if you don't have anything nice to say

don't say anything at all.

 

I'll be back.

MLK Day

I was writing another PD-related post but had to stop and say something else. 

 

I'm watching a special on Dr. King right now in light of the holiday.  Dr. King is so incredibly captivating. His voice, his energy, his quiet power is just so incredible - and this is just from watching old video.  I can only imagine what it would have been like to be in his presence. 

 

Watching him motivate crowds of young African-American children, young African-American adults, watching these crowds fight for education and racial / economic equality, watching the police attack these crowds of black youth - these images leave me so conflicted.  I can't help but think that my job is a symptom of what we've still failed to accomplish of Dr. King's cause.  I know how frustrated urban youth are with the police.  And yet where is their fight?  I feel frustrated that there is no bigger movement to fight this fight.  I feel overwhelmed by the burden of fighting this fight as one person, trying to fight it one case at a time.  It's like trying to stick fingers and toes in the cracks of a dam.  I want my clients to feel empowered to do something about how they are treated by the criminal system.  I want my clients to feel empowered to do something about socio-economic stratification that is so glaringly apparent in urban areas.  I'm fighting this fight as best I can, both in my job and in my personal life.  But why am I fighting?  Who am I fighting for?  I feel like I'm fighting for a good number of people who want me to fight for them, but aren't interested in fighting for themselves.  Occasionally when my clients or their families voice complaints about rampant police lies and misconduct, or racial disparity in criminal consequences, I encourage them to be pro-active, to engage their communities and their political representatives.  I tell them that they know better than anyone else who is being victimized and how.  I want them to feel like this is something they are capable of changing, to work on changing the dynamic instead of just reacting to it.

 

I can take a look around a courtroom filled with 100-200 people, and see maybe one white face.  I want to take a look at those faces and see a movement like Dr. King did.  I fear that the same room of people would be so much more likely to take today and go see the movie Notorious, and who would rather fight for the opportunity to live a lifestyle of a rap star, or of gang violence, or drug money.  I fear that rap stars play too prevalent a role as leaders for the communities in which my clients live.  It's demoralizing to me, and I want to know where Dr. King's fight went.  I want to know what it would take to bring it back.  Have we been so successful in creating racial and socio-economic apartheid in our country that we've taken the fight out of those who we oppress?  We've been so successful in marginalizing the marginalized? 

 

Tomorrow, our first African-American president will be sworn in.  And I hope that in this historic event, where young people are flooding the inauguration just to be a part of President Obama, to just be part of his movement, to be in his presence and to be inspired by him, that this reinvigorates Dr. King's fight.  President Obama can empower these communities in a national, cohesive way that no one else has in some time.  I'm just a lawyer, I'm not inspiring anyone to action.  I'm so excited to see a leader who is capable of empowering communities, to inspire them to action.  There can be no better way to follow the celebration of Dr. King's life and legacy than by the inauguration of such an inspiring leader.  For racial and socio-economic justice - finally, a leader.  

It's been two months already?

I am shocked, SHOCKED, to discover that I haven't written an entry is more than two months.  Has it been that long? 

 

I don't have much to write about specifically, right this second, except I'd like to point out that either the PD blog community is dwindling or I'm not doing a very good job of following it.  When I was in law school, and maybe just a baby attorney, I was reading so many PD blogs and one at a time these blogs are going defunct.  It makes me feel sad.  It felt like a good community to be a part of, even if only virtually. 

 

I guess I'm not really doing such a good job of keeping the community going myself, but I hope to fix that soon enough.

calling all motion writers

I'm looking for a really good analysis, scientific or legal, that supports why DNA samples are testimonial evidence and thus protected by the Fifth Amendment (unlike blood, or hair, which are physical evidence and thus not implicated by the Fifth Amendment).  I cannot possibly do a thorough review of the millions of scientific articles on the endless possibilities of the information we can get from DNA, but I hope to use this information some day to write a motion in limine. 

