The courtroom of Senior District Judge Morrison was filled to capacity with international journalists, shipyard union delegates, and maritime industry leaders. Outside, the winter sky over lower Manhattan was a pale crystalline blue, with frost clinging to the high granite windows of the federal courthouse. At the defense table, Arthur Davenport stood in his orange detention jumpsuit, his wrists handcuffed to a leather belly chain. Gone was the immaculate grooming,…
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