Defaming the Dead Defaming the Dead DON HERZOG New Haven and London Published with assistance from the foundation established in memory of Calvin Chapin of the Class of 1788, Yale College. Copyright © 2017 by Don Herzog. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, including illustrations, in any form (beyond that copying permitted by Sections 107 and 108 of the U.S. Copyright Law and except by reviewers for the public press), without written permission from the publishers. An online version of this work is available under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 4.0 License through Michigan Publishing, the digital publishing arm of the University of Michigan Library. It can be accessed at http://hdl .handle.net/2027.42/118195. Yale University Press books may be purchased in quantity for educational, business, or promotional use. For information, please e-mail [email protected] (U.S. office) or [email protected] (U.K. office). Set in Minion type by Integrated Publishing Solutions. Printed in the United States of America. Library of Congress Control Number: 2016947904 ISBN: 978-0-300-22154-1 (hardcover : alk. paper) A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. The Woody Guthrie lyrics in chapter 5 are from “Plane Wreck at Los Gatos” (“Deportee”); words by Woody Guthrie, music by Martin Hoffman; WGP/TRO-© Copyright 1961 (renewed), 1963 (renewed), Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & Ludlow Music, Inc., New York, NY; administered by Ludlow Music, Inc. Used by Permission. This paper meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper). 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 For the University of Michigan Law School The just and proper jealousy with which the law protects the reputation of a living man forms a curious contrast to its impotence when the good name of a dead man is attacked. When a man dies, the law will secure that any reasonable provision which he has made for the disposal of his property is duly carried into effect and that his money shall pass to those whom he has selected as his heirs. He leaves behind him a reputation as well as an estate, but the law, so zealous in its regard for the material things, has no protection to give to that which the dead man regarded as a more precious possession than money or lands. The dead cannot raise a libel action, and it is possible to bring grave charges against their memory without being called upon to justify these charges in a court of law or to risk penalties for slander and defamation. The possibilities of injustice are obvious. —“Libelling the Dead,” Glasgow Herald (27 July 1926) Contents Preface ix One Embezzled, Diddled, and Popped 1 Two Tort’s Landscape 27 Three Speak No Evil 68 Four Legal Dilemmas 103 Five Corpse Desecration 159 Six “This Will Always Be There” 219 Index 267 Preface Rhode Island has a curious statute. It says that if you’re defamed in an obituary within three months of your death, your estate can sue. Why curious? Because as far as I know, it’s the only such law in the United States. Any journalist will as- sure you it’s axiomatic that there’s no such thing as defaming the dead. Not that it’s impossible to publish false statements of fact that damage their reputations: nothing easier. Rather that once you’re dead, tort law will not protect your reputation. Ex- cept, in this severely limited way, in Rhode Island. I think that’s lamentable. I think we have reputational in- terests that survive our deaths. And I think tort law ought to protect them. I have five aims in this book. One: I want to develop the case for tort reform. It might seem quixotic to offer any expan- sion of tort liability, given laments about the greedy plaintiff’s bar, out-of-control damage awards, and the like. But I’m seri- ous. I think Rhode Island shouldn’t be alone. Indeed I think its statute is too narrow. Two: I want to deepen and vindicate what’s now some- times dismissed as a quaintly old-fashioned or contemptibly x Preface obscure view of tort. I think tort is private law. Not just in the nominal sense that the typical tort suit features one private party suing another. Rather in the richer sense that tort is about pri- vate wrongs, not public interests. Tort isn’t “really” about pro- moting efficiency or making sound social policy or anything like that. It actually is just what it looks like on its face. Three: in a parallel register—but I’d be reluctant to say one is just the application of the other—I want to rebut the claim that finally all we care about, or should care about, are consequences. Various independent commitments often travel together under that rubric. I’ll be terse here and throughout, but there is much more to moral and political theory than finding strategies to maximize good across the population or incentivize more optimal conduct. The best way to undercut the appeal of consequentialism, I suspect, isn’t to offer a rival abstract view: much of what we evoke by talking about expres- sive dimensions or deontological side constraints is unhappily vague. It’s to press its deficiencies in a concrete context—and exhibit an alternative as more promising. Four: I want to offer an account of posthumous interests, which have seemed to some writers hard or impossible to make sense of. I take skepticism here seriously; I do my best to dra- matize and support it. But I also try to show it’s misguided. Five: I want to show that we can greatly enrich our under- standing of theoretical puzzles by immersing ourselves in his- torical cases, social practice, and legal doctrines. I have noth- ing against what philosophers call intuition pumps: I begin with one and recur to it repeatedly. But I worry about relying solely on extravagant examples that spin free of the nitty-gritty contours of our social lives. That’s an exercise better suited to displaying the ingenuity of the author than to sharpening our Preface xi grasp of the world. Then too, the conventional division in po- litical theory between those with normative and those with historical interests is dispiriting. We can appraise historical moves as attempts to solve problems—and we can wonder if they’ve outlived their justifications. These aims are connected. If you like, you can think of them as five aspects of one agenda, and I won’t mind if you label that agenda pragmatist. But I waste neither a moment of yours nor a syllable of mine on any metatheoretical defense of my approach. I’m a political theorist, not a lawyer; but I’ve been teaching at the University of Michigan Law School for over twenty-five years now. For many years, I’ve taught first amendment and torts. In 2009, I taught a seminar on defamation, which got me started thinking seriously about these issues. The law school is a wonderful place: thanks to generations of my students and my colleagues for being so smart and savvy. I’ve quipped that I was abandoned as a foundling on the law school’s steps and they took me in and raised me. I’m delighted to dedicate this book to the institution. I presented an earlier, abbreviated, and sadly cryptic ver- sion of this argument to my colleagues at Michigan, to John Goldberg and Henry Smith’s private law workshop at Harvard, and as the 2013–14 Kadish Lecture at Berkeley. I presented a relatively finished version of chapter 5 at Penn. Thanks to at- tentive audiences for encouraging me to persevere. That’s how I chose to construe their incredulity, anyway. Doug Dion, George Fisher, John Goldberg, Scott Her- shovitz, Jill Horwitz, Webb Keane, Daryl Levinson, Peggy Mc- Cracken, Nina Mendelson, Bill Miller, Marguerite Moeller, xii Preface Julian Davis Mortenson, Sasha Natapoff, Len Niehoff, Adela Pinch, Jane Schacter, Carl Schneider, Andy Stark, and Hannah Swanson commented on earlier drafts of part or all of this work. Warm thanks for their generosity and insight. Defaming the Dead I Embezzled, Diddled, and Popped et’s begin cheerfully: you’ve just died. Yes, Freud insists that “it is indeed impossible to imagine our own death; and whenever we attempt to do so we can perceive that we are in fact still present as spectators.”1 But I’ll Ltrust you to distinguish that imaginary spectator from your actual dead self. So you’re dead—and your funeral isn’t going well. Sure, everything seems fine. There’s an inspiring turnout: cousins have flown in, old friends scattered across the globe, too; more than a handful of colleagues from work have shown up; a smattering of neighbors sit there sternly. The décor is—well, I was going to describe the flowers, but let’s say instead that the décor is whatever you think best. The minister—if that’s who you’d want—celebrates your piety, your devotion to your fam- ily, your volunteer work for countless charities. But some guy 1. “Thoughts for the Times on War and Death,” in The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud, ed. James Strachey, 24 vols. (London: Hogarth Press and the Institute of Psychoanalysis, 1953– 74), 14:288. 2 Embezzled, Diddled, and Popped in the back rolls his eyes. He leans over to the woman next to him and grumbles, “Bullshit.