 

I think it's fun to argue that 40 years of clearly established Fifth Amendment jurisprudence was wrong. 

 

If there are any non-lawyers reading this, how do you feel about the fact that the government has the right to get your fingerprints / blood / hair and use it against you as they see fit?  Do you think the government should be able to use your body to prosecute you?  Do you think the right against self-incrimination should be involved in that determination at all?

But my dream's not coming true.

The kid next to me at the coffeeshop said that to his dad.  I'd guess the kid is somewhere between 3 and 4.  I love listening to a child's thought process.  He was so upset that his dream wasn't coming true - when his dad asked what dream he was referring to, he kid said, "My dream of having sea animals."  His dad admitted right, it wasn't coming true, but maybe it would someday.

 

I was sitting at the table, finishing the best latte in the entire city, and my delicious goat cheese and onion quiche, and trying to slowly process the phone call I got from my brother the night before.  I was in a cab on the way to a honky tonk dive bar, a few glasses of wine and a few good Gillian Welch songs already in me.  My brother got his deployment date.  In about a week and a half, he said, he would be in the midst of the most volatile area of Afghanistan.  He wanted me to know what arrangements were made.  Who the life insurance beneficiaries are.  Who has power of attorney.  That our mother would be the first one notified, but he was going to try to change it.  He wanted it to be me.  And if it wasn't, he assured me there would be plenty of money in his account, and could I please make sure to get to my mother within 24 hours.  He didn't think she could handle it.

 

Of course.  Of course.  I got you.  I understand.  Consider it done.  Absolutely I'll make sure to.  I could only respond in calm affirmations.  I got this covered, don't worry, I'll make sure it's taken care of.  I know he's scared, there's nothing I can do to make it not scary, all I can do is make sure that he knows I've got his back, on this side. 

 

I'm tired.  I feel like I take care of a lot of people.  Why am I always the one to take care of it?  When is someone, anyone, going to start looking after me?  Before, it was a decision that my brother made that we selfishly and protectively tried to talk him out of.  He was so mad that we all tried to convince him that he was making a terrible decision, joining the military.  When he snapped one day on the phone, yelling, "Why can't any of you just appreciate that I'm doing an honorable thing?" all I could say was, "If anything ever happened to you, and we never tried to stop it, we'd never be able to live with ourselves."  But he went ahead, and after we couldn't stop him, all we could do is support him 100%.  And now this means not just accepting his choice, but taking on responsibility for his choice.  His choice means making sure I have some time set aside, if I ever needed to go home on a moment's notice.  His choice means I need to take care of my mom, several hours away, while trying to take care of myself.  His choice means I have to decide what and when to tell my father, with whom my brother hasn't spoken in years and to whom he still refuses to speak.  His choice means that if something happens, I have to keep it together, take care of them, help them, make sure they're ok.  That responsibility sucks, and I didn't ask for it.

 

I'm not saying that I don't want to take care of my family with every ounce of my being.  Of course I do.  I'm freaking out, though.  Why isn't my punkass little brother still living nearby, going to school, or working, or otherwise misbehaving in ways that cause us fits of anxiety?  Why couldn't he have decided to move to Thailand or Costa Rica and farm?  Couldn't he just have gotten another tattoo or piercing or stupid mechanical toy like a snowmobile?  Why did he have to decide to enlist?  There's nothing I can do to control this.  I can't make sure he's safe, I can't keep him from harm, but I'm supposed to keep it all together on the other end.  It's shitty.  I hate it.

 

So now I feel fiercely protective and mindful of my family, mindful of my role to keep them calm and ease their worries, while still trying to cope with that anxiety and worry myself.  On top of feeling the weight of hundreds of clients' problems on my shoulders, on top of constant worry and anxiety about my friends' drinking, or unacknowledged depression, or general recklessness; in addition to the regular old lesser worries about getting everything done in a day, not gaining weight, paying bills, or wondering if I'll ever be married and so desperately wanting kids.  I wish someone was making a phone call to say, Please look after her.  I don't know if she can make it through this one alone.

