Today the San Francisco Police Department will be held to answer for the premature leaking of documents pertaining to Public Defender Jeff Adachi’s death.
And lurid details they were: Photographs of an unkempt pied-à-terre and a sheetless bed and all manner of speculation about Adachi’s home life were splayed about the Internet; details normally considered private and confidential were divulged to selected media sources. Adachi had a contentious relationship with the San Francisco Police Department, and it appears this was reciprocated by sullying him on the way out. Kicking a man when he’s dead, so to speak.
In any event, this morning’s hearing before the Board of Supervisors Government Audit and Oversight Committee, in which representatives of the SFPD will be on the hot seat, figures to be interesting, if not illuminating. We shall see.
Sadly, it won’t make a difference for Adachi either way. His autopsy was released late last month; his cause of death was pinned as “acute mixed drug (cocaine and ethanol) toxicity,” thereby ensuring “cocaine” was featured in every subsequent headline.
And cocaine is … a hell of a drug. You see that in a headline and you don’t even feel the need to read further. Don’t do cocaine, kids! Simple as that.
But it’s not. Of course it’s not. Jeff Adachi was a complicated man in life, and that carried on into death. And his autopsy is, ultimately, a wrenching document. Because the upshot of it is: Jeff Adachi did not have to die. Not on a gurney in a corner of the CPMC Davies ER. Not at 59. Not yet. Not like this.
But he did. Did Jeff Adachi kill himself when he used cocaine on or around Feb. 22? That’s what the report says. But it says more. It says that, in a way, he had been killing himself for years.
Jeff Adachi stood five-foot-ten and weighed 169 pounds. With his coiled energy and lithe build, colleagues likened him to a big cat; outwardly he seemed robustly healthy. He was not.
“Based on the autopsy, he was a ticking time bomb,” said Dr. David Farcy, the president of the American Academy of Emergency Medicine and one of several doctors who reviewed Adachi’s autopsy at Mission Local’s request (all of these doctors hail from elsewhere. They were not caught up in the politics of Adachi’s death. To them, he is merely a set of symptoms and a name on a report.).
“Even without the cocaine and the alcohol,” Farcy continued, “he could’ve had a sudden death due to a plaque rupture in an artery in his heart.”
Adachi had hyperlipidemia (high cholesterol). He had high blood pressure, revealed by the thickening of his heart muscles. His left anterior descending artery was 70 percent blocked.
This artery is referred to as the “widow-maker.” Adachi’s own widow, however, told investigators that he “had no known medical problems” and “to her knowledge was not taking any medications.”
Unlike illicit drug use, this didn’t make the headlines.
It’s not a seamy detail of the sort that drives interest in a story. But it is crucial. A 59-year-old man in Adachi’s condition should have been on medication.
“That seems odd,” concurs Dr. William Durkin, a past president of the American Academy of Emergency Medicine. “He had high cholesterol. He had high blood pressure. He had coronary artery disease. He should have been on a statin.”
In life, Jeff Adachi was described in terms often more befitting a force of nature. Over the past 15 years, he remade the San Francisco Public Defender’s office into arguably the nation’s best. He famously slept four hours a night and wrote books and directed movies and participated in national justice campaigns and studiously returned reporters’ phone calls and turned up at God knows how many social or political events around town in addition to overseeing a major city department. He still took cases, too; he personally defended former attorney Carlos Argueta in December, winning a murder acquittal.
That was a stressful case. But Adachi lived a stressful life. So did his co-workers. Adachi was a perfectionist and a micro-manager who was not necessarily easy to work for. His erstwhile colleagues tell me they’re adjusting to not getting calls and messages at all hours from their new boss, Mano Raju.
Adachi’s level of devotion to his office’s clients was legion. His level of devotion to himself, however, was not. If Jeff Adachi had started taking medication in early middle age — as so many men do — and followed medical advice, he could be alive today. Should be alive today.
