Colleagues in national media spent over a year telling the country the 18-year-old was not just guilty, but a moral monster whose acquittal would be an in-your-face affirmation of systemic white supremacy. It used to bother me that journalists were portrayed in pop culture as sniveling, amoral weenies. Take William Atherton's iconic portrayal in Die Hard of "Thornburg," the TV-news creep who gasps, "Tell me you got that!" with orgasmic awe when an explosion rocks the Nakatomi building. I got that — I'd seen that face on reporters. 

But risking the life of hero John McClane's wife Holly by putting her name on TV, and getting the info by threatening the family nanny Paulina with an immigration raid? We're bad, I thought, but not that bad. I got that it was a movie, but my father was a local TV man, and that one stung a bit.

MSNBC Thursday pulled a Thornburg in real life. Police stopped a man named James Morrison who was apparently following a jury bus, and said he was acting at the direction of a New York-based MSNBC producer named Irene Byon. Even if all you're after is a post-verdict interview, if a jury gets the slightest whiff that the press is searching out their names and addresses, that's clear intimidation. People will worry about the safety of their spouses and children as they're deliberating. Not that it matters to anyone but the defense, prosecution, judge, jury, and taxpayers, but you're also putting the trial at risk. I've covered plenty of celebrity trials, from Michael Jackson to the Enron defendants, and know the identifying-jurors practice isn't unheard of. However, in a powder-keg case like this, it's bonkers to play it any way but straight.