 

But I'm not really alone.  I have friends and family who love me, and we'll get through it together.  We'll work out our worry and our anxiety together, we'll look out for him the best ways we can, and we'll look out for each other too.  I love you, little bro, make sure you take care of yourself and be safe.  You're smart and resourceful and sensitive to others, I have faith these things will carry you back home safely. 

 

The old Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times" rings true.  I have lived through interesting times, and I'm hoping to live in less interesting times.  Boring family sitcom-type times.  I think I've encountered some fairly turbulent decades, and I keep dreaming of a time when I'm cruising at a steady altitude, turbulence free, where I can undig my nails from the armrest, relax my shoulders, and maybe even let my head rest gently against the seat.  That's my dream.  Not coming true right now, but maybe like the kiddo's sea animals, maybe one day. 

best compliment ever.

"I'm gonna pay you to keep on as my attorney, now that the case is over."

 

One satisfied customer!

Can I call ya Joe?

I didn't watch the first Presidential debate.  I frankly don't care.  I'm watching the VP debates only because I'm hoping Palin speaks in random phrases like she did with Katie Couric.  So far she's stringing together sentences pretty well, equally as important sounding but nevertheless empty as any other candidate.

 

I'm glad Gwen called them on the fact that neither answered her question.  They did that more than once in the beginning. 

 

You know what grinds my gears?  This silly, hollow "bipartisanship" debate.  It's a straw man argument.  Gwen Ifill just actually asked them what they'd do about the sudden rise in bipartisanship.  I'm sorry - We are in a debate that is by design for two parties only, and for each party to disagree with each other and explain why.  We are only permitted two points of view, and we must choose from one of those two points of view based on the decisions made exclusively by the respective political party.  The one eventually chosen party is supposed to fall within party lines and if not, that chosen one is not doing what they're chosen to do.  Right?  A two party system is bipartisan.  I hate all this pretending.  Let's point to Democrats voting Democrat or Republicans voting Republican and call it a bad thing, while demanding exactly that. 

 

Democrats don't support gay marriage.  Huh.  Guess there's no choosing candidates on that issue.  If gay marriage was your issue, who are you voting for this year?

 

I love when Joe Biden speaks in the third person. It tickles me.  No one loves the third person more than Woman of the Law. 

 

Sorry, I was facebooking during the foreign policy part.  Which was a big part of it, I know.  But it's like the Charlie Brown teacher voice to me.  Whow whow whow whow....

 

Say it ain't so Joe...?  Holy moly. 

 

We need STANDARDS but flexibility in standards for No Child Left Behind.  Yes yes.  Flexible standards.  Excellent.

 

Sorry, I think Palin is durn cute.  She did well.  Not just "did well, considering she's an idiot."  I am appalled to think that she is in any way qualified to be VP but I love the splash she's put in this election.

 

I miss you Hillary.

 

Ooooh!  The Dick Cheney VP question.  LOVE IT.  GREAT question Gwen Ifill!  Biden knocked it out of the park, more in his response than in his initial answer.

 

I think Ifill just asked what each candidate's Achilles Heel is.  I don't think Palin understood the question, because she had the opportunity to say her weakness is her Washington outsider status, and then using that as her strength.  Instead, she's just babbling again about her executive experience.  mayor, maverick, team, blah blah blah.  *shudder* 

 

O.M.G.  Biden just teared up.  So did I.  About 5 seconds before he choked up I was already there.

 

Anyway.  No one answered the Achilles Heel question.  I think a Moot Court board or an appellate court or the like should do these debates.  ANSWER THE QUESTION, CLAIRE.  That's a Breakfast Club reference.  Wink.  Thanks, I know, I'm pop culture brilliant.  My Achilles Heel?  I'm a lazy mofo. LAY-ZEEEEEEE.  (That's not to say I don't do my work well - I do - but I structure myself in such a way to do so.  In my personal life, I have to remember to do the same, otherwise I'd never pay bills or clean the house or return my library books.)  Thanks for asking, Gwen. 