That was a huge missed opportunity. But his autopsy reveals so many missed opportunities.
On the night of his death, Adachi began acting “strange” and “unlike himself,” grinding his teeth in response to “upper abdominal” discomfort during his final dinner with his female companion. She asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital. He declined. Instead, they took a car to the North Beach flat Adachi had secured. There his condition worsened. She asked him, again, if he would go to the hospital. And, again, he declined, stating this “had happened a few times before and it had resolved on its own.” He took off his clothes, got into bed, and never rose.
And this leaped off the page for the doctors who reviewed the autopsy.
“If, when the friend made the suggestions to go to the hospital, he went, he would probably not have died,” says Farcy. Doctors “probably could have intervened at that moment through a percutaneous coronary intervention” or otherwise jolting his heart out of the lethal arrhythmia — irregular heartbeat — that killed him.
“He could’ve been given some nitroglycerin for his chest pain,” notes Durkin. This would have dilated his constricting arteries. “He would have had an EKG done.” If that didn’t reveal his serious coronary condition, “it certainly would’ve showed up in the blood tests.”
A 59-year-old man who copped to cocaine use and complained of chest pains “would not be sent home,” says Dr. Carl Chudnofsky, the chairman of the Department of Emergency Medicine at the Keck School of Medicine at USC, and chief of emergency services at Los Angeles County USC Medical center. “If he’d gone in and been honest about his history, they’d have kept him on a cardiac monitor.”
They would, in all likelihood, have found his crisis and treated it.
But Adachi didn’t go to the hospital. He was taken there. And, by the time he arrived, these options weren’t on the table anymore.
But there’s more here. Remember, Adachi told his companion that this had happened a few times before. If a man of Adachi’s age and living his go-go-go lifestyle saw fit to mention these episodes to his doctors, it would have sent up a series of red flags, confirms Chudnofsky.
Adachi, evidently, did not do this (or chose to disregard medical advice).
“If a male comes in at that age, or even younger, with complaints about exertional chest pain or shortness of breath, it would result in immediate investigation and intervention,” Chudnofsky continues. It would have led to a battery of tests and exams. These, all but certainly, would have revealed the condition of Adachi’s heart. He probably would have required a cardiac catheter and a stent.
And he probably would have been asked about drug use during his medical history. And explicitly advised that cocaine could cause lethal arrhythmia.
There’s no getting around it. You shouldn’t do cocaine. Lots of go-go-go people, the kind of people who sleep four hours a night and work maniacally hard, do cocaine. They also take benzodiazepine and crash, and Adachi did have that drug in his system, too.
Cocaine was, sadly, just about the worst drug Adachi could have put into his body. Other than cocaine and alcohol, which magnifies cocaine’s effect. And Adachi and his companion drank champagne on his final night on earth. For a man with Adachi’s coronary condition, cocaine was akin to motoring a big rig over a rickety bridge. Cocaine itself doesn’t kill people via toxicity; rather, it induces lethal arrhythmia. “It can send the heart into an irregular heart rate,” explains Farcy. “It allows the heart to pump and no blood is going anywhere and the person dies.”
So, don’t do cocaine. Don’t put off medical attention for decades. Don’t neglect to tell your doctor about severe medical incidents. Don’t blow off reasonable suggestions to go to a hospital. Self-care isn’t indulgent. Listen to your doctors. Go to one.
Jeff Adachi burned bright. He got a lot done in 59 years. But it didn’t have to be 59 years. He had many lessons to teach us. And, sadly, this was the last of them.
My thought is that Jeff Adachi was set-up by a female. Regardless of what was found in his system, someone was out to get him and used a female to do it. He was our only hope to help us with the corrupt system that enslaves the poor. I feel for the family who lost a father, brother, and son. I myself need help with being discriminated against. I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Adachi some time ago, maybe in 2003. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet him as a person. Not judging, but Mr. Adachi had the SFPD on Lock, as-it were.
A very well written and well researched article. I wish there was more journalism like this today.
