As a former federal prosecutor who, together with dozens of dedicated colleagues, investigated and prosecuted many cases arising from the attack on the Capitol, I have been asked frequently what I think about the pardons of more than 1,500 rioters.
I think of the thousands of Americans who were horrified by Jan. 6 and provided critical tips. I think of the FBI agents across the country who not only worked scores of cases but also carried out arrests of defendants known to possess weapons and to use them willingly against law enforcement.
I think of the police officers who defended the Capitol on Jan. 6.
Some of these defendants threatened arresting agents with firearms and, in one extreme case, a defendant plotted to kill the agents, but the FBI bravely did its job anyhow. I think about the tireless leadership at the U.S. Attorney’s Office that skillfully guided the largest criminal investigation in the U.S. Department of Justice’s history even while presiding over an impressive drop in local violent crime.
More than anything, however, I think of the police officers who defended the Capitol on Jan. 6. Under the Constitution’s broad grant of discretionary power, President Donald Trump could effortlessly pardon all the crimes committed against these officers, and he did so with a breezy one-page proclamation. But he never could have looked any of the officer victims in the eye and justified what he was doing. That terrible disconnect crystallizes the abhorrence of these pardons.
Like all my colleagues, I watched hundreds of hours of video showing, from all angles, what the police experienced on Jan. 6. The Metropolitan Police officers, who served alongside the Capitol Police, wore body cameras, and that footage provided the most visceral insights of all. It allowed me to imagine standing in the officers’ shoes as rioters bashed them from the front and back with flagpoles; assaulted them with mace and bear spray; threw pieces of scaffolding and other hard projectiles at them; called them traitors and hurled racial slurs at them; and on and on.
It’s no wonder that even officers who worked on homicide squads consistently described Jan. 6 as the single worst day in uniform that they had ever experienced.
More influential than viewing any one horrific incident was the experience of watching a single officer’s body-worn camera footage straight through. That exercise showed what it was like to be under siege from the rioters for hours. To douse out your pepper-sprayed eyes and return to the line. To fear that any of the hundreds of angry rioters in front of you would pull out a gun, and to nevertheless stay on the line. To push hundreds of rioters out of one door only to discover that another door has been breached. The tirelessness, bravery and restraint that these officers showed is beyond anything I can put into words.
Despite all that they endured, the officers, as a group, were remarkably dispassionate witnesses. They were willing to testify — and to thereby relive, repeatedly, their trauma — in service of what they understood to be a necessary process. Yet they were not out for vengeance. They took a remarkably hands-off approach to the prosecutions that, in a very real sense, were being pursued in their names.