 

Wait.  What's the question now?  It's not on the bottom of the screen.

 

Oh!  There it is.  Did you have to change your mind due to changed circumstances?  Palin's answer is NO.  Liar.  Much like the "what promise have you made that you can't keep"?  She said 'nothing.'  I really respect that Biden had a legitimate answer to each of those questions.  That's straight talkin'.  Palin?  Never been wrong.  That's a scary person.

 

OMFG.  Another bipartisan question?  Ugh.  Ick.  Yack.  Biden's answer was better than the question. 

 

Palin - the mainstream media is not your problem.  I promise.  It's a problem for you equally as much as any other public figure.  So stop.  You're just a whiner. 

 

Closing remarks.  Eh.  snore.

For me.

I've priced it.  I'm renting an RV for 10 days and traveling the Southwest US.  Not sure exactly when, but before Dec 31 2009.

political articles

His wife, Martha, added: "Alaska is a state very, very close to Russia. That gives her foreign policy experience."  I disagree.  Does that qualify every governor who borders Canada or Mexico as having "foreign policy experience"?  Does that qualify every governor who borders an ocean as having excellent naval defense strategies?

 

Palin's blue collar lifestyle not so attainable for others, Slate discusses.

 

Timothy Noah of Slate predicts Palin's speech will be great but only because we know nothing else about her. 

 

John Dickerson reacts to Palin's speech.  Can you tell I read a lot on Slate?

 

The NYTimes considers why being Governor of Alaska might actually be different and potentially more qualifying. 

 

The one other thing I disliked about her speech was that I felt as though she spent more time attacking the adversary and not as much time talking about her plans or solutions to problems.  I think the Dems did a little better at focusing more on 'what we're going to do' although they did of course include some 'but the Republicans can't get it right' stuff as well.

Palin's speech

I think she's likeable. I think her speech was good.  I think that her speech could very well have rebounded the McCain campaign.  I think that her speech makes it clear that Hillary Clinton would have been a better choice for Democratic presidential candidate.

 

I disagree with Palin on a fair number of specific issues, assuming that what I've read about her political stances is correct.  The one conflict I couldn't get around was Palin's repeated accusation that Democrats would increase taxes and create bigger government, government that makes decisions for you - and then in another breath, would promise to advocate for special education (generally a government-administered entity), deride people who would question the importance of civil liberties (they aren't important if they're criminals ie terrorists, government is right don't question it).  Plus the decisions that she thinks the government SHOULD be making for you - ie abortion.  I appreciate her small-government stance, but I don't know that what she was saying was very small-government, really. 

 

Giuliani makes my skin crawl.  Ewww.  He is creepy, and I just felt that most of his speech was slimy.  When people started chanting "Drill Baby Drill" it really disturbed me.  I'm not sure who Giuliani was referring to when he said "THEY say Palin won't have enough time to spend with her children."  It wasn't the Democratic party.  That's a weird thing to say. 

 

I wondered what the hell McCain was thinking when he selected Palin, but I respect his decision, and I respect him for standing by it. 

 

I can't wait to hear what everyone else is saying.

purging

It's taken me almost five years, but I am finally parting with my fat clothes.  I couldn't ever part with them because of my two strongest anxieties: money and my weight.  I was about two sizes larger several years back, but I'm at about my average size now - I'm still not skinny, but I'm maintaining my current weight without too much wrangling, and although I'd love to be two more sizes smaller, it's unlikely.  I've had a large box of these clothes that no longer fit for about five years now. 

