So we are witnessing the last public acts of a man who remained infamous for so long by staying private when so many were looking so hard to find him. The only open question now is whether Bulger will exercise his right to allocution at sentencing-- whether he will stand up in court, without fear of cross examination, and make a statement. Just imagine what he could possibly say, from the vantage point of a half century of crime, unshackled from the restraints of the presumption of innocence, were he inclined to do so. It's another reason to lament the lack of cameras in our federal courts.



Before he goes away to die in prison, let's all give Bulger credit for at least this much-- at least he didn't contribute to the destruction of his own mythology by testifying in his own defense. At least he didn't raise his right hand and swear an oath and turn to the jury and try to defend his grim life by lashing out at all those, in and out of uniform, who enabled its violence for over half a century. Here was a rat who ratted out everyone but himself, a man whose whole adult life was one vast criminal enterprise. He leaves the way he entered: snarling and unrepentant.

Like he was during trial when his confederate, Stephen Flemmi, testified against him as a government informant. "Motherfucker," Flemmi said to Bulger as the jury was leaving the courtroom one day. "Go Fuck yourself," Bulger responded. Or when Kevin Weeks, another informant, another former member of Bulger's gang, testified against him. "You suck," Bulger shouted at Weeks. "Fuck you, okay?" Weeks responded. "Fuck you, too," Bulger said. These types of exchanges, which mortify judges, are precisely what America expects from its mobsters. Bulger is going away forever-- and he's going away mad.



Or like he was two weeks ago, when he called his trial "a sham" and told his judge: "I feel that I've been choked off from having an opportunity to give an adequate defense." That's true, of course. The enabling relationships between Bulger and the officials sworn to apprehend him is one of the worst chapters in modern law enforcement history. And Bulger's lawyers, to their credit, hammered away at this angle of the story -- an angle, like most aspects of official misconduct, that federal judges tend not to want to try in their courtrooms. What else could they argue? What else could they say?



"Whitey Bulger's Last Stand" is how the Christian Science Monitor (another Massachusetts institution, by the way) aptly put it earlier this month. But in the end it wasn't much of a stand at all. Monday's convictions on all those charges tell us Bulger's jurors didn't buy his "license to kill" defense or, if they did, they weren't of a mind to acquit him anyway. And why would they? Even to a jury encumbered by lengthy instructions from the judge, two wrongs don't make a right-- the federal government's inexplicable dance with a murderer doesn't absolve the murderer of his crimes.

