There has already been quite a lot of ink spilt on the Internet regarding the recent sad loss of Aaron Swartz. (And, yes, Bunny Chafowitz, I put “spilt” in there just for you, since I know you think that verbs should not end with “t.”)
Unsurprisingly, that ink spreads all over the place, forming inane commentary, as well as some more thought-provoking. (Equally unsurprisingly, two of the best articles — this one and this one — come from New York criminal defense attorney Scott Greenfield. I don’t know why I even bother to blog, with him still casting his long shadow over the blawgosphere. (For the record, I knew he wouldn’t quit: real writers can’t quit. At most, we slow down while tending to other life issues.))
As Scott points out, Aaron Swartz’s case is not unique in the criminal “justice” system; he’s just getting more attention because of who he was, and, more importantly, who his many admirers are.