I apologize for the long pause. When last I wrote, Varlo was just about to go to trial. But then a funny thing happened on the way to the courtroom. Judge Read and your buddy Mike Carter had a little ex parte session wherein Read clearly was going to allow Carter to just remove identifying information from a potential piece of evidence. Although this is a clear violation of legal procedure—and ethics—they both protested that they had done nothing wrong. Really. And your new buddy, Mr. Hicks, went so far as to say that in calling them on it Varlo’s attorney, Mr. Prisbrey, was committing a great “mockery of justice.” Come again?
Hicks evidently doesn’t think they were doing anything wrong either. But here’s a question for Hicks, and Read, and Carter, as well as for you: how would you feel if you were the accused? I mean, you’ve got the lawyer for the Attorney General’s Office and the Judge discussing evidence and deciding that some of that evidence can be secreted from you and your lawyer. Would that be okay with Read? Would he really be fine with that? And Carter? And Hicks? Hicks wouldn’t mind, wouldn’t think they were doing anything wrong by hiding possible evidence from him and his attorney? And how about you, Biff? I suppose you wouldn’t mind either? Of course you would mind! Anyone would mind! I predict you and Hicks both would say, or at least agree, that it was “mockery of justice.” Yes, I think so . . . if it were you.
And therein lies the rub, Biff. It’s not you, is it? So far you’re sitting pretty, right? Never mind that you’ve fired a man illegally and unjustly; never mind that you have conspired with other dishonest souls to falsely malign, slander and try to brand him as a criminal. Never mind that you’ve taken his livelihood and his career from him and his family. That’s all okay, too, right, because the career aspirations of Biff Williams must be preserved? In the end, that’s really what I have against you. Everything else is forgivable. Ignorance is forgivable; incompetence is forgivable; lack of credible credentials to be a university president? Also forgivable, since that fault is not in you but in those who promoted you to the position. But lying, Biff, slander, the willingness to take from somebody everything he has worked his life for just to save your paltry reputation as a somebody in this world. And to do it all without ever once speaking to the man himself, without making some effort, however small, to ascertain the truth. In sum: not to care about anyone beyond yourself. These are not venial sins, Biff; they are mortal. They betray what you yourself are, on the inside.
This is what I was referring to in my last entry. When I said there is a court in which you don’t stand a chance, I wasn’t referring to the one presided over by the Great Judge of the Universe, or some final tribunal of that god and his angels. Nope. I meant only the court of decency, honor, integrity, the court of the human heart. That court, Biff. That’s the one in which you already have lost, and in which you will continue to lose, day by day, until you make some effort to set things right. Even at this late date, you could still do that. All of your advisers would tell you not to, Biff, because it’s easier for them to perpetuate their corruption than to be honest. Odd, isn’t it, people who think they have too much to lose when they already have lost the most important thing of all? Think about it, Biff. And think of me as your “Abinadi” (I understand, at least, that you’re a “good Mormon”) and then decide your own fate.