 

I didn't want to get rid of them because if I did gain weight, I would not be able to afford a new wardrobe.  Most of these clothes are nice clothes - actually nicer than most of the clothes in my current rotation.  I don't own a lot of clothes, I rotate about the same three or four pairs of capris in the summer, three or four pairs of pants in the winter, and about 10 different t-shirts regardless of the season.  But I had all these crappy, pit-stained, superlarge shirts, plus some really nice collared shirts, slacks, skirts, just taking up space that I don't have in my current urban [read: tiny] space I share.  I am throwing out three garbage bags of the gross shirts, and I have four garbage bags of clothes to be donated - two to a women's work wardrobe type organization, and two to Goodwill. 

 

Someone wisely pointed out that there's a difference between being broke and poor - I'll always be broke, but I don't ever ever want to be poor again.I still have the anxiety, that if I throw them out I have no safety blanket, I'll have nothing to wear, no way to get new clothing, and I'm just throwing money away.  I cling to these things because I can't take those things for granted.  I'm always afraid of being poor again. 

 

I wore the same pair of sneakers for an entire year.  Every single day.  And they were hand-me-downs from a friend.  I patched up the crotch of two pairs of my jeans, the only two pairs that really fit, because that's all I had that year, I didn't have any way to replace them, and so I had to make do.  Once in eighth grade, our teacher required us to bring two very specific school supplies.  They'd cost about $8 total now, but I remember being yelled at, at home, that we didn't have the money for those things, so too bad.  I remember being lectured that public school is supposed to be FREE, and since when did we have to provide such things?  Then I went to school and got yelled at there, too, in front of the class, for not having those supplies as the teacher required.  I remember going on a field trip that included a stop at a food court, and being the only kid who was eating a brown bag lunch in the food court.  In high school.  Even more embarrassing, one of my teachers came over and insisted on giving me money to buy an ice cream or something.  I don't think on these things too often, but those memories and the discomfort and the embarrassment is seared into me, something that may heal but will always leave scars. 

 

My family is almost 10 years removed from that type of poverty, and I'm so happy to see that was a finite period of my family's life, but I'll never be able to shake it off.  I will never completely stop worrying about having something appropriate to wear for an occasion, or being able to buy food, or being able to pay all the bills every month.  There will always be that chill in my bones that I'll never quite be able to warm.  And now that the economy's bad, and I have hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt, I'm paranoid that I'll wake up tomorrow and won't have a job, and won't be able to get one, and won't have any way to pay the bills or put a roof over my head.  That gut anxiety never goes away. 

 

Other poor kids know what I mean.  You'll always be the poor kid.  Even though I went to good schools, and I've managed to traveled a little bit, and I appreciate red wine and a good meal, I don't feel like everyone else when I do it.  I feel like an imposter.  I don't belong in fancy clothes, or a fancy hotel, or planning fancy vacations.  I'll always be the girl wearing her friend's hand me down sneakers.  I'll always be the girl wondering how everyone else lives life so easily, when having so many more things now just means anxiety about losing those things.  Poor kids are always looking over their shoulder, wondering when life is finally going to catch up and take away the cloak of security that you clutch so hard your knuckles turn white.  Poor kids are always worrying about when the time will come to be poor again.

 

Getting rid of those clothes meant having to trust that even if things go badly, I'll still be pretty ok.  Even if I have to get rid of the gym membership and even if I'm eating nothing but rice and pasta and gain back all that weight, I won't go without clothes, or have to visibly sew tattered clothing to keep it together.  I'll never completely trust that there is anything at all preventing me from being that poor again, but at least I was able to let a little more of that go.

I'll always love you, Hillary.

It's been a month.  I've been hanging out, relaxing, which isn't always the stuff of blogging.  I've taken a lot of time off to do not much at all, which is a refreshing change from taking time off to run all over the place.  I've been baking as much as the weather will allow.  I've been reading as many issues of The Economist and Real Simple as time will allow.

 

I waited and waited and waited and finally, Hillary came on to stage at the Democratic National Convention.  I somehow managed to not watch any of the Olympics, despite my best intentions, and I haven't managed to be able to read a book, and I didn't even know that the DNC had started until this morning.  But once I found out that Hillary was speaking, I glued myself to the TV.  I do love Hillary.  I don't think I realized how much I am in awe of her ability to be a strong, respected woman in a man's world.  I am so moved by her legacy.  I love her. 

