By eluding the police for so long, Davis became an urban folk hero. As cops led him out of his last hideout, residents leaned out their windows, cheering, “Lar-ry, Lar-ry.”
It was Flack’s misfortune to prosecute, and ultimately lose, the case against Davis in the shooting of those six officers.
At trial, Flack maintained the police had raided Davis’ sister’s apartment to question Davis about the killing of four drug dealers, one of whom was fatally shot while taking a bath.
Davis was also tried and acquitted of those four killings.
In that trial, Davis’ attorneys, William M. Kunstler and Lynne F. Stewart [yes, the same Lynne Stewart who pleaded guilty to aiding terrorists by smuggling messages of violence from a jailed radical Egyptian cleric] argued that the police had framed Davis, but offered no evidence to support this.
Guess who the prosecutor was? That’s right. Bill Flack.
Then came the cop-shooting trial. In that one, Kunstler and Stewart claimed that the police had staged the raid on Davis’ sister’s apartment to murder him because of his involvement with corrupt cops. Again, they again offered no proof.
Flack shouted and flapped his arms like a bird unable to fly while a jury acquitted Davis of the most serious charge of attempted murder, finding him guilty only of weapons possession.
Not until 1991, under current District Attorney Robert Johnson, was Davis convicted of murdering yet another drug dealer and sentenced to 30 years to life in prison.
Your Humble Servant has reason to remember that trial because, right after the verdict, Davis’ attorney Michael Warren shouted in the courtroom, “Are you satisfied now, Lenny, you low-life, you dog, you scoundrel!”
He was apparently referring to my Newsday article about Davis and a female IRS agent, suspected of slipping him the home addresses of judges, detectives and prosecutors during a prison visit.
As for Flack, when this reporter visited the Armento trial two days after his opening, the Outrageous One seemed restrained.
He no longer looked like a wild man. He’d grown a thin beard and a mustache. His suit jacket was neatly buttoned. And he never raised his voice.
Painful as it may be, maybe the News should cut the former prosecutor some slack for vigorously defending his client.
Mayor Mike’s Payoff. We’ve said it before and will say it again. No politician is irreplaceable. Even the mayor of New York City. Especially the mayor of New York City.
When, after 9/11, Rudy Giuliani offered himself as the only person able to lead the city and asked New Yorkers for an extra three months in office, former Mayor Ed Koch said that Giuliani he cared about the city so much he should stay on — as an assistant to the new mayor.
Now with Michael Bloomberg literally paying off city council members to allow him to run for a third term, we’ll make Koch’s argument [while acknowledging that Koch supports Bloomberg’s third term.]
If Bloomberg cares so much about the city, let him stay on as an assistant to the new mayor.