Two salient points need to be made about Marilyn Mosby, the new chief prosecutor of Baltimore, who is as honest as the day is long – when an eclipse begins at midnight and endures until 11:59 p.m.
Fueled by blinding swiftness and cement certitude, her raggedy-edged performance in announcing this morning that six cops will be charged with murder and variations in the death of career criminal Fred Gray and her familial investment in the case. Her bumpkinness was her most obvious raw quality.
Five months into office, fresh from her last job in the insurance industry, she is as amateurish, partisan, brimming with crude certitude as you would expect of a nervous rookie schlepping bulging personal baggage into America’s No. 1 case.
Her unpolished narcissism was as overt as her bigotry and lack of professionalism. She surrendered her creds as an officer of the law when she spewed these 28 words larded with payback favor: “To the youth of this city: I will seek justice on your behalf. This is a moment. This is your moment. As young people, our time is now.”
Our time? Not a serious person.
The speed of Ms. Mosby’s charges and her unabashed play toward the young rioters would stamp her unfit even if the Rev. Al Sharpton were on the bench.
Billy Murphy, the Gray family’s attorney, by the darnedest coincidence, just happens to be perspiringly tight with the political Ms. Mosby and her political husband, Baltimore City Councilman Nick Mosby. When Mr. Mosby was elected four years ago, his pal Mr. Murphy made the maximum $5,000 contribution. When Ms. Mosby ran for Baltimore City State’s Prosecutor last November, by golly Mr. Murphy dipped into his wallet and impartially planted a $5,000 bill, the max, in her coffers.
Mr. Murphy’s strategic generosity – as the defender of Mr. Gray who counted one arrest for virtually every year of his life – we presume will not escape random scrutiny.
As a former Baltimorean, Baltimore is not the land of the fair and impartial.