“My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“I came in here for more candle… !”
So an attorney dies from drug use. That is not front page news. Many attorneys have substance abuse problems.
Sleeping four hours an night, workaholic, booze drinker. Yeah, not a healthy lifestyle. I did not agree with his politics, but damn that’s young to go. Bang up article BTW.
this writer is obviously has a biased perspective. hes probably getting paid to cover for the sfpd! anyone can see through this
You genius, you.
Addict with major health issues…’nuff said
Joe, probably one of your better articles.
You pointed out a number of issues that were very interesting: Like many great artists, and politicians, Jeff was a conflicted individual. A man of principal and purpose with their career, yet reckless, and dishonest to his family. When reading the timeline of his last evening, the hidden apartment for him and his lady friend, dinner, champagne, coke and condoms, somehow I wonder how humiliated his wife and daughter must feel hearing and reading this. And lets all keep in mind that more than likely this is not the first time Jeff’s lady friend the realtor hooked him up with a little hide away so as not to be seen checking into a hotel locally. I would bet that for Mrs. Adachi this has been an on going issue. As for your warnings about the usage of cocaine, again, I’m older than Jeff, and I must say that no one that I know of continued to use coke in their 50’s. Again, another reckless. selfish and destructive practice by Adachi. What I’m gonna walk away from with your article is a guy that was driven to make his department the best, that he believed in the little guy that had nothing, and a self destructive, conflicted, impurfect husband, and father.
Great article Joe.
Everything in it IS correct.
This IS the only thing that can help others from the demise & death of self-destructive & HIGHLY troubled Jeff Adachi !
Dr. Bill –
What’s your full name?
If he was taking benzodiazepine, it was either prescribed or he was getting it elsewhere.
If it was prescribed, how were all the other symptoms missed?
Damn Joe, you’re good.
Thanks for recognizing the need for this piece. It’s poignant, as well as healing.
You’re welcome. Thank you for your readership and thoughtful comments on our pieces.
Thank you for this article and your journalistic integrity.
What a crock!
You left out the part where the Chief Medical Examiner who personally
did the investigation and autopsy was about to lose his job because Jeff
said the guy should be fired for doing a crap job.
That was just couple of week’s before Jeff died of natural causes or was murdered.
Seems this guy (Dr. Michael Hunter) leaped in to do the investigation himself
and had an aide sign off on the work.
Hey, I’m nothing if not a conspiracy theorist.
I think Jeff was poisoned and Hunter faked the autopsy.
If you send a fake autopsy to any expert they’ll not assume it to be fake.
I’m sure the tissue of whomever Hunter tested was full of coke.
As the top line journalist you are, you should edit this and give your
readers the info about the feud between Adachi and the Examiner.
Love ya, but that’s crazy talk.
If you work as a deputy public defender…not a dump truck…or been involved in the criminal system, you’d know it’s not “crazy”…far from it.
Why so quick to dismiss his wife’s account of no known medical problems?
Why so quick to dismiss the fact that private information was leaked…you think that was accidental? You think that had nothing to do with who he was or more importantly what he’s done for the poor, the disenfranchised???
This was an enlightening and touching read, and damn well done. Thank you.
Joe, thank you for using what happened with hard-driving, other-directed Jeff to try to teach people that they need to know what is going on with their own bodies.
This seems misleading. If Adachi’s “widowmaker” was still open, even 30 percent, then it wasn’t closed and that didn’t kill him. Yes, untreated heart disease as a cause of death sounds less blameworthy than cocaine ingestion followed by delay in obtaining medical help, but if “widowmaker” was still open, even 30 percent, then it wasn’t closed and therefore didn’t kill him.
Respectfully, unless a doctor would like to step in and correct me, that’s not how arrhythmia works.
Like from Blade Runner, The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long – and you have burned so very, very brightly, Jeff.
Or James Dean, Live Fast, Die Young, leave a good looking corpse…