UPDATED Sources: Michael Brown Is Dead
Multiple sources close to the case, including Rachel Brown's divorce lawyer David Brown, are telling us that Michael Brown died after he was taken off life support Thursday. Will have more soon.
A Brown obit:
When defense attorney Dick DeGuerin told the jury in Michael Brown's 2011 assault case, in which he was accused of assaulting his fourth wife Rachel -- and for which he was acquitted -- DeGuerin told the jury he was honored to represent Brown. (Update: See the last page for some thoughts from other lawyers).
It was remarkable theater. We're still not sure what DeGuerin could have meant. Which part was he most honored by -- when Brown beat his then-pregnant wife Darlina's face to a pulp in a drunken rage; when he wrote letters to his infant daughter, telling her how to sexually please her future husband; for spending money on bedding strippers a third his age instead of paying child support; for losing his medical license to continued drug abuse; for allegedly following a lawyer representing his ex-wife out into the parking lot and threatening to kill her; for choking flight attendants; for threatening to destroy perceived enemies and ultimately costing dozens upon dozens of hardworking employees their jobs?
Or was DeGuerin, like every lawyer who chomped at the bit to tap the Brown Piggy Bank, simply but eloquently full of baloney? Did DeGuerin really know Brown? Did he understand how tortured and self-destructive this self-described bipolar man was? Did he or anyone else -- including Rachel Brown -- try to save him from himself, or were they simply parasites attaching themselves to an extremely wealthy host? Could no one see that giving Brown 30 days to surrender to authorities, instead of shuttling him to federal prison straight from court, was flirting with disaster?
In addition to his endless litigation and bizarre, often criminal, behavior, Brown left a cache of writings that offer a window into his mind, which he described as "brilliant" and "bipolar." He wrote of constantly having to balance the "tray of marbles" in his head.
His was a mind that could confess weakness and beg for forgiveness and then, a split-second later, blame all his problems on others. His writings reveal a man who lived in constant fear of abandonment but whose violent behavior repelled those closest to him; a man with suicidal ideations and paranoid fantasies who somehow got a prominent River Oaks psychiatrist to give him the all-clear when he was still monitored by the courts. His writings paint him as the consummate victim; an honorable, if flawed, man who was simply trying to follow Christ's teachings, but who was deceived by a disrespectful wife who did not understand his "brilliant bipolar mind" and who failed wifely duties by not spreading her legs on command.
Although he was ostensibly writing to his daughter Sophie -- whom he was certain inherited his bipolar disorder, telling her she'd probably be on lithium by her late teens -- the letters come off as if he's writing to a younger version of himself; a kid plagued by an undiagnosed mental illness who needed someone to tell him that everything was going to be alright.
From Brown's writings.
Here are some excerpts from his writings, many of which were penned between 1999-2001. In some cases, the excerpts have been edited for spelling and grammar.
From one of his seven hunting memoirs, Kilimanjaro: Safari in Tanzania
Over the last ten years, I have had a hunting odyssey. I have hunted all over the world and pursued all kinds of game. What it took me a while to realize was that I was experiencing an odyssey of life and in my search for trophy animals, I also undertook a search fro some truths and meanings in life. This occurred not only because of my interaction with nature and animals, but my interactions with different peoples and different cultures all over the world. I am not sure why I started writing about my experiences. There are probabl;y a lot of reasons. I think the main reason, though, was to help me make some sense of all of it one day. Hopefully, that is what I am doing now. I am not sure if the answers apply to anyone else or not. Probably some do and some don't.
Months had passed since Dr. Brown returned from his Botswana safari and he longed daily to go back despite having acquired first hand the knowledge that lion hunting was potentially lethal business. Perhaps it was the exhilaration of looking death in the face and surviving that was so overpowering. Make no mistake, Dr. Michael brown did not have a death wish, he simply had an overpowering lust for the hunting life.
Mike once again found himself hunting lion with Allistair McFarlane at his side. He took aim and squeezed the trigger, and he got a momentary glimpse at the lion falling to the ground as he recovered from the recoil of the big Weatherby. He knew the overpowering will to live possessed by a big black-maned male, so he quickly chambered another round, and to his horror, the lion was not only back up on his feet, but closing at an alarming rate. All hell broke loose then, Allistair and Mike were both pumping lead into that lion but it didn't really seem to phase him. He just kept coming and coming and coming, roaring that bone-chilling guttural bellow that seemed to emanate from hell's gate itself.