Whistleblowing When You Know You Will Fail
Whistleblower projects tend to go on for years, and you have
to wonder why exactly.
First there is the observation of wrongdoing. You bring it up to management. They push back and start retaliating against
you. After you are fired, you get an
attorney involved. Maybe there are negotiations;
they take a while. Complaining to a
State agency can take a couple of years[1]. A lawsuit is longer still, with discovery, motions,
rulings, and so on. Then there are the appeals.
My run at HomeFirst, start to finish, lasted 4½ years for
nothing. Others keep going longer: Robert
Purcell stayed at it for 18 years. He
also got nothing.
Our projects last so long, and so many people warn that they
will end badly. We must all sense we
will lose. When – how many times – do we
realize that we are going to fail? Why not
stop when we see our bleak future?
I began to understand things would not work out well a month
after I disclosed the first of HomeFirst’s violations, its overbilling
of Santa Clara County by $140,000.
At a meeting of the board’s finance and executive committees the board
chair warned, this year will be challenging and we don’t want any more red
flags. Everyone else kept quiet. I protested, asking if she wanted me to
conceal wrongdoing. No, just let CEO Jenny to decide what to do, she said.
That’s what I told him, Jenny said.
Everyone else’s silence made clear whistleblowing would not be received
warmly by the HomeFirst crowd.
I continued to find more
problems, and the CEO and board continued to do little while claiming they
did as much as they could. It was clear
they would never act, but I persisted. Why
in the world?
Eight months after I began, I admitted that I had made two disclosures
externally. I wanted to protect myself. The board’s attorney told them I had taken
Whistleblower 101. He advised
firing me and negotiating a settlement of around $100,000. After reading their emails, I was enthused
and continued my work.
Time crawled. The CEO
built a case for firing me for cause. I watched
potentially dangerous emails accumulate in her Mike Veuve folder. I began to look for an attorney.
The guy I found, Stephen
Jaffe, assured me I had a case. Of course. I was enthused again. I paid him a $5,000
retainer against a 40% contingency. After
HomeFirst fired me, Jaffe moved slowly. I
doubted he would perform. I paid another
$3,000 for a mediator. It would save a
lot of time, he said. It would save him
expense, I heard. It became clearer I would
fail, but I had no options and proceeded.
Jaffe didn’t work out.
He settled
for $45,000 and a nondisclosure so tight I couldn’t even bitch to my wife
about HomeFirst without giving back the money, including Jaffe’s 40%. Jaffe said it was a good deal, a
success. Even if it felt like a failure
to me. I rejected it.
Then I complained
to the State. No additional cost to
me, so I did it. I asked to be
reinstated, but I didn’t really expect that.
A clerk told me it would take 6-8 months. After a year of following up, I decided the
State would not help either. The first
draft of its determination letter was
in my favor, I was told. Mild but also
disbelieving enthusiasm. A year later, the
final version ruled against me. My
final failure.
For the entire 4½ years, I continued to follow-up on my
complaints about HomeFirst even though it was pointless. One by one I had to abandon them. At each step HomeFirst won; I lost. For years now I’ve known I would lose. It was like I found schadenfreude in my own
defeat.
What brings this to mind is Chelsea Manning, whistleblower. Manning gained fame
after she released secret government documents to Wikileaks. Her leak was soon discovered. She was arrested, convicted, and sentenced to
35-years in a maximum security prison.
President Obama commuted her sentence after 7 years of confinement.
Now she fashions herself as a politician running
for a U.S. senate seat in Maryland. Manning
is 30 years old, has no meaningful experience, and is a felon for betraying
U.S. secrets. She probably should have
known how her whistleblowing would end, but she went ahead anyway. Now she is spending time and money running
for office despite knowing how that will end.
In explanation, she says the establishment
needs to be challenged. The animus
that helped her to whistleblowing glory still burns in her.
What else brings this to mind is Stephen Jaffe, my former
whistleblower attorney. Like Manning, Jaffe sees himself as a politician. He is running against Democrat leader Nancy
Pelosi for her seat in the House of Representatives. He has raised $66,000
against Pelosi’s $1.9 million. Jaffe
and everyone else knows he will fail, but there he is campaigning. Judgment, I am reminded, is not necessarily
his strong suit.
Why people undertake doomed projects is always something of
a mystery. We like to come up with
explanations eventually, though. About whistleblowers,
we say they are moral heroes, the law or their professional standards demanded
they do it, they wanted a reward, they tried to hide the fact that they couldn’t
do their jobs, they wanted to destroy the organization, or something else.
Professor C. Frederick Alford and some whistleblowers contend
they had no choice but to blow the whistle.
It was a choiceless
choice. They could not have lived
with themselves if they had remained silent.
Most of the time it’s pretty clear that our whistleblowing will
not be useful. No moral standard demands
our profitless self-sacrifice. We just
waste our time and money on the project.
I suggest whistleblowers will be free only if we accept that
our motives were, maybe in large part, base and we knew we would fail.
We were not compelled by anything. We intentionally chose to blow the whistle
(or whistles) despite the probable outcome.
We did not deserve victory any more than someone else deserves wealth or
good health. We lived, and we acted.
[1] 2.1
years on average pass from termination to determination, based on decisions by
the California Department of Industrial Relations in 2014
and 2015
(using copies provided by State). My
unfavorable determination
letter came nearly 3½ years after HomeFirst fired me.
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