 

Even though I didn't expect it to happen, and even though I'm not sure it would have been a good idea, I felt put off by the Democratic Party's snub of Hillary, with choice of Joe Biden as VP.  I don't know much about him, he seems like a sufficient political candidate.  I don't think Hillary should play second fiddle to anyone, and as I said I don't think Hillary as VP is a very good idea.  But I think Obama and the Democratic Party owe Hillary, big time.  If Hillary was the Democratic Candidate, I'd vote Democrat this year, as I have in every previous election.  I feel completely alienated from the Democratic party and national politics, and with Hillary not being the candidate, I'm voting third party, even though Hillary is urging me otherwise.  Sorry Hillary.

Hillary, you inspire me.  Keep going, sister. Keep going!!

Louisiana death penalty case

The issue in Kennedy vs. Louisiana was whether it was unconstitutional to execute someone for raping, but not killing, a child.  My opinion?  Hmmmm.

 

I have a variety of thoughts on this topic.  I'm a defense attorney, and a former social worker for abused and neglected children, and did an internship with incarcerated youth, and worked with kids in an educational setting.  I've done a variety of jobs with kids, and with law, and some with both.  When I was a social worker, I remember a coworker of mine saying, "Why put kids in foster care?  They'd be better off if we took them out back and shot them."  I was appalled, as a newly minted Bachelor of Social Work, and regarded my coworker's comment with disgust.  How dare she say such a thing!  It didn't take long for me to see that, although hyperbolic, she might be on to something.  Kids were being abused in foster care, or being put into facilities or foster homes that weren't providing these kids any sort of nurturing or care.  The fact was, ripping them from the only dysfunctional household they knew and putting them in a new dysfunctional setting with strangers was not the solution to the problem.  Hell, putting them into a functional relationship with strangers wasn't always the solution, either.  (Who saw "Gone Baby Gone"?)

 

But what I also saw was the type of impact and the long term effects of abuse and neglect on a child's development.  The most severe behaviors were often present in children who had been sexually abused or exposed to inappropriate sexual behavior.  When I fled social work for law school, I left with the impression that there could be no greater harm to a child than sexual abuse.  It messed them up so bad that I thought that maybe my coworker's seemingly appalling comment was true in more ways than one. 

 

That's not to say that kids can't recover, that kids can't cope, that they're all doomed.  There are strong, functional human beings out there who are survivors of child sexual abuse.  But I can't shake the impression that the children who were most troubled were the ones who had been sexually abused.  So that's my feeling about child sexual abuse.

 

With respect to the death penalty: I am against the death penalty.  There are a variety of reasons.  My opinions began to form in high school, when I was assigned to write a report on the death penalty.  When I started the report, I was for it - when I finished the report, I was against it.  I was most influenced by the estimated percentage of people on death row or executed who were at some point later exonerated.  Then in college I began learning about social stratification, and the influence of race and class on punishment, and the gaping disparities in "justice."  Then in the real world, I realized that I wouldn't trust my government to do any damned thing right that actually mattered, and I don't think my government has any business killing its citizens.  So my opposition to the death penalty is based on the likelihood of error, the likelihood that marginalized groups of people are more likely to receive the penalty, and my utter distrust of government and bureaucracy. 

 

Understanding from whence I come, let's turn now to the issue at hand - is the death penalty an appropriate penalty for the crime of child sexual assault?  I read a few amici briefs, and when it was released I read the opinion of the US Supreme Court.  Social workers submitted a brief, indicating that it was generally in a child's best interest that child sexual abuse NOT be punishable by rape.  The social workers pointed out that it provides perpetrators with an incentive to kill - if you're going to be executed for raping, why not go ahead and kill the only witness against you?  It'll be the same sentence.  The brief also discussed the continuing victimization of a child witness who has to testify, probably more than once, against a person who is probably related to them, and faces execution.  I don't really believe that the death penalty acts as a deterrent; however, I was most interested in the discussions in that brief.  I'm pleased to see that the Louisiana public defenders put in a simple brief - simply put, they absolutely would not have the resources to provide effective assistance of counsel if every child rape was death-eligible. 

