Back then, I was a freelance
photographer shooting news assignments for the Associated Press.
There were lots of stakeouts at
the federal courthouse as the trial date neared. Stuff that usually involved
taking pictures of attorneys entering and leaving the courthouse. Not very
exciting.
In 1991, one newspaper reported
there were "more than 250 pretrial pleadings, motions, responses, memorandums
and court orders" in the months leading up to the trial.
At some point, I decided to
approach the major players involved in the case and ask them if I could shoot
their portraits in a formal setting: Noriega's defense attorney, the
prosecutors, and of course, Judge Hoeveler.
This was, after all, going to
be what some would call the Trial of the Century.
Frank Noriega, Myles Malman,
Guy Lewis and Pat Sullivan all agreed to give me some time.
And then I called Judge
Hoeveler. I'd been introduced to him some weeks before by a mutual friend.
"Would you mind if I shot a
portrait of you in your chambers, Judge? You know...for history?"
"Of course," was his response,
"When would you like to do it?"
A date was set and I lugged my
equipment up to the ninth floor. As I shot pictures in his chambers, I soon
became fascinated with this man who treated me - a somewhat disheveled and
unrefined news photographer - with genuine respect. The judge didn't judge or
criticize. He even laughed at my corny jokes.
I soon learned that I wasn't
alone. Judge Hoeveler, I found out, had a reputation for treating everyone the
same way. With respect.
Finally, in September 1991, as
the trial was about to get underway, I found myself back at the courthouse. I
was assigned to get a picture of the judge when he arrived for the first day's
proceedings
I decided to stake out the
entrance to the courthouse's underground garage - joined by a few TV cameramen -
in the hope of getting a shot or two before he disappeared into the garage.
It wasn't long before the judge
drove up to the guard shack.
But instead of driving in, he
rolled down the window and chatted with us for a bit. He seemed genuinely
bewildered, but nevertheless amused, by all the attention he was getting. As we
chatted, the judge's equally bewildered Akita, Nisei, peered at us from the back
seat of the car.
Here was a judge arriving for
perhaps the most important trial of his career, but he still found the time to
talk with some scruffy news photographers. Respect.
Over the years, I found myself
back in his chambers for various reasons. I always looked forward to those
visits. And when I couldn't visit, I picked up the phone just to say hello and
to chat for a few minutes. His secretary, Janice, never told me that he was too
busy to talk.
Almost 25 years later, I still
call Judge Hoeveler a friend.
I revere the man.
A few months ago, I read that
he was finally going to retire.
I made a mental note to go
downtown and see him, but I kept putting it off, afraid perhaps, that I might
become too emotional.
A few weeks ago, the judge's
daughter, Margaret, posted something on Facebook about a going away party that
had been held in his honor.
I decided to call her.
"I'd like to visit with your
dad. Do you think that's possible?"
"Sure," she said, "why don't
you call him?"
Last week, I called him. But
because it was 8 p.m., I was sure his wife, Christine, would answer.
Not a chance. A strong, clear,
familiar voice answered.
"Hi," I said, "this is Bill
Cooke."
"And this is Bill Hoeveler,"
came the answer.
"I'd like to come see you," I
said.
"You're welcome to come
anytime," he said.
On Saturday, Michael Putney and
I dropped in on the judge and Christine. Shortly after we arrived, Margaret
popped in.
We shared some stories, laughed
a lot, and someone - I'm not sure who - may have even shed a tear or two.
After our visit, I posted some
pictures on Facebook. I noted that I wasn't proficient enough in the English
language to adequately describe Judge Hoeveler.
In my opinion, the word "great"
isn't descriptive enough.
A few hours after I posted on
Facebook, the Miami Herald's federal courts reporter, Jay Weaver, left a comment
on my post calling the judge "a humble giant."