Attorney General Mitchell,
Assistant Attorney General Kleindienst, Immigration Commissioner
Farrell, District Director Marks, and others, alleging selective
prosecution.
Finally, I appealed the
Deportation Order to the Board of Immigration Appeals and argued
Lennon's case in Washington. The BIA affirmed the Deportation Order and I
appealed their decision to the US Court of Appeals (Lennon v. United
States 527 F. 2nd 187, 1975).
About two
weeks before the Court of Appeals entered its decision, reversing the
BIA decision to deport Lennon, we won our application for "non-priority"
classification, so that John would be permitted to remain in the United
States, even without obtaining permanent residence. We went to federal
court four times, winning each case on the basis of a strategy conceived
at my first meeting with John and Yoko more than five years earlier.
Lennon Gets His Green Card
You
can imagine my feeling after five years of almost daily work on this
case. I called John and said, "John, you remember I told you we're
probably not going to win this case, but that we might survive long
enough for the law to be changed? I'm now calling to tell you that we
actually won it!" Lennon was astonished: "Leon, what do you mean, won?
Yoko is in the hospital about to give birth, and tomorrow is my
birthday, and now you tell me we won?! Please stay at your desk, and
Yoko will call you when I get to New York Hospital and you can explain
it all to her."
I had been explaining things to Yoko all along. She was my veritable co-counsel in the case. She understood every nuance of every case I ever cited. John was brilliant; but when it came to these technical things, he relied upon Yoko completely.
I had been explaining things to Yoko all along. She was my veritable co-counsel in the case. She understood every nuance of every case I ever cited. John was brilliant; but when it came to these technical things, he relied upon Yoko completely.
Yoko
called and said, "Oh, that's wonderful, Leon! Why don't you and your
wife come over to the hospital as soon as you get the actual decision,
and we'll read it together." She was interested in every word.
We
went to the hospital and spent about two and a half hours there. They
were elated. After asking Yoko's permission, John finally said, "Leon,
did you know that all this time big lawyers like Edward Bennett Williams
have been trying to get this case? Do you know why we stuck with you?
You're the best immigration lawyer in the world. You're the only lawyer I
understand and the only lawyer my wife is crazy about. You know, Yoko
fires lawyers all the time. We also stayed with you because her
tarot-card reader said 'Stay with Leon. He's going to win the case for
you.' " To which I replied, "Thank God for tarot-card readers." My wife
and I didn't get home until about 2 a.m., and I was bleary. It was about
5:30 a.m. when the phone rang and the voice on the other end said,
"This is John." I was half asleep and asked, "John who?" "John Lennon,
and I have a beautiful boy!" He said it just the way he wrote it in his
song, "Beautiful Boy," which is one of my favorite Lennon songs. We had
become very close, and although he wasn't my normal kind of friend, and I
wasn't his normal kind of friend, we had a very warm relationship.
The
next day, I went to buy John a present. It was his birthday. It was
also his child's birthday. He had just become a father. He had won his
case. He would have his final hearing, get a green card, and be able to
travel an 5e1 d perform again! He would be free again.
I
stopped at Mark Cross, not far from my office. What do you get for John
Lennon? As I walked into the store, I saw in the showcase a passport
cover emblazoned with the great seal of the United States. "I'll have
that passport case," I said.
Some time
later, I visited John and Yoko--they had moved from Jane Street to the
fancier Dakota. I was waiting for them in their magnificent living room,
where the furniture and carpeting are all white, as is the grand piano.
When John and Yoko came in, I was at the piano playing a "beginner"
piano song that I had recently learned from my kids' piano teacher.
John
said, "Leon, I didn't think you knew how to play the piano. You know, I
don't know how to play. All I can do is pick out chords." I answered,
"I wouldn't feel too badly about it--you're doing fine." When Yoko
walked in, John turned to her and said, "When Sean gets old enough to
learn how to play the piano, I'm going to take lessons, too, just like
Leon." Can you imagine, if that beautiful man had lived more than five
years after he had gotten his green card, what magnificent music he
would have continued to bless us with?
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