 

The opinion itself was not a good one, in my opinion.  It reminded me of Kennedy's opinion in Lawrence v. Texas, and more recently, Kennedy's opinion on abortion restrictions.  Not so much law, mostly just talking about feelings.  In the TX sodomy case and in the abortion case, there was potential to use and strengthen an existing legal framework, and Kennedy did not.  The Louisiana child rape case was an equally unhelpful opinion, but what makes it different is that Eighth Amendment jurisprudence is like jello.  What kind of 'legal standard' is "evolving standards of decency?"  Or "proportionate sentencing"?  These are hardly standards.  So really, what else can Kennedy do except talk about "How do we feel about this?"  When Kennedy is talking about feelings about the Eighth Amendment, it seems to be precisely what the law demands. 

 

In the end, the Supreme Court decides that our feelings as a nation say this isn't a good punishment for that crime.  I don't think that's really what the Supreme Court said.  I think the Supreme Court said that we don't like the death penalty very much at all, so there isn't much reason to keep it in a case like that.  I suppose they were being narrowly tailored to only decide the case in front of them, but I wish they had just done what they said - strike it all down because we don't like it so much anymore.  I don't like when the Supreme Court takes on the role of deciding what we want or what's best for us - I think it's patronizing, and if I can't trust my government to kill someone I don't know if I trust my government to decide when it's capable of killing someone - unfortunately, that's precisely the type of decision that Eighth Amendment jurisprudence demands with respect to the "evolving standards of decency" decision. 

 

But what about whether it is proportionate?  Is murder worse than rape of a child?  I can't say that I believe that.  I don't really recall how the Supreme Court decided that issue.  I'm sure that everyone would prefer to have their child alive instead of dead.  However, the consequences of living through trauma like that can be staggering and irreversible, as I saw in my time as a social worker.  With respect to whether the punishment is proportionate to the crime, I don't know that the Supreme Court got it right.

 

For all that the opinion said and didn't say, I didn't like it.  However, I can't say that I think the Supreme Court, legally, got it wrong.  Or right.  I just don't know that there was an easy way to answer the question.  I respect the Court for not punting, and finding some procedural appellate error that could have been used to avoid the death penalty issue.  It's a hard question, and I don't think there's a good legal answer to it.  Maybe that means it shouldn't be a legal question, but a legislative one.  Nevertheless, the Eighth Amendment makes it a legal question, albeit with not so much law to lead the way.

 

Those are my thoughts and reflections.  What do you think?  I'd love to hear your opinion.

when I'm nervous, I...

1. will loudly hum a nonsense tune to try to drone out the anxiety.  This coping mechanism is only used in certain nerve-wracking situations, and I've done it for years without really noticing that I did it.

 

2.  look up apartment listings in another city.  A specific city.  A city you would not consider an answer to the question, "If you were to quit your life and go somewhere else, where would you go?"  If I told you the answer, you'd probably give a short laugh and say, "Random."   This is my getaway plan.  An escape plan.  Plan B.  When I'm unhappy, I look at apartment listings and fantasize about what my life would look like there.  I derive a lot of comfort from knowing that at any time, I could end this, I could walk away from it, that I'd be strong enough to do it.  Strange thing is, I don't think that's what I want at all.  Not sure why I enjoy the fantasy so much.

a political thought

I think Edwards and Obama pushed the Democratic race to the left more than it would have been, but now that it's just Obama, I think Obama moved right back to the middle where Democratic voters thought he wouldn't go.  This Slate article by Doug Kendall, "Obama veers to the right, but does he need to take the Constitution with him"? is a smart, to-the-point discussion of Obama's position with respect to judicial appointments and recent Supreme Court rulings, and good advice as to how to say what he really means, or to say what the voters want to hear.  Although he uses Obama specifically, I think his discussion is smart on a much more general basis.

Heller makes me happy

Oh, the life of a law geek... I am PUMPED.

 

I have a lot of thoughts on the Louisiana death penalty case as well.  My personal beliefs are quite separate from my legal agenda in both instances, and I think my makes me a social pariah.  No one really wants to converse with me about each of the cases, so i'll have to blog about them because I'm so happily geeked out.  But not now.  I have a gun trial scheduled for next week and gotta get started on some motions.

put up or shut up

I have no idea whether this will resolve anything, but I'm dusting off the resume and looking for PD or PD-similar positions.  I don't know if I'm really ready to move yet, but it can't hurt to look.  Or apply.

 

Send me some leads if you got 'em!

wish list, week of June 9th

1.  Wish that just one of my five scheduled trials will happen, and wish that one will be one of the two I've prepped.

2.  Wish that trial won't go past Friday so I don't freak out all weekend.

3.  Wish my client with two potential alibis will call me so we can hammer out the times a little better.

4.  Wish the US Supreme Court would rule on the DC 2nd Amendment case.

5.  Wish that I get to sleep in one day.

weddings

I watched from the balcony as my dear dear friend twirled below us in her wedding dress.  She was born to wear a wedding dress.  Every part of her is long, slender, modest, graceful.  She's a few years older than I am, and was a supervisor and mentor to me years ago.  There is something about her that always seems so centered, so at peace, even when she's struggling.  I spent most of the wedding admiring her, her quiet grace and quiet beauty that is cooling and soothing.  I was there on the balcony a long time, thinking.

 

There's something really difficult about coming back to people who knew you once, who knew a big part of you, when two things are true: first, when that part of your life no longer seems relevant, or that it seems to have moved past you; and two, when the part of your life you're in now doesn't feel right.  So here I am with a large cup of chippedy chocolatey ice cream still trying to just figure it out.  How can I be at this stage of my life and still not know where I am supposed to be or what I am supposed to be doing?  It seems to me that I've worked very hard to be at this stage in life so how, how in the world can this be so unfulfilling and bewildering?

 

During the cocktail hour I had been catching up with an older former coworker of mine.  He was thrilled to hear how I was doing, what I was up to.  He gushed about how great I looked and how amazing I was.  At the end of the conversation he looked directly at me, dropping the small talk face, and with a kind but serious voice said, "You're letting off this great energy.  You're warm, solid... there's just something there that is such a great aura about you."  Instead of brushing it off with a nervous, "Thank you" I made a split second decision to respond as honestly and as openly as he was.  And so I responded, "Well thanks, but I couldn't feel further from that.  I feel like a mess.  I feel worn out, I feel broken, I feel hardened, and I feel kind of lost."  He was surprised, said he couldn't tell.  "Whatever it is, it's still in there!  I can see it!" he said.

 

At the end of the night, I made sure to seek him out to say goodbye.  I gave a hug and was about to leave when he grabbed my hands and looked directly at me, seriously, and said, "I know you said you're feeling really cut up, but it's still in there, you've got it.  You're great.  You're really, really doing great."

 

And then I cried.

best day of a girl's life

I unintentionally dropped a dress size.  I was shopping for a dress to wear to a wedding (always a bridesmaid / attendee / drunken reveler, never a bride) and was disgruntled that nothing fit appropriately.  Lo and behold, it turns out I'm one size smaller.  In disbelief, I asked the sales clerk if they had recently changed any of the sizes, as several stores have done over the past few years.  She says no, and I celebrate.

 

My celebration was quickly followed by panic that I won't be able to actually maintain this weight until it's time to wear the dress, and now I'm miserably obsessing